-This narrative is from "Zane's Trace" By:Allan Wolf (except the 'uzumaki naruto' part) so i didn't create this opening, i happened to read that book, and thought it would work out beautifully for the opening of this naruto fanfic, (of which, i dont own either, masashi kishimoto does though!)
Prelude
Give my mother back her mind.
Calm the demons in her head.
Leave the darkness far behind.
If need be, take me instead.
The day I began to write on my walls
I was listening to the old man
hound my mother in his usual way.
Ee-liz-a-beth, this. Eeliz-a-beth, that.
My grandfather's voice carried down
the air conducts to my basement bedroom,
poisoning the stillness. Dimly lit.
The floor was gray cement, the walls light blue,
the ceiling bright white and easy to reach.
I was lying on my bed flipping a penny
and considering my options-
should I smother the old man with a pillow?
or plunge a knife into his black heart?
heads, tails, tails, heads, tails, heads-
when the penny took a wild hop,
fell between the bed and the wall,
and lodged into a gap behind the baseboard.
And just like that, it disappeared.
Ee-liz-a-beth, this. Eeliz-a-beth, that.
That's when I heard the music in my head.
Music like a windup jack-in-the-box ready to pop.
This was the first of the usual signs:
A seizure was on its way.
I had to tell.
Someone had to know.
Not about the seizure.
not about my mother, but the penny.
So I pulled my bed away from the wall.
And very carefully. Very lightly,
in pencil, just above the spot
where the penny had gone I wrote:
Penny lost here by Uzumaki Naruto
Just like that the panic was gone.
It almost felt as if I was that penny
had been trapped inside me.
Or maybe I felt I was the penny.
Or maybe it's all the same.
Whatever it was, the simple act of writing
on my wall had strengthened me somehow.