It was a dark night and Obito just needed to get out of the house for a bit. She idly rubbed the bruises on her stomach, carefully concealed by her shirt and large hoodie. She’d just gotten out of a job interveiw and she wasn’t sure how well that had gone. She’d hoped that she’d get the job. She needed it. Legally she could live on her own, she was almost nineteen now, but she couldn’t afford too.
She kicked a pebble and observed how her breath puffed out around her head in little clouds. She hated this time of year, too. Way to cold and barren for her tastes. Obito looked at a street light, wondering if things would ever get better.