AN: originally posted January 28, 2007
It was too cold, and perhaps it wasn't really the weather. Maybe it was just him.
Either way it felt pointless. God, everything was pointless.
The sun was too bright, and the darkness wasn't enough.
Everything...
Felt...
So...
Wrong...
And they were pieces, with bits of tattered tape from trying too hard to put them back together.
No idea how he ended up here, just knew that it was over.
The pages had been torn out, and now there was nothing left of his book.
Nothing left of him, of his words.
One step, almost there.
The place was so empty, and he wondered...
How did it come to this?
No doctor that could heal this wound.
It was much too deep, and had been bleeding for so long.
There's no more faces to be seen, no more words to be heard.
He's invisible to them, mute to them.
But he can see them, feel them, hear them.
When they're screaming at him...that's when he's real...
But after that, he exists no more.
Death is better for the one who is already considered dead.
(God I wish you would just die! You're useless! Idiot! Stupid! Faggot! Demon! Monster! Failure! Why even bother trying? You always screw up! Crack-head! Go ruin someone else's life! Why don't you do us all a favor and die! I hate you! No one will love a beast!)
Crumpled body on the ground, and it seemed yet no one noticed.
Then someone screamed, and others came.
Their gasps and shrieks were beautiful.
Dull eyes gazed up at them, shedding tears of blood.
This time people had seen him.
That's all he wanted.
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No definite character for this one. It can pretty much be either one of the naruto boys.