I looked around the narrow street I had wandered off into somehow. I had no longer cared where I was going after sometime after I left school few hours ago. It was dark out and it could just be darker out than I was deep down inside.

My thoughts.

My memories.

My head.

All of them spun around arguing while I struggled to fight against them and quit on thinking all together. My consciousness was drunken by the feeling of pain and emptiness. My longing to hold some one who would listen to me and what I had to say.

My desire for someone to hold me.

As I turned a corner I could hear him grumbling awake coming back to taunt me.

Hey, kid~

"Go Away." I demanded while my feet picked up speed as if I could actually run away.

Oh come on kid, we've had some good times. Don't be a prick and throw that all away now.

"I hate you! Get the fuck out of my head!"

Now why would I do something like that?

"Because asshole! You hurt her, you hurt that girl's feelings when you made me kick the ball so hard it broke her glasses!"

Oh, come on! She deserved it. No girl should ever own spiral looking glasses with a ponytail like that.

"You sick fuck! Monster! You hurt her, just like you hurt everyone around me!"

I hurt them or we?

"I'm nothing like you bastard, I'll never be-"

Stop denying it. Don't forget I live in your mind. I can see everything you think about. You enjoy seeing people getting hurt just as much as I do. Stop trying to play as a saint. You love it Naruto. Say it.

"No!" Tears broke out as I screamed running faster now than I had been.

Say it!

"No!" I reached a crowded street now and stared at the cars that zoomed by on the busy street. The blinding Tokyo lights seemed to bounce off the water on the ground left from the rain that fell this morning. My lungs were exhausted and my heart pounded against my chest. I couldn't let him get the best of me. I couldn't let him win this one again. Was there anyway that I could get rid of this forever.

Admit it Naruto, you're sick of everyone around you for hurting you, abandoning you, forgetting you, leaving you behind.. How much more shit are you gonna take from these people who you hate?

I looked around quickly and spotted my way out. A bridge.

I sniffled as I inched closer and stepping away from the sidewalk and onto the bicycle lane.

What are you doing kid?

I began laughing hysterically. I had him right where I want him. This time I would win, and for good. I walked through the two car lanes and landed on the middle curb separating the highway.

Seriously kid! Stop it! I swear to God if you get any closer I'll-!

"This is it Kyuubi, you feel it? You must right? After all you do know me more than I know myself." I could hear him yelling at me inaudible things since they were mainly swears while I crossed the other lanes and made it to the sidewalk where the bridge started.

You can't just kill yourself this young! Are you insane?!

"You'd be the first to know, wouldn't you?" I took a steady step and got up on the railing and look down below me. Nothing but cars passing by ignoring me in my last moments on this earth. I felt a strong balance at the bottom of my feet, Kyuubi's last resort in making sure I stay alive.

Listen punk-

"Maybe some other night Kyuubi, I got to get somewhere." I stated hoping off and onto the safety of the sidewalk again.

What?! Huh?! You mean we're going home?

"Haha, no we're going some where else. Somewhere I should've gone a long time ago.." I grabbed my phone and dialed a number I knew all too well but never called.

What are you talking about kid?

"Hello suicidal hotline, how may I help you."

"Yes, I was wondering if you knew where I can go to get help at this time.."

A/N Hello everyone who read this brief introductory chapter. I got this idea in my just today when I was in health class and this guy with schizophrenia came to talk to our class. What amazed me was that he lived a normal life even with the problem he had just like I have been living with my anxiety and depression and then it hit me. What if all of us were going through mental illness? Even of the smallest amount. What if we are all sick? It's a sad yet comforting thought. So then I realized wouldn't that make Naruto schizophrenic like other authors here portray him? And if he's schizophrenic, and he's normal, then what would that make everyone else?