Title: Lost Identity - a "Naruto" fanfiction
Originally Written: July 24, 2010 at 00 45
Disclaimer: Original Story and Characters Copyrighted by Masashi Kishimoto
Sometimes, I no longer know who I am.
They tell me one thing - though I know it is a lie, I sometimes cannot help but believe them, to let their lies infiltrate my mind until it becomes a truth.
An unfounded hatred based on something I could not control - I try, struggling to keep going, to keep earning their respect as I work out of love for the place I have grown up in.
But it is tiring - to keep enduring the harsh bias against me. Even those who should not judge based on rumors - classmates...teammates... - they all listen to the vile lies and pre-determine who they think I am.
There is nothing left for me to cling onto, as they strip me of the little I had possessed. I am and will always be the troublemaker, the burden, the horror that stole their precious loved ones.
Yet