This is my first "official" fanfic I hope you all enjoy it. ^^
Sadly, Naruto and characters do not belong to me. All rights go to Masashi Kishimoto the creator of Naruto. ^^
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"Say it."
"No."
A pale hand snakes its way up and down my back. Each touch, each movement, burning my skin.
"Say it," That accursed voice said again.
"Forget it."
A thrust; an agonizing scream of pain; another demand.....
"Tell me that you love me!"
Once again, Naruto woke up from his nightmare; screaming. His body drenched in sweat. His fearful blue eyes took in his surroundings, flickering from object to object in the dim light of his room. Satisfied, he let his tense muscles relax. Naruto twisted his body around, letting his legs dangle off the edge of his bed. He sat there for a few moments, his head in his hands, until the nauseous feeling in his stomach ceased.
Naruto switched his gaze to the digital clock by his bedside; 6:59 AM. He watched as it changed to the new hour and listened as the blaring alarm went off. Ignoring the irritating sound, Naruto walked over to the bathroom. It wasn't anything fancy. Just a bathtub with a showerhead bolted into the wall, a sink, a toilet, and a mirror. He turned the faucet on the sink and let the cold water run. Naruto looked up at his reflection in the mirror, and saw dead blue eyes staring back at him. The images of his recent nightmare seemed to dance across the hard surface, taunting him. Upon seeing this, Naruto clenched both sides of the sink and tore his gaze away.
"Damn it…….." His arms shook and his knuckles soon turned white from the amount of force.
"Damn it!" he screamed. His right hand released its death grip on the sink, balling up into a fist and slamming into the mirror. The glass shattered with a deafening crack. The shimmering pieces rained down onto the tiled floor and all along the sink. Crimson blood stained the remaining pieces of glass and trickled down his hand. Pain shot up and down his right hand but he didn't care.
Naruto turned the faucet off and slipped out of his pair of gray sweats, stepping into the shower and turning on the hot water. He watched the blood from his hand drip to the floor and swirl down the drain. Listening to the sound of the water beating down on him, he began to wonder what the day would bring. Today was the first day of his junior year in high school. In others words, school was now in session. He would get to see friends for the first time since summer vacation, sit in some boring classes and catch up on sleep. Something he desperately needed.
"So why don't I feel excited?" Naruto asked himself sadly while turning off the water. Naruto still dwelled over this as he got ready for the new day. He picked out something simple to wear. A long sleeved black T-shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans, and old black sneakers. Grabbing a piece of toast and his car keys, Naruto stepped out the door and into a bright world in which he no longer felt like he belonged.