I'm on the run

I couldn't stay any longer, I was sure that they were looking for me; or more like, someone.

I went into my room and put everything in a trash bag. I can't leave anything behind. After having at least, three bags full of everything I owned, I threw it all in the back of my trunk. My room was now empty and vacant; As if no one lived there at all. I quickly grabbed the matches I left on the dresser and quietly went into the back room at the end of the long hallway.

The room held everything my father had stashed away; including money, which I was in dire need of. I went up to the padlock, and quietly put in my father's password, making sure no one could hear me. Once I successfully unlocked it, I went to the small dresser that was at the right of me and grabbed the money from inside. I rushed out of the room, and closed the door behind me, and quietly ran to my car. Once I got into the car I drove to the nearest dump site in the city. As I was driving, I took one glance at the gun that was placed on the passenger's seat. My face scrunched up in anger, and a small tear escaped my eye.

»»»» Flashback ««««

"I don't know what to do!" I screamed at my little sister as I cried on her shoulder.

"Why did you keep the gun?!"

"I wasn't thinking!"

"They are going to be looking for the culprit. You're lucky they don't know who it is yet."

She's right. No one knows it was me. I still have time to hide the gun, right?

"No.." I sobbed. "I still have time to hide the gun, everything will be fine again." I said, trying to hide the hard, cold reality I was in.

"Don't be stupid! Life doesn't work that way, it's not that easy!" she yelled at me.

I just didn't want to accept it. This world is just too cruel, things can never go my way! I just wanted to give a little punishment, but now the world is punishing me for how stupid I am. What goes around comes around; that's the world's motto. No one can get anything they want without sacrificing something. And in this case, it's my life.

"Th-then what should I do now?" I asked as more tears streamed down my face.

That exact moment, there was police sirens headed in the direction past our house.

It was her turn to start crying, like she knew what was going to happen next. Her face seemed like she didn't want to believe it, but she knew it had to be done.

"I'll ask father to take me somewhere and tell him you went somewhere else, don't worry I'll make an excuse. The house would be empty, but the maids will still be here. Clean out your room, don't leave anything behind, you hear me. Nothing. Go to the back room, the password is 8590762, and grab the money from out the dresser."

"Then what?" She hugged me really tight, then let go as she wiped away a few stray tears from her face, then she looked at me seriously.

"You run."

»»»» Flashback End ««««

I finally made my way to the junkyard and drove my car inside. When I parked my car towards the back, I put on my gloves, grabbed the gun, and put it inside my trench coat. I grabbed the oil I left in the trunk along with all my things, and poured it all over my car. I slid the matches I had out my pocket and lit one up. I threw it on a spot of the car that I knew had oil on it. I walked away swiftly and quietly.

Whatever you do, don't come back, only until it's safe.

Destroy everything.

Don't leave any trace.

They will be looking for you.

Just run...

My sister's words, replayed in my mind as I
walked out of the abandoned junkyard.
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BOOM!

Everything I was, everything I had, was destroyed.

'Don't come back until it's safe?.. Yeah right, it will never be safe.. not for me' I thought to myself.

I made my way towards a bus stop, and sat down. I silently waited for a bus to arrive at any given moment, but I knew I had to wait longer than that. After about twenty minutes or so, a bus finally arrived, and I slowly walked in, and gave the old man my bus ticket.

The vehicle rotten of sweat and cheap air freshener. I sat down at a seat all the way in the back of the bus, and in the corner, so I could look out the window. I couldn't help but over hear a conversation that was going on up ahead, but could you blame me? The bus was nearly empty and quiet, so I had no choice.

"Did you hear about that murder?"

My eyes widened, my hands were shaking in my lap. I tried my very best not to hear anything else they had to say.

"Yeah, a random guy got killed. No motive at all. He gotten shot right in the head."

I held the right side of my stomach, where the gun was being held in a pocket that was in the inside of my coat. I looked down at the ground, accepting the guilt that buried itself deep within me; letting it consume me.

"I heard only the best of detectives are on this case."

"Did they find any clues? Were there witnesses?"

My head shot up at the sudden questions. I made sure that I was careful about everything I did, the last thing I needed to know was if there were any clues or witnesses.

"No, not yet at least."

I sighed in relief quietly to myself.

"Man, it's sad how there are people out there like that."

It was an accident!  I wanted to scream.

You don't know what I been through!

That man, he.. he was just... in the way

He was innocent...

There are no excuses... You are a murderer..  Those words creeped their way from the back of my mind.

The bus stopped a block away from the train station, and I wanted nothing more than to leave this place. I so desperately wanted to start a new life. A life of my own. I wanted to start fresh.

But how can you start fresh, with a murder weighting on your shoulders?..

How do you start fresh, knowing you killed someone....

You can never start over from that.

I payed for a train ticket and waited on the cold bench.

Ten minutes later, the train arrived, and I walked in a took a seat in the front row.

It was now 11:00 at night, and I'm on a train, not knowing where I'm going. But at the same time, did it even matter? All I know, is that I need to leave.

I stared at the window, and thought about the life I would be leaving behind. I was happy to finally leave this hell I called home, but I didn't want to leave my sister and cousin behind. They were the only true family I had left, and now.. they're not going to be with me. A small tear escaped my eye.

"Goodbye." I said as quietly as possible as I thought about my sister and cousin.

I fell asleep, tired of everything I've gone through today. I slowly closed my eyes, and I was greeted with darkness.
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"Next stop Konoha Village."

I woke up to the sound of the announcer lady's voice.

"Next stop Konoha Village." she repeated.

I looked around and noticed that I was the only one still on board the train. I guess no one else was headed to this Konoha place. I silently waited for the train to come at a halt, and when it did, I stepped out.

I didn't know where to go, so I only did what probably anyone else would do: go straight.

I was walking for what seemed like thirty minutes until, I saw an entrance up ahead. There was a garbage can a few meters away from me so I put the gun inside the can, took off my gloves, and shoved them in my pocket.

I finally made it towards the entrance, I stood there, and stared at the beautiful village before me. A place that was practically in the middle of nowhere, it was perfect.

Even though I thought it was perfect, I was still hesitant. Was I really ready to be free of my miserable past? Of course I was, but I still couldn't help but be scared. The only question that was running through my mind was:

What now?...

I am Hinata Hyuga, and this is my story...

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this is my first story that I am publishing, and I might not be publishing for a while

peace out
~preshpresh292