My first Fanfic, but I don't want you to go easy on me. Tell it like it is.
I do not own Naruto….Though I wish I did.
Natural
I always couldn't help but wonder. Wonder how fate decides. Wonder why destiny could be so cruel. Wonder what the gods were thinking when our world became the way it is. Corrupt. Unforgiving. Evil. I couldn't help wonder why life, my life turned out the way it did. The way it fell apart. The way it was torn to pieces. I couldn't help myself, from wondering… or falling. I can't stop myself, but I can pretend that I'm trying. Trying to control it. To control what it out of my hands. I can still pretend…that it's natural.
Have you ever felt the need to do something or be somewhere but just couldn't figure out what. I have that feeling. Not just right now, but all the time. That feeling provokes me to move, to do things, to see things. Things I don't want to do. Things I don't want to see most of the time. When that feeling overtakes me I don't fight, I give in. Over time I've learned that fighting it doesn't help. It only makes it worse and more frightening. That feeling will just keep building and escalating, until it's the only thing you think about.
That's why I go numb. Dead to the world. Unblinking, unfeeling. Just still. Just nothing. I leave my consciousness behind me. I float like a zombie. Not remembering anything during my "black Outs" as I've come to call them. But as I star down at my 10 year old, blood soaked person. I start to rethink my decision to 'not remember' as I continue to look on at the dozens of lifeless bodies surrounding me.
And I scream.
Well I hope it seems somewhat interesting to you. R&R, please. I promise to update.
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