The wind began to pick up again and all Hitame did was look down at the ground, thinking about Aqua and Terra... her real parents. It wasn't fair that she was born to them, but she could handle it. The one that she was worried about was Naomi, she couldn't handle terrible news like that. Hitame had made it her mission to keep this from her little sister, and she was afraid of what would happen if some day, Naomi found the letter that their mother sent Hitame. She blinked back tears that were welling up in her eyes and looked up at Brian again, her eyes already red even though no tears left her eyes.
With her hand still behind her back, she looked at the boy through her bangs, biting the inside of her lip. She was marked... she was Barker's toy, she had to do whatever he told her... Or else Naomi would die, and she would sure follow her little sister. Her head began to hurt as the events of that night played yet again in her mind, and her hands automatically went to her head, holding it tightly, wanting the scenes to stop. She shook her head and the scenes began to fade, but the pain remained... making her feel lightheaded.
She felt him watching her, and she felt uncomfortable. She shifted awkwardly in the spot where she stood, and looked down at the ground again. She knew he wanted to know what happened to her, now that he saw her scars, but she couldn't trust him... she couldn't trust anyone. She couldn't... she wouldn't... put Naomi's life in danger by telling someone the events that occured during that night she had detention. She noticed him shake his head, and she sighed in relief, believing that he was trying to stop staring at her. It would make her feel better if he did... she didn't want him staring at her like that...
He said she was pretty and then asked if she didn't think so, and quickly Hitame shook her head no. Of course she didn't think she was pretty, not after everything Barker did to her. She had scars everywhere now, her face, her hand, her shoulder, and her stomache. She felt the pain from his knife in her stomache again, and she let out a small scream, falling over on the ground, curling up in a ball form, cradling herself, wanting the pain to go away again. She didn't want to feel it anymore... she didn't want to feel anything anymore... no more pain...