little Hinata

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚

The wind clawed at my window all night long. It wondered the fields and howled like a hungry beast. An endless song, weaved from all sorts of voices - shrill, gentle, sneery - twined in the air. They were shouting and laughing...and arguing about something. Someone was running through the snow while casting long shadows that would occasionally creep close to my bed. our house had a mind of its own - the creaky old mind of a building that had seen a lot in its days and was seemingly trying to share its wisdom with the inhabitants the lonely house faced the forest, and the dark Green thicket gazed back with its hollow eyes Rustling, whizzing, swaying back and forth... One could come out and stand at the edge of the forest to reassure themselves - there was nobody behind the crooked trees fuzzy silhouettes swaying in the wind couldn't possibly do any harm it's just a play of light and shadow... Just a play. I knew it was just my imagination I was already twelve, after all still...

"Hey, put away your book! How many times have I told you not to read at the table? It's bad for your health! Look how slouched you are! " My mother scolded I didn't protest and put the book about volleyball aside Natsu had already finished her breakfast and was munching on some cookies she was so enthusiastic, she almost looked like your typical girl from commercials "you're not going anywhere until you finish all of it! " My mother proclaimed I, on the other hand, was still trying to drill a hole in the plate with my eyes, as if it would make the porridge disappear hazy anxiousness welled up inside all because of the previous sleepless night, the black Forest around our house and the gloomy wind... The longer I waited, the colder the lumpy White substance became it looked like a jellyfish from the Cousteau Odyssey. I love that show I wonder how horrifying the bottom of the ocean is... Or how cold the black Forest is at night... The spoon I held fell out of my hand mom showered me with a cold glare from her orange eyes "what did I just say? " I sighed "I'll get it" I had ten seconds to catch my breath before battling the nasty porridge once again, as I crawl under the table I see something written on the bottom of the table what Is this, carved on the other side of the table? Oh it's my mom's name!  I guess she carved it out with something pointy when she was little she sure was a rascal, damaging the furniture like that I imagined her being my age, sitting under this table I wonder, was mom afraid of the dark back then? I imagined my grandma coming into my little mom's room, sitting at the edge of her bed, where Natsu sleeps nowadays, and saying this in her soft, smooth voice "Taiga is a special place, little girl it's watching you closely, sniffing you out trying to discern what kind of beast you are if you're a good sort - it won't abandon you in times of trouble but if you're a bad apple, it'll grab you by the side and drag you under the ground and that would be it." Grandma was caring, she never fought with anybody, never yelled, never swore... Those were the times without the maddening screams until late at night, without smashed dishes and mutual accusations our parents used to love each other back then I remember listening in one of their conversations by chance they were talking about grandma getting prepared for her funeral she had already brought a casket and she called it her 'cute funeral box' it waited for its time in the closet. Patiently it was black, upholstered with meat - colored material on the inside I saw it when My grandma was getting buried the house didn't change since the time she was alive only all of the photos
Were gone I crawled out from under the table Natsu was done with her cookies, and was looking directly at my share like a sly woodland critter I turned my gaze toward the frosted window "Natsu, look, it's a fox! " "Where? " She asked it looked almost like those optical illusion thingies they put on the back of student notebooks "look, hers the nose and here's.. "-" Hey, eat up! " I groaned "yes, yes... Just a moment" My dad entered the kitchen with long, measured steps nowadays, rumbling doors and witty comebacks were an everyday occurrence Natsu always covers her ears whenever she hears something like 'what's the point of all this?' Through the wall I always caught every sound in fear of hearing the most dreaded, the deadliest word that started with a 'd' D. I. V. O... I don't even want to finish it it was scary to imagine that me and my little sister could be torn apart and taken into two different families "anyway, your fox is nothing! I have an owl on my window! " I could feel my dad Roll his eyes "you and your owl talk again! " She huffed "you said you believed me just yesterday! " "And there was no owl" He grunted "but there was one! It had giant glowing eyes!" She protested, Natsu sprung up from her chair and placed her hands on her little face, imitating a pair of eyes with her fingers, the size of an apple each and shifted her gaze back and forth from her dad to mom to me, but couldn't find any support Natsu pouted her lips in rebellion and rushed into the hallway the staircase that led to the second floor creaked mom gave dad a strict look oh, that look in her eyes! It's so uncomfortable to be pinned under it A minute passed and the theme song from 'the little Mermaid' echoed through the house it was stored on incredibly worn-out cassette tape, which dad already had to glue together once it's so easy to fix objects - by gluing them back together, for example but how do you fix a relationship?