Hinata looked down at her hands, feeling cold. She couldn't stand to look at everyone around her. They began to whisper as she passed, she could hear them as she passed.

"It was her fault apparently, didn't call an ambulance till he was dead despite his begging." Her hands clenched into fists as she caught back the tears, the urge to run and hide.

"I heard she yanked the steering wheel so her dad's side of the car hit the truck, saw the truck coming, could of saved them but decided they had to die or something." Her palms were starting to bleed from how hard she clenched her fists, eventually she stopped walking and just stood in the hall. It felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, everyone was just waiting for her to jump. Somebody grabbed her hand, it felt warmer then the blood dripping down her fingers.

"Ignore them, they don't know anything," he whispered, his voice like a beacon of light in the storm. He was an anchor something to keep her steady through the storm.

"You won't let go?" she asked, gripping his hand all the more tighter.

"Promise."

"I'm surprised you actually stayed Hyuuga," Sasuke said, clapping from his spot against the lockers, he pushed off walking over to her grinning like the devil. She glared at him, not sure whether to attack him or not.

"Your a jerk, your were one back then and you are now, something's never change Uchiha," she spat, almost turning to walk away. He laughed, "I could care less about your opinion of me Hyuuga, it means nothing when your a slut and a murderer." Hinata let go of Gaara'a hand, about to him when Gaara beat her to it. The red head launched himself at Sasuke. Hinata stood there wide eye as she watched. She was mad, yet she couldn't bring herself to move. She watched as Gaara's fist became stained with blood. Sasuke caught his fist, spitting blood.

"Do you really want her to see this side of you Gaara, you sure that Hinata will enjoy seeing this monster," Sasuke muttered. Gaara hesitated with his next punch, his words sinking in, as he realised what he had become. He glanced at Hinata who stood there, glassy eyes watching as her nails cut into the palms of her hand again. Sasuke used this to his advantage, punching him in the face. He continued attacking, knowing Gaara would only defend himself after that comment. Hinata did the only thing she could. She ran.