After Neji "settled in", mainly just laying on the floor pouting, I decided to take a shower.
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I hate showers.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I love being dirty and smelling like shit, but it's because.. it's  another one of my reminders.

A definite, unforgettable, heartbreaking reminder.

I grabbed my pajamas and a towel, then I stepped inside the bathroom, closing the door and locking it afterwards. I stood there as if I had forgotten what was the actual point in coming in here.

This happens every single time:

I stand there like I'm stupid.

It was at least after ten minutes did I actually started to do anything. My hands shakingly reached out to the hem of my shirt. I scolded myself for doing this.

I mentally counted down from 3 as if that was going to help me, but worth a shot right?

'3

2

1!'

Nothing. My hands didn't move at all. I closed my eyes tightly, mentally scolding myself again. I could tell that I had pain written all over my face, suffering from the haunting memories. I shook my head slowly, trying to congregate my thoughts correctly.

So I tried again.

This time I didn't count, I just swiftly took off the shirt as if it was with no hesitation.

But honestly, it wasn't, it took alot in me... To just pull off a fucking shirt.

But, it wasn't the fact that I didn't like to take showers. It was the fact that I didn't like what I have to witness. What I have to see every solitary moment.

I told myself not to open my eyes. I told myself not to look.

Obviously I didn't listen.

I looked, and I instantly regretted it, like always. Every time I have to change, and definitely when I have to take showers.

Scars.

Clearly visible for anyone to see. They stood out as clear as day.

My reminders...

Of.

That.

Day.

These scars were randomly placed on my stomach, three short ones on my right, one that went across my right breast, two long scars that formed a big "X" on my left side, and one that was in the middle of my stomach. It trailed from the bottom of my breasts all the way down to my belly button.

I quicky removed my eyes from the mirror. I covered my mouth to quieten my sobs, but then I stopped crying before I was able to break down.

I need to stop with the crying. I just need to suck it up and deal with it. Crying about it won't make them go away.

They do say that time mends the broken heart, well in this case, time needs to fucking heal these scars. I'm sick of them.

Disgusted.

I removed the rest of my clothing. I slowly walked over to the tub and turned the handle close to the red "H". I pulled the diverter spout up so the shower head could come on. I stepped inside and was immediately hit with the steamy water.

I looked down, observing the scars I had on my body.

A tear rolled down my cheek.

Why do I torture myself?

I just can't let go can I? I can't just say "oh fuck it" and let things be?

I just have to take a situation and over exaggerate it. Ever since I got here I planned to start over, but I guess my dreams are crushed because you can't truly start over if you can't let go of the past.

I'm just reliving it. Reliving the past.

I sat down on the tub, my knees close to my chest, as my arms are hugging onto them. I buried my face into my knees.

'I haven't been living at all.'

My surroundings seemed to be disappearing from my senses. The sound of the droplets roaring in my ears suddenly stopped. I was so focused on my thoughts, that I couldn't even feel the water pounding on my back any more. I was mentally absent.

'I'm still trapped in my nightmare.'

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The next day was a Saturday, and let me tell you, I was extremely happy. I didn't have to worry about school, homework, and especially interrogation time from my.. "friends."

I can relax and be lazy all day.

I got out of bed and quickly brushed my teach and hair. I walked down the hallway, and couldn't help but notice Neji's door was open.

"So you got your bed in today?"

He glared at me before he had gotten out of his own room to go into the kitchen. I followed suite and sat on the couch in the living room.

'Wow this couch is so comfy. How come I never noticed?'

I couldn't help but stare in awe at the beautiful burgundy couch...

Couch.

'Couch?'

"A couch!?"

"Yes. I'm pretty sure that is what it's called." Neji stated sarcastically.

"NO! Why the fuck is there a couch?!"

"Because I ordered one." he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I don't need a couch!"

"Trust me Hinata, you need alot of things."

I glared at him, and if looks could kill, he was already dead by the time my eyes landed on him.

"I'm not staying Neji! I don't know why you wasted your time on this-"

I couldn't finish, because there was a knock on the door.

"Shit. Now what." I mumbled underneath my breath.

I pointed a finger at Neji. "This isn't over asshole. And don't open the door I'll be right back."
He just shrugged his shoulders and suspiciously watched the door.

"COMING." I yelled rushing over to my room to quickly put on the wig and eye contacts.

I ran back and cracked the door open, only to see deep blue eyes staring back through the crack.

"Whiskers?" I said shocked.

"Naruto." he corrected me, and let me tell you, his tone didn't sound pretty.

"Yeah, whatever. What is it?"

"Can we talk for a minute?"

I looked back at Neji and I could tell he was growing impatient, and wanted to know who was at the door.

"Eh, sure."

I glanced at Neji again, and mouthed the words "I'll tell you later" then walked out with Naruto.

We were standing outside, and I was in nothing but my pajama pants and a t-shirt, and since it was morning, it was pretty chilly outside. I hugged myself for warmth, then looked from left to right, mainly just checking if the others were here, and surprisingly... they weren't.

Hmm... How odd.

"So where is your groupie?" I asked.

"Not here."

I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Hina. You know you can trust me right." he said a little bit too seriously.

"Yeah?.."

I feel confused right now.

"Then please, tell me.. are you okay at all? Is there something wrong that you just need to get off your chest? You can tell me the truth."

The way he said "truth" had my heart pounding.

Now I feel uncomfortable, but I have to play it cool.

"How many times do I have to tell you guys to stop!? Honestly, I must have to spell it out for you huh?"

He just stared at me.. With no emotions.

"There is a reason behind everything Hina, and obviously, your reason isn't so small that it doesn't need to be shared."

'Yeah, shared with people I actually want to tell!'

I mentally snapped back.

"Honestly it isn't your business to find out anything about me. If I was truly your friend you would understand that I would like to have my personal privacy!"

"And if you were our friend, you would understand that we only want to help!"

"NOT EVERYTHING IS WORTH SHARING!" I yelled.

I had it! Who cares if you want to help. Everyone needs their privacy, and not everything has to be told.

"Yeah, because a murderer can't just tell her secrets to everyone."

'W-what.'

Oh shit.

No....

No. No. No. No. No. No!

I could feel the tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

"Th-that's not true." Not only did I stutter, but also my voice was quiet, and it cracked all at the same time. I couldn't even stare him in the eyes.

'I've been caught. This can't be happening.'

"So it's true."

His voice gotten darker, and deeper, I was petrified at this point.

"You're a murderer."

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Gave u guys a cliffy... *evil laugh* >:)

Im sorry it took me so long to update for those who are actually enjoying the book..

U see i came down with a disease.. Called laziness.. O.O
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Im SORRYYYY but honestly i was thinking of ways to continue the story and coming up with ideas that will make it more interesting.. Or somethingg...   >////<

My brain too stupidd !!!

But i will try to update more often...

Till next time.

Peace out
~preshpresh292 ^_-