Here is my first Naruto story I've written, well actually it's not the first I've written, just the first one I'm putting up. I must warn you there is suicide in this, so if you don't like that sort of stuff, I would suggest you click the back button…for those of you who haven't clicked that button, please enjoy

Scared No Longer

I slit my own wrist.

That's the last thing I remember. I was done with life and I wanted to end it…

So I did.

Down came the blade, and out came out the blood. Now I'm in darkness, complete and utter darkness. But this is something I should be use too by now, I've lived in darkness ever since that day. Yet I'm scared. I feel numb, and cold.

It's hard to move but I try anyways. I reach out into the dark nothingness; I touch nothing, as expected.

Where am I?

I have no clue. I thought I would've died, I mean that was the point, but this doesn't feel like death. Maybe I can't move on. Yeah, yeah that's right, I can't move on, so now I'm stuck in limbo or something.

Oh joy...

I suddenly feel my feet, the numb-coldness is now gone, but it's replaced with intensive heat.

OH GOD!!

MY LEGS ARE ON FIRE!!

They're burning up!! I scream out one last time in a desperate attempt to break free of this heated bondage.

It doesn't work.

The feeling of fire soon consumes my entire body. Then, just like that,

…it's gone.

All feeling has vanished from my body. I'm just in darkness,

…again.

I'm all alone,

…again.

At that moment, I realized…

My wish had come true.

My wish for death to take me had been granted.

…I had died...

But then, if I was dead, where was I at now.

I was wondering this when I first saw it, the 'light'.

I know people always say: "Don't walk into the light." But in my case, I don't think I had much of a choice. So I walked towards it and for once, since that day, I wasn't scared.

For once, since the day everything was taken away from me by the one person I trusted most, I wasn't scared. So I walked through it, I walked towards the other side with my head held high, ready to take on anything that came at me.

Once there, I looked around at my new surroundings. After all this would be my home for the rest of eternity. I smirked to myself when the realization of where I was came to me. Not that I was surprised.

I mean, I killed myself, surely for that I deserved to come here.

To come to hell.

Hope you liked it…tell me what you think, I love hearing what you all have to say )

Sorry if it's a little out there, I seriously have NOTHING against Sasuke what so ever. I mean, I have deep respect for his character. That boy went through so much, just the fact that he's still standing (atleast in the anime series he is) means a lot. And plus, anyone who can go around with hair like his and make it look evenly slightly good, should definitely get their props…