Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
A/U: this is my first fanfic! please be gentle with comments! i barely even know how to work the sight.
Death is abrupt. It has a certain finality to it. One moment you can feel, the next you cannot.
For most death is something they fear. For some, something to look forward to.
For me death was an accident. Not the car type, but the kind that is so unrealistic you know it's happened before.
I was stabbed by a kitchen knife, wielded by an eight year old. Right through my stomach.
I suppose I should tell you how it happened exactly, before you get tired of my clipped thoughts.
September 24, 2014 in a small house in Virginia
"Tomorrow night the lights will appear, just like they do on my birthday each ye-"
"SHUT UP!" I yelled. My sister Addie was obsessed with the movie Tangled,and sang the soundtrack every chance she got. She knew all of the words to every song and never got tired of them.
At first I was fine with her obsession, and thought it was cute. Now it's just a nightmare.
"Please don't sing that song anymore! I think you've sung that one at least a thousand times!" I shouted from the kitchen.
My mom was working a long shift, so I was babysitting Addie for the whole night. The problem with babysitting her was that she was a very picky eater, and there was hardly any food.
I pulled out a frozen TV dinner and decided to let her watch Tangled while eating.
I turned around and all of the sudden- Shlickk! I felt blinding pain and fell down to the floor screaming.
For a moment I just stared at the knife in my stomach, before tuning back in to reality.
My sister was sobbing and apologizing in hysterics. "Sissy, I'm sorry, oh my god, what do I do!" she shrieked.
"A-addie quick, ru-un to the neighbor's house and t-tell them what happened!" I rasped.
She dashed out of the house, and for a minute I waited. I started to feel drowsy but the pain kept me awake. I decided to close my eyes, and the moment I did I was gone.
For what seemed like eternity, and yet no time at all, I waited. I still knew who I was, and remembered my life, but it got blurrier every moment I stayed where ever I was.
I repeated the information like a mantra.
"My name is Camelia Peregrine."
Eventually my name was all I could remember. I could remember glimpses of a show as well.
Naruto.
I wished that I could remember more, but it was a hopeless wish.
One day (I assumed that at the very least days had gone by) I felt a sudden shifting in the dark empty space I occupied.
It felt like I was being pushed and pulled and crushed by an invisible force, and with an abrupt squelch, everything was a mess.
Immediately it felt like someone had slapped me in the face.
The abruptness of being forced to breath was terrifying. I hurt and itched all over, and screaming was my only way to show it.
Then, I was no longer uncomfortable. I felt safe and warm, and before I knew it, I slipped into oblivion.