Y/N's POV:

With the sun rising over the city, I could see the gleaming waters of lakes and fountains that dotted the small parks and the outskirts of  town. I blinked sadly, looking for comfort in that warm light.
Yet all I found was a dark, empty hole in my heart that grew with everyday. My name is Y/N L/N. I am the last remaining Ninja, the White Ninja. But I am not longer called that anymore.
I sigh, letting the wind blow my dangling foot into the open air and swing it back and forth against the building I now sat on. Most of you know the story. I was new to the area of Norrisville. I found new friends, was betrayed by new friends, and found better ones who wouldn't leave me... except for one.
That one was the one I loved. Randy Cunningham. The Red Ninja. Loved this city dearly, almost as much as he loved me I guess. In the end of it all, we had a bonded group of 9 Ninja. But the groups slowly broke apart, each dying in their own ways. After the cold, bitter end of the battles, Ninja had sacrificed himself for me.
That moment passes through my mind ever so often. When I came back home, my parents sent me to a therapist, to help get these feelings off my mind, get the dreadful images out of my mind.
I closed my eyes and felt the year flash by like a minute and 30 seconds... It's been a year and fourteen days since the final battle with White Demon. As young as I am, I have experienced somethings that only army soldiers should, not something a (Your Age) year old should. Carissa's mangled and torn up body still haunts my dreams, along with Esmerelda's screams. And I did nothing to save them... It was all my fault, all of it.

.:FLASHBACK:.

"Happy birthday, Y/N!!" I didn't smile. I didn't think I would be acknowledged when I came downstairs. Was it even my birthday?
A cake that had swirly and curved letters spelling my name on it sparkled with candles. Presents wrapped up in bright colors were piled on the kitchen table. My parents smiled widely, trying to get me to follow along.
So I did. I let a fake smile spread across my face and it almost made me cry. Even though my scars had healed on the outside, my heart had still been ripped apart, burned, scratched, broken from the memories that I locked away in my mind for the night time when no one could see me cry.
"Thanks, guys," I said, almost choking on my words from the burning in my throat. Friends from school were there, staring at me or talking to each other. By the topic was about me.
And they only knew half of the whole story. I glanced at my mom. "Don't worry, we didn't tell anyone," she whispered in my ear. I nodded and wakes up to the groups of girls who had shunned me from their group. The first person it made eye contact with was Therisa Fowler. (A/n: I bet I didn't spell it right... XD) She turned to me and we stopped, staring at each other. My smile dropped. "Hey, girls," I said, frowning and narrowing my eyes. They all looked to one another, around the group.
Therisa stepped forward. "Hi, Y/N! How've you been?" She asked all girly. What a bitch.
"Fine, fine," I said, mimicking her voice. A hurtful emotion filled her face and eyes.
"Y/N...," she said, tilting her head to the side.
"What? Have you come to apologize for all that you've done to me? Excluding me just because I liked the same guy? Accusing me of lies you made up? Well, I'm waiting when ever you're ready," I shot at her. I folded my arms, showing the white scars on my arms.
All the girls gasped and quietly whispered. "Where did you get those?" Therisa changed the subject, pointing to my scars.
"What does it matter to you?"
"Why are you being this way? Y/N I'm trying to show you that we forgive you and-"
"Forgive me!?" My anger spiraled into the stratosphere. I clenched my fists and stomped forward. "I should be the one forgiving you! Did you not just hear what I had said? If you have nothing to say for what you have done to my life, to me, then you can leave, Therisa. I am not putting up with this drama queen shit today," I raged, throwing a pointed finger to the door.
Therisa's eyes were wide and fearful. Now, she knew I was serious. They all did.

.:FLASHBACK END:.

Yeah, she did leave. But I apologized to the other girls and told them that it wasn't directed at them. Some listened and support me today. Some thought otherwise and left with Therisa.
Whatever. It didn't matter if they loved me, if they hated me. I was just happy that drama was over. Therisa now kept her distance from me and didn't talk to me but still talked about me.
I stood up from the perch I was sitting on on the edge of the building. The wind whistled and pulled me closer to the edge, but I resisted and walked away. This was my life. I wasn't going to play he hero, I wasn't going to be the prophesied one anymore, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let anyone, anyone put me down or burn me. I had been through more than that could ever know. I had seen so much blood. So much pain. And so much hatred that it would make anyone else sick.

(A/n: for all you Supernatural fans... XD I should really watch this show.)