Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Joy and Misery ❯ Gently Flicks of the Wrist ( Chapter 1 )

Summary: She was a cutter, finding joy only in the blood that would flow freely from her wrists, he was a cutter…except he hid it underneath the devilish smirk he held for the women he was about to bed. How do these two coincide? One becomes the sanity for the next…but for whom? Warning…some blood and darkness, along with sprinkles of angst and lemons.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own the lyrics of “Missing” by Evanescence nor “Hospital Beds” by Cold War Kids, Naruto…I wish…I don't own that one either…

 

There it is…

 

 

She gasped lightly and soon her pants began to echo throughout the room. She had promised herself, countless times, that she would never do it again. Recurring images flashed through her mind as Hinata raised the blade to her bleeding wrist that had settled over her head. She whimpered - not from pain but misery.

 

Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

 

The flow of blood grew from drips to gushes, as the pressure of the blade increased. She closed her eyes tighter almost reveling in the pain. How many times had she told herself this was the wrong way? How many times had HE hissed in her ear never to do this to herself…she was only going into a self-destruct mode. But what HE thinks doesn't matter any more…does it? She closed her hand into a fist to make the blood flow even faster. She had sliced the main vein, and hadn't meant to but the pain was too much…she had to do it. After all it wasn't every day you walk into a room to find the one you loved with all your might pounding unmercifully into another woman. Their grunts and groans drowning out the anguished cry until HE looked up and saw her…standing there. Hinata had expected him by then to stop…but he merely blinked then turned back to the woman below him, grunting even harsher. The girl, with a pleased moan threw her head back and began screaming his name. It was all she needed before Hinata ran from the room of his apartment, throwing her copy of his keys on the floor…not caring where it had landed. Even as she stared quietly out of the train window, the sound of metallic friction as it passed over the railing, didn't drown out the sounds she heard… coming from HIM.

 

Hinata lightly moaned as the sticky substance began to pool around her hair, the sheets growing wet. How much blood was she losing this time? “This time.” She lightly giggled, as if hearing some unspoken joke. The joke of ever trusting HIM. After what seemed like minutes Hinata narrowed her eyes at her still outstretched arm, realizing, from the dull pain that it was getting cramped from being suspended in the air for so long. So she laughed even harder and held it on her face. Closing her eyes, as they too began to grow sticky with the crimson liquid.

 

“Hinata?” Hinata opened her eyes slowly, still in a daze. She jumped when she heard her doorknob opening. In hysteria, she had forgotten to lock it.

 

“…Shit…” Her hair stood on end. She hated to be interrupted - hated when the fools came in and destroyed her fun. After all, who couldn't enjoy this? Such an appropriate escape from pain, by succumbing to it.

 

As the door opened, the fool began cheerfully talking. Cheerful? Hadn't she seen my door closed? I don't want her in here. She's RUINING my fun!

 

“Hinata it's me…Temari…” She stopped when she looked at the sight before her. Blood…everywhere. Her face immediately paled as she stared at the blood-soaked bed. What shocked her even more was the crude harshness in the voice that sneered at her.

 

“I was doing something, which is why my door was closed.” Aquamarine eyes met dark eyes as they glared within her very soul - the veins on her face indicating that she had activated her Byakuugan. Temari immediately realized that one slight misstep could result in her death. She didn't know whether to enter the room, or run for her life. She tensed even more as Hinata turned from her, raised the bloody blade to her other wrist that had been surprisingly clean, and all too quickly slashed it with the blade. That was when Temari screamed…and screamed…and screamed.

 

LATER THAT DAY

 

“I don't understand. I give you EVERYTHING girls your age could POSSIBLY desire, yet you act out and do this!”

 

Hinata stared heatedly at the bandages around her wrists, trying to resist the screaming voices telling her to tear them off and wrap them around her father's neck. She didn't jump when he threw the first aid kit down in anger and shouted at her to get up, but surprisingly Hinata chose to ignore him instead.

 

“Look, if you can't listen or at least have the courtesy of telling me what happened in that room of yours, then maybe it's best if I sent you to some psycho ward for the freaks!”

