Why?... Why is it that everyone hates me... What have I done to deserve this, this hate, all of this hate… I don't even know what I have done and no-one will tell me, not even when I ask them nicely… The seven year old blonds thoughts were stopped for a second as he received another hit to the head by one of the three civilians attacking him at the moment.

The boy felt something warm and soothing touch his cheeks, he began to have hope until he realised that it was his own blood, trickling down from the broken skin, right above his eyebrow.

Everything began to go slightly red and misty as the blood started to also flow over his eyes, stinging them at the same time. After several knocks to the head, his hearing had begun to weaken but still, he could hear the laughter of the three men, the ones who had bumped into him, though they claimed that he had attacked them. When he tried to apologise, that was when he received the first flow which had sent him a meter back, landing hard on the cold ground.

His arm was limp from the boy trying to use it to defend himself from a kick, which he had succeeded in, but it came at a price.

Everything began to go fuzzy for the boy, his senses lessening, only leaving the pain and the boy's thoughts. But then, more pain could be felt. He felt something sharp enter his side. He guessed that it was a shard of glass, obtained from the bottle which had been use to throw at the blond. He then felt the shard twist slightly, exerting more pain, until it was roughly pulled out, increasing the pain.

He tried to cry out but found that he couldn't, his throat to dry from all of the crying which he had only stopped minutes before as he ran out of tears, though he was still crying on the inside, praying that someone would have the heart and come and save him. But h knew that that wouldn't happen, as no-one had ever come to save him.

If people were to notice the boys beatings, they would mostly just ignore it and pass by, sometimes shouting words of encouragement for the attackers. A few even dared to join in with both the violent bashing and the malicious laughing.

The boy had heard words and felt things that no-one his age should have even known about, yet, to him, they were a part of his everyday. But he knew that they shouldn't be, as he had watched so many others of his age, playing with their friends, being smothered by their relatives and receiving love.

Love. That was something which the boy could only dream about, yet, he had never received. That was the one thing, the one thing that every child needs and yearns for, but it was also one thing that the boy thought he would never receive. What was happening now was probably the closest thing that he would get.

Maybe everyone was right. Maybe he should just die. No-one seemed to want him around, no-one would care if he was gone.

But why hadn't he died yet. He had been close oh so many times, but never had he reached death. He was past that point now, yet, he was still here, in the living world. He neither had any physical evidence of those stages to prove that he had been there, yet, the emotional ones were limitless. Was it even possible for him to die, or was he meant to stay in this world as the source of everyone's, destined to be alone and in pain.

He didn't know anymore, he just didn't know. He wasn't even old enough to understand anything that was happening to him, yet, some things were clear, proving that, though he pretended to be dumb, there was intelligence somewhere deep inside of him, just waiting to come out.

All of this went through the boys mind subconsciously as the beatings continued until everything went black, the last thing the boy hearing was the smash of a bottle.

I'm not quite sure why I wrote this but the idea just came to my head and well, here it was... I might continue it, but I'm not sure as I have so many other fics to update, so yeah... Anyway, I hope it wasn't too bad and I would appreciate if there was any criticism or feed back for me... Thanks again...

Disclaimer: I don't own naruto (I didn't do this at the beginning as it might have ruined the mood)