Forgotten

Chapter 5: Painful Memories

 

            I awoke midafternoon the next day my body was sore and felt heavy. When I opened my eyes and saw the sun shining brightly through the window indicating it was past noon my mind panicked realizing I was late for training. I tried to will my body to move but my limps felt like they were made of lead as I got out of bed. I looked around realizing I wasn’t in my house but in a strange urban house. No one was around so I slowly, but surely, made my way to the door. My excurtionating heavy arm lifted but before it could rest on the door knob the door flew open pushing my weak body staggering a few feet back.

            “What are you doing out of bed?” the voice I immediately recognized as Sasuke’s said.

            I suddenly became angry, irritated and annoyed with his constant rude attitude. “Really? You ask that instead of apologizing?” My head began to spin but I ignored it and kept going, “Would saying you’re sorry kill you? At least show some respect for others.” My knees started to buckle underneath me and my body tilted forward. Sasuke, however, was there too catch me.

            The palms of my hands contacted with his chest as his arms linked past mine and around my waist. His chest moved up and down as he let out an audible sigh. “I’m sorry. Now go back to bed and rest because tomorrow starts the end of your training before we go on our first mission with you.” He said lifting my feet from the ground slightly and carrying me to the bed to lie back down.

            “Wait! I passed? I’m part of your team?!” I asked clinging to his shoulders frantically trying to look in his eyes waiting to see the lie behind his words.

            “No,” Sasuke said shaking his head, “I didn’t say you’re on the team I said you need to past training tomorrow to go on the mission with us.” Knives. Knives tore through me as his words pushed themselves to my core.

            The black-haired man laid me in a bed and left me alone to rest, but instead of my body complying with relaxing it was restless. When I finally got to sleep my mind fell into a corrupt state of nightmares and sleep terrors.

            I was back in the Hyuuga manor. I was a little girl again. Everyone rushed around entering and exiting my parents' bedroom. Cries of pain seeped out of the thin doors, but within an hour those yelps where replaced by silence then a baby crying. A cheer of happiness was then follwed by an anguished scream. The door opened and everyone exited I shimmied through the bodies shaking in fear at what welcomed me on the other side. When I stepped inside the smell of blood was strong. The last of the mournful people left giving me a clear view of my mother’s corpse covered in blood, my father crying for her to come back, and a demon wiggling in his arms covered in the fresh blood of my mother’s veins.

            Time then flashed before my eyes in an instant. I was older now and so was the demon. “Why does he love her so much?” I asked myself countless times. “She killed his wife.”

            “Hinata.” My father spoke so sternly towards me, “because Hinabi has already surpassed you at age nine she will be the heir to the Hyuuga clan instead of you.” He turned away from me back to Hinabi grabbing her in his arms and tossing her up in the air just to catch her again. ‘Why does he talk so kindly to her though?’ I asked myself.

            I awoke from the nightmare and stayed awake for hours upon hours feeling the pain of rejection latched firmly around my heart. At the same time shame grappled my conscious mind with the sense of failure I made my father, Hiashi, feel towards me. I fought off my demons but they always seemed to linger.

            Demons. That’s right. It all started with that demon! She tore everything apart with her small body. She took everything within seconds while I was looked down upon as trash that no one could throw away. NO! I will never be looked down upon again! This is my chance; it’s now or never.