Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

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(there is nothing left of you

i can see it in your eyes)

.;.

I haven't left this room in ages.

I'm not sure how long 'ages' is in this case; it could be anywhere from a week to a month. I don't think I've eaten anything yet, though, so it can't be that long. Sakura hasn't come to hit me and tell me to wake up yet, either; so again, it can't be that long.

Even if it was "that long", it wouldn't seem it to me. I've just been sitting here, staring at a spot on the wall to the point where I've memorized every speck of it, since...well, for awhile. Days go by pretty fast in my head, but every second seems slow at the same time. I know; I don't get it either.

But compared to other things, it makes perfect sense. Things like that fact that I'm apparently hallucinating. I see things. At the risk of sounding like a walking (or in this case, sitting) cliché, I see dead people. Great, huh?

I saw my dad a couple times near the beginning, which I think is probably when I started wondering about my mental health. I guess every shinobi starts to go a little crazy at some point-you can only lose so many people, you know?

Another time I saw this red-haired lady; I'm not really sure who she was, but she seemed familiar somehow. Kinda weird, but I've given up on anything making sense.

I saw the Pervy Sage-once-and it was the strangest thing ever because he didn't say one word. He just kind of looked at me, like 'What are you doing here?'

And then, a few times since I've been sitting here…I saw you. At that point I knew I'd lost it, I knew, because you were standing right in front of me and I'd been there when they killed you. I'd finally cracked, and I didn't give a damn because insanity is a lot kinder-and fairer-than the real world these days.

I could see you, pretend things were different, which is more than I could say for lucidity.

Although, recently, you've quit showing up. That's seriously annoying; what am I wasting away for, for crying out loud? You could at least have the decency to visit once in a while when I'm like this because of you.

Ungrateful jerk.

…Oh, sure, now you show. What, you just couldn't stand to be insulted without putting in your two cents? Typical.

I have to resume my life eventually; you know that, I know that. And if that means letting go of you permanently…It's going to be tough as hell.

But I'll tear my hair out over that tomorrow; right now, I just wanna see you there, because I know that soon I won't be able to anymore.

…Heh, heh. Just caught a glimpse of the calendar. So maybe this particular incident isn't just the result of me losing my marbles.

Happy Halloween, you bastard.

.;.

(i keep holding on to you

but i can't bring you back to life)

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A/N: Happy Halloween, everybody. =^.^=

And although this is an out-of-place AN for such a somber fic…I HAVE 50 STORIES, FREAK YEAH!!!!!