Another fic, it's not very good, it probably doesn't make much sense and has a lot of mistakes, but I just wanted to write something so here it is…
He was really afraid of being forgotten, he couldn't even imagine it. What would happen if people didn't see him, he was sure he would disappear the instant people forgot about his existence. He knew that if they forgot him he would become nothing, not even a distant memory of them; it was so frightening, so terrifying and so utterly sad, it was much worse than dying, not that he could really know but he imagined it.
That's why he was such a loud boy, everyone noticed him if he shouted and laughed as loud as he could, it wasn't always a good reaction but it was way better than nothing. People often wondered why he was like that, most of them already hated him, so why being so annoying, why making people like you even less, a lot of them thought that maybe it was because he was trying to fool them and make them think he wasn't a demon, surely it wouldn't work, that stupid boy actually believed he could trick them, there was no way they would fall for it.
He had always knew that he bothered and annoyed people, he had just decided to ignore it for the sake of being noticed, but now he realized that not being liked was almost as bad as being forgotten, so he tried to change into someone that would be noticed but also liked, it didn't work out very well because now people pitied him and some still hated him; he changed again but it was the same, some stupid emotion and hatred no matter how much he changed.
He just couldn't handle it anymore that hatred, that pity, that fear; what good was it to be noticed if the only emotions he received where those, after everything he had done for all of them, those were the things he got, he had nothing to keep him living, not a single person or thing. He rembered that he had once thought of dying, the only way to make his dead a tolerable one was if he did it himself, because if he asked someone else it would surely be long and painful. At the time he had dismissed the idea, he had been naïve back then thinking he would actually become noticed in a good way, now he realized that was impossible and dying didn't sounded so bad, after all it was better than being forgotten.
The next day he was found dead, obviously suicide, people didn't know what to think of it, why would a demon kill himself, it wasn't because of the way they treated him, hatred was something a demon was used to, it was the only thing they felt, so why would he give up the chance to kill them all and get revenge for what they did to him, they didn't know nor wanted to, they were just glad.
What Naruto never knew is that there was no way he'd ever be forgotten, people hated and feared him too much to forget him, anyway who would want live with that.