Recap:
You: Isn't that called child abuse? I could tell by how hot you feel and the redness in your arms and face, that you had boiled water on you.
Kia:*slowly nods*
You: There done. You could put on your sweater.*stands up and puts hands in pocket*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~Your P.O.V~
You put on your sweater and turned your back to Kakashi.
You: How long are you gonna be here?
Kakashi: Huh? Oh, long enough to find out why the Akatsuki were after you. You're a strange one, you know that?
You:*sad*'Join the club. You're not the only one who thinks so.'
~Flashback~
You were 3 years of age. It was your first day of Pre-K. Your so-called dad had just dropped you off.
Twin Boy: Hey, look, it's tthe new girl.
Twin Girl:Yeah. She looks strange, doesn't she.
Twin Boy:Let's do something.
Both:*whispers*
You sat down on a chair. Only the three of you were in the room. You senced someone behind you. The twins started pulling your hair. It hurt alot.
You: Let go! Let go of my hair!
You were crying now. They started punching and hitting while still pulling your hair.
You:*crys a lot* Stop it! Let go! It hurts! LET GO!
~End of Flashback~
~Flashback~
You were nine years old at your new school. You had just moved cities. It was you third month at this school, and you still had no friends. You over heard some girls whispering.
Girl #1:Look, it's Sakia.
Girl #2:Yeah, I heard all the boys hate her.
Girl #3:Really? Why?
Girl #2:She always hurts every boy who bothers her.
Girl #3:And she's a teachers pet is what I hear.
Girl #1:You know what's strange about her? If you kick her or puch her, it doesn't hurt her.
Girl #2:I heard about that.
Girl #1:She live on my street. I rode over her foot with my bike and she didn't even flinch.
Girl #3:She's strange. With a capital "S".
Girl #2:And ugly.
All:*laughs*
~End of Flashback~
~Flashback~
Zeus: Why are you so gothic?
You: It's not my fault.
Zeus: People will start thinking you're strange.
You: They already do.
Zeus: Oh, right! *laughs*
~End of Flashback~
You:*mumbles* Baka.
You hated your life. You hated every second of it. Ever since you were little. Since you were three. People have bee bullying you. Physically and mentally. In every school. Every year. Everyday. You were always rejected. People always called you stupid and strange because you never show your pain. You always knew stuff others didn't. Things you couldn't have known. It was because you've always had this kind of sixth sence. You hated your whole life.
You: 'I wish I was dead.I have no reason to live. I want nothing. I have nothing. I wish I was dead for damn sakes. I wanna go to hell. The real hell.'
~Kakashi's P.O.V~
Kia: *mumbles* Baka.
Kia looked sad and deep in thought.
You: An idiot, am I? Why is that?
Kia:*turns and glares* Urasai.
You: You must learn to respect your elders. Was it because I called you strange?
Kia: *shocked* I'm gonna go. Don't let anyone in this town see you.
You: Hai. Hai. Have a great life.
Kia: *slowly turns her head with a glare* You call this a life?
You: Unless your the living dead, yes.
Kia: Then call me the living dead. *leaves*
You: She sure is a wierd girl. *sigh* 'Guess I'd better report to Hokage-sama.'
You left this town and went back to the Hidden Leaf Village.
~Your P.O.V~
You walked down stairs and went on the computer. You closed all the drapes and turned of the lights. The only light in the room was the computer screen. You sat down and signed in on your Yahoo account. "death_hate_sorrow" was your e-mail adress. You had a new e-mail. It was from the only person you ever talked to on the Internet. Her name was Erica Rose. She was older than you about five to six years. You two always had something to talk about. This e-mail read:

Death: Hey, jow many years do you think it's going to take for my mom to die?
Light: Why? You can't actually hate her that much, can you?
Death: Come on. She abuses me everyday. I feel like I wanna kill her now. Nobody even listens to me. Everybody hates me. They say it straight to my face.
Light: They say it to your face? They could only hate you because of what you once did. Or it's probably because you never show your emotions. How will we ever know what your thinking if you never open up? That's may be why they hate you and you hate them.
Last written on 28.09.04

You:'I never open up, do I? Try actually listening to me once. You might know what I'm feeling.' *turns of website* 'Next. Maybe I should go on Quizilla.'
On the screen you saw the Quizilla homepage. There was a new story: Say Hello To Pain.

You:' "Say Hello to Pain" ? What kind of story is that?' *reads*