 

Hinata looked up at him and gave a silent `tsk' before getting up and heading back to her room. Then, as if it was an after thought she turned towards the boiling man. “I slit my wrists because I felt like it, and your snotty little kid came in and saw me. I honestly don't really give a fuck if you decide to send me back, just know that you should keep your place as my father and have her listen to me when I said I don't want to be disturbed.” She turned abruptly and headed up the stairs to her now clean room.

 

 

FIVE DAYS LATER

 

“I really don't know what else to do. Its as if she's spiting me, taunting me for the death of her mother…amongst other things.”

 

“I see…”

 

“Tsunade-sama I really am on ends. I think that keeping her here at school for the rest of her holidays will do Hinata so much better than having her at home. You see, my ahem, my new wife and her child had just moved in, and it seems Hinata is angry at me for allowing them to stay.”

 

The brown haired principal shifted towards Hinata. “Hinata, is this true?”

 

Hinata absentmindedly stared out at the pouring rain. It was almost as if she was lost in each drop as it slid against the window of her principal's office. A black car had stopped in the driveway not too long ago. A young man abruptly came out, but she could only see a figure, the rain had smeared the window where she could barely see. However, She didn't fail to see an elderly looking man running out of the other side of the black car with an umbrella to cover him, but it was clearly seen that the boy was angry when he held up a hand to ward him off, and he took out a suitcase - probably his belongings, and stood silently looking as the elderly man spoke to him. She closed her eyes and turned her face away at the same time the elderly man pointed to the office and boy turned to look at it, allowing her to miss the opportunity to see his face. She sucked in her breath as she dug her fingers in her now naked wrists, reopening the wounds, ignoring the small trickles of blood ruining her pants.

 

“Hinata, dear please answer her.”

 

Hinata cringed at the false sweetness in her father's voice. Who knew it was really dripping with venom…who cared anyway?

 

“Fuck you all.” She mumbled, digging her fingers even deeper, “Fuck you all for taking the one true thing that really mattered.”

 

I've got one friend
laying across form me
I did not choose him
he did not choose me
we've got no chance of recovery
joy and hospital
joy and misery
joy and misery
joy and misery

 

Barely had he entered the building before gazes fell upon him. Wasn't this place supposed to be empty? He ignored a few giggles as he passed them…two suitcases in each hand, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. The long-sleeved black dress shirt he adorned was fully matted to his body, his hair - soaking wet from the rain. But he refused to even show so much as a hint of weakness, his piercing eyes roaming cautiously with every step he took. His steps slowed as he neared the wing of the building he had seen when he was outside. As he approached the door with the gleaming plaque reading “Principals Office”, his eyes widened as a girl was suddenly dragged out, her hiss of anger shattering the silence of the hall. His eyes widened slightly as he noticed a small flow of blood along both of her arms…had she been attacked…no…his fists clenched by instinct at this…she had done those herself.

 

The perpetrator of her pain glared at her as he too stepped out of the office. He remarked how differently the two had dressed. She wasn't exactly Goth…but she was close to it, she had a nose ring - a knob- and it gleamed when hit with the right lighting. She chose to wear casual clothes, a pair of black jeans and a black and purple tank top…but the man, he adorned himself in a suit…jacket and tie…the whole works. She had mascara underneath her eyes, and her ears had been pierced three times, while he decked expensive shoes and accessories. The two glared at each other before he chuckled darkly, and sneered something at the girl. She narrowed her eyes at him, and actually spat at the man before turning on her heels and stomping off in the opposite direction. The man, surprised to the point of silence, growled maliciously before turning on his heels as well, only to come face to face with him. Then he smiled darkly, realizing that the boy had seen the whole scene.

 

“If you have any sense,” he called as he walked briskly past him “You'll ignore that girl with every fiber of your being.”

 

The boy merely tsked before walking calmly back into the office, almost forgetting the incident.

 

K…I dunno if its too dark but it reminds me of me…I wasn't exactly a cutter but I tended to get extremely depressed to the point where I was almost on the verge of doing it. So plzz ppl Read and Review or ima delete this one too jus like im doing with You Wanna Make a Memory.