A/N: I don't know why I wrote this. I've been listening to this song and it gave me inspiration to write. I don't know why but for some reason, I could tell the story behind it and somehow, this idea came into my mind. Please read!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I can get my own ideas. It belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
I wanted to live, but I couldn't. Seeing my companions ignore me, all except Kiba, who was the only one that acknowledged me. The only one that would hold me; the only one that would care for me; the only one that loved me. Not even Naruto noticed me. I wanted to die so much, but I would lose so much and I've learned that already. Dying is just a figment or illusion of the mind. Killing it would break it.
Tears came streaming down my face. Kiba would always be there to wipe them away, but he was too late for these. I hated myself for being so fragile, so weak, so unnoticed. Hate can hurt, but in return it will hurt even more. The pain of a kunai hitting your body doesn't compare to the pain that I had. I had one life to live and I had to give up my life for freedom; for the independence that I needed. All the laughs and the crushes and the ninja life was just a stage I had to pass, something that could come and go when it wanted to. Needing and wanting are so alike but so different.
I could feel the life coming out of me when I injected the kunai into my heart, the place I had the most hurt. The more I got shunned, the more I was ignored, the more I was unnoticed, the more I wanted to die. I could feel my blood stop flowing and my eyelids wanted to drop and close. My hair flushed into a frail blue, my eyes vanished into a lifeless white, my body turned pale. My life was soon to be gone.
The last I heard was Kiba, obviously wanting to tell me I have to train with Kurenai-sensei. I could tell he was frightened at the sight before him. I could almost feel the life coming out of him when he saw my motionless body laying cold in the forest we were in. My body drowned in my blood as his eyes deepened in shock. I could tell. I could feel his eyes bury into my body as he tried to bring me back. I wondered why I wasn't already dead yet. I then felt the metal weapon emerge from my body. I wasn't dead.
Why? Why didn't I die that day? Doesn't a kunai kill you on the spot? Why? Why did all of this have to happen? Why did Kiba come and save me? Was it by coincidence? I was blinded by questions as I lay in my hospital bed, unconscious and still. I didn't know what was happening to me. I blacked out before anything else happened. I thought I was going to die, but somehow Kiba saved me, but from what? Was it from myself? I wanted to be gone from the world. It didn't want me and I know especially Konoha didn't either. So why am I still here? Don't they know that they don't want me here? Can't they see I'm just a person created for no apparent reason? I'm just a person to be put in the world. I'm just another face; another human; another thing. Something that was brought into the world that could be easily taken out was me. Nothing special happened to me. Not even on Valentine's Day. Kiba was the only one that gave me something. And I don't know why, but I cherish everything from him.
I'm here, looking into the blue painted sky, the sun soon to be setting, and the clouds having fun over me. Kiba is beside me, putting one arm around me, making me feel safe and comfort. I have a chest wound. All of my feelings are coated into it. Everything that happened healed with it, including my feelings. I could feel my life regaining from my suicide scare. The blood is flowing like a non-stop river, my skin coming to their natural color, my hair back to its indigo complexion, and my eyes, not only do they have their color back but they have their happiness back. I could feel it. Kiba did too because when I saw his smirk, that confirmed that he cared for me and if anything happens to me again, I know he'll be there for me. He put me to his chest, indicating it was a hug. A hug, something I didn't have in a long time.
A/N: I know. It was short but it was off the top of my head. I don't know what happened to me when I'm writing. It's like it comes naturally. I've never wrote a story like this but it's always good for a first time. I hope you liked it! Please give me a soft review! Thanks!