I stood there with shaky knees, debating whether I should go in or not.

'Am I really safe here?' I asked myself.

'What if they find me?'

I took a step forward.

'But I want to be free.'

I hesitated. I stopped walking, and looked at my feet, with a depressed look on my face.

'You can never be free.. Not with a murder on your hands..'  my subconscious scolded me.

'Doesn't hurt to try, right?'

Finally deciding that I was going to make an attempt to start over, I shoved my hood over my head, and walked through the entrance of the village.

Even though I was starting over, I knew that I would never be the same...

So many people stared at me as I strolled down the dusty path to who knows where. Whispers and murmurs were the only sounds you could hear, as they were looking at an unfamiliar face; which was me. Words such as "who is she" or "I've never seen her before", I ignored them all, not caring about their curious faces. I can't really blame them, I do look strange and suspicious.

The first thing I needed to do, is find somewhere to stay, then actually get my shit together.

With that decided, I was in the search of looking for a new apartment. I didn't know where, or even how, and I was not in the mood to ask for any kind of help. Then, I found sight of what looked like a "for rent" sign written in bold black letters. I stopped right in front of it, and gazed at the building before me. I went inside to go check it out, seeing that no one was there to show me the place. I climbed up the stairs, and stepped inside. It was pretty spacious to be an apartment room, but it wasn't that big. It had a fair sized kitchen, a small living room, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. I decided that this was my best bet so far.

"Are you looking into renting this apartment young lady?" a guy that I was guessing was the salesmen asked.

I nodded my head. He squinted his eyes, as if he was trying to get a good look at my face, but I turned the other way.

"Hm.. The rent here would be $450.00 a month. I see that you've already had a glance around, you can move in right away. Just sign these papers-"

I took the papers and shoved them into my pocket so I could sign later, then faced him again.

"Um, I guess I can tell you the rules?..." He questioned more than stating it to me.

After what seemed like almost an hour of him explaining the basic rules, and him just blabbering on and on, he left.

I sighed to myself; now I need furniture, but to me, that was the very least of my problems, but I at least needed a bed to sleep on. I didn't want to expose myself too much, so I decided on ordering some furniture from the magazine the salesmen gave me; seeing that I didn't bring anything with me.

I went over to the telephone that was hooked up to the wall and ordered very little items: A bed, (blankets, pillows and ect. obviously) bath towels, and very few kitchen items. I was a little upset that everything wouldn't arrive until tomorrow, so I had no choice but to sleep on the floor tonight.
After that, I sat there on the floor, with my head buried in my knees; contemplating about my miserable life. I sat there like a statue, consumed in my own darkness, continuously thinking about the current events that still fogged my mind. It's not like I can forget, it did only happen a day ago.

I cried.

That's all I could do at the moment. My eyes stung from the fresh tears that forced their way out my system. I choked on the sobs that tried to escape my mouth. I roughly grabbed my head, as if trying to force my mind to erase the memories. My bottom lip quivered, I couldn't hold back anymore.

I let it all out, I screamed and cried. I felt so helpless, worthless, and most of all: ashamed. Ashamed of myself. Ashamed that I let all of this happen. I can't put the blame on anyone else any more. I let this happen. I let this happen to me, myself, and I; no one else, but me.

My throat burned from the constant screams and cries that left my mouth. My head felt fuzzy; my vision gotten hazy. My eyes were greeted by my one and only true friend: darkness. My body fell to the ground with a low thud.

I cried myself to sleep.

•°•°•

I woke up to the sound of knocking on my front door. I looked at my watch 12:35pm. I sighed.

'It must be the people who are going to put the furniture in my apartment'.

I got up, and put the hood that had fallen off my head, back to its original place. I headed towards the door and opened it.

"You hung up before you gave us your name, but this is the correct address, yes?" The man asked me. I nodded my head.

"Okay, just sign here, and we will set the boxes in your apartment, and place the bed in your room."

