Don't Jump
The lights will not guide you through, they're deceiving you. –"Don't Jump" By Tokio Hotel
Warning: Depression, suicide attempts, and OOC
Chapter 1:
Naruko mulled over the pros and cons of this cowardly deed. She knew it was just a permanent solution to a temporary problem, but she couldn't take it anymore. The slurs, the beatings and the glares from her other classmates, it was just too much. She looked down at her dangling feet just a few inches from her death, she bit into her lower lip thinking about how many people she would affect with her demise then she frowned. The only people should would affect would be like 5 people who ever cared for her or even acknowledged her presence. She licked her lips as sweat cascaded down her face before looking around making sure no one was around. She hoped they had a big party for her death because she hoped that in the next life, they would all pay. She took one more step causing her to fall fast, the wind whipped against her face as her blond hair was whipping behind her. She closed her eyes, a small smile broaden on her face as she thought about how many smiles she would put on people's faces with her death. She collided with the floor, she let out a spine-chilling scream hearing her body crack before fading into her darkness, and the last thing she saw was the blood dripping in front of her face.
The Third Hokage grumbled as he looked over Naruko's vitals, a bit mad that she tried to do this, it was dim-witted, foolish, and a whole list could describe how utterly brainless this all was. He knew she only wanted to make the people of Konoha, happy but those ungrateful little bastards don't appreciate all the shit she puts up with daily. He looked over to Naruko, who was sitting in the hospital bed; half her face bandaged up, and sighed before gently stroked her blond hair stained with some dried blood. "What am I going to do with you?" He muttered, her hand twitched making him sigh, smoke from his pipe rising to the ceiling.
Naruko looked around the classroom with her one eye, the class murmured rumors that fluttered on and on. She sat in one of the back seats, and the kids that once sat next to her, stood up quickly and scurried off to the front of the class. Her frown deepened, before looking out the window that was next to her. Watching the clouds float off, the trees swaying in the wind, and some younger kids played in the old playground. "Uzumaki, Naruko," She looked toward Iruka, and raised her hand, muttering a soft 'here'. More mumurs rose, making her shift in her seat uncomfortably. Glares were sent her way, followed by mutters and slurs, she shut her eye and look at her dirty fingernails. She tried to concentrate on the lesson that Iruka was 'trying' to teach but all the talking made him stop for a little before he continued his speech about the history of Konoha and how it came to be. She dug her fingernails in the wood of the desk, when she heard her name followed by giggles. She bit her lip, tears threatening to fall down. Did she really deserve this? All the hate roaming around the room. Then the door slid open, girls sqeauled while boys groaned in defeat as a raven-haired boy walked in. Naruko looked him over with disgust, he didn't seem special but the girls groveled on his feet. His hair reminded her of a duck...more like a duck butt...she tilted her head, waiting to see if the duck would fly away but much to her dismay...it didn't.
"Welcome, Uchiha Sasuke,"