I frozed in place, I wasn't sure about giving out my name to anyone, since I ran away and all. He handed me the pen, and I grabbed it, and my hand shook with fear. I started writing down my name, and since my hand was shaking uncontrollably, it was the worse handwriting in history. The man eyed my signature.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't read this." I quickly handed him the money I needed to pay.

"It shouldn't matter, as long as I pay up right?" I told him seriously. He took the money from my hands, and shrugged his shoulders, agreeing with my statement. Another man came in with the boxes, and then they both carried the bed to my designated room. After they left, I took my time to put away the pots, pans, and other kitchen items.

I decided to leave the apartment, and call Hanabi on the payphone I saw nearby. Once I successfully found it, I place some change inside the machine and dialed her number

"Hello? Who is this?" she asked firm and demanding.

"Hanabi." I said quietly.

"Is it really you Hinata?" her voice turned soft, and it sounded like she was going to cry.

"Yeah, how's everything back at home?"

"They are still working on the case. Policies are everywhere, since this is the first and only shooting this city has ever had." My mind went blank. I couldn't move once those words made it out of her mouth.

"And father wasn't upset that you left outta nowhere. He said that you were just a spoiled brat and would come crawling on your knees any day now."

I frowned when she said that. If he thinks that I'm so spoiled, he should be happy to know that I wasn't ever coming back.

"Hanabi, I want to start over, I want a new life out here." I told her truthfully. There was a pause.

"Okay Hinata, but if you are starting over, you might as well start a new school too."

"I can't worry about school right now."

"Hinata you are 16! You can't keep running around, you might as well hang low for a while, now that you are somewhere else."

"Okay."

"First, you need to change you identity. I made several id's for you and they are all in your pocket, I made sure of that. I also need to know where you are so I can hack into the school system to know that you are transferring there from a different school, and you need to change your name."

That's my sister for you: the hacking princess. It just became a hobbie for her, but she never used it for bad use, well until now. This is basically a crime; covering up for a murderer.

"I'm in Konoha Village. But I don't want to change my name." I told her.

"I kinda figured you would say that, so I made an id with the letters of your name switched around: Hina Yhugata, and I photo shopped the id picture, so it is a little different, but like I said, you need to hide your identity for a while."

I took out the many id's my sister hid in my pocket. I grabbed out the one that read "Hina Yhugata". It was a picture of my face, but with brown hair, and one eye was blue, while the other one was a light brown, like hazel.

"Really Hanabi?" she giggled

"Hey, I thought it would look cute on you. You just need eye contacts, a wig, or some hair dye."

"I am not dying my hair." I told her.

"A wig it is then."

"Your phone call will end in one minute."  said the voice operator.

"Hanabi, I miss you and Neji.." I said, not ready to end the call.

"We miss you too. But we can't stay on the phone too long, you know how tracking works these days." She tried to make a joke, but was still upset.

"But that's where you come in. You and your little hacking schemes."

"Okay, I'm done, you will be starting school tomorrow, I love y-" And the line went dead.

"No!" I gasped.

"I love you too..." I said quietly into the phone. A small tear made its way down my cheek.

I headed back to my apartment. I was so alone, but I deserve it. I didn't even care anymore, I made these poor decisions, and now I'm paying the price for them. I unlocked my front door and closed it behind me. I went straight for my room, layed in the far corner of my bed against the wall. Why does life hate me? Why can't anything good happen in my life? Every bad moment I had weighs out any good ones, that is, if I can even remember any. I have so many horrible memories, that it's starting to get harder to recall any happy memories.

My mind felt dull, I could tell my heart started to surround itself with its own cloud of despise and hate. I lost any trust I had left, but my heart still held a place in it for Hanabi and Neji, the only two people I actually can trust. But now, they aren't here with me, so I basically don't trust anyone, I can't trust anyone.

Now, I'm starting a new school, just waiting for me to get caught up in all the lies it has to offer, but I'm not falling for it this time.. not again.

Lets get this bullshit over with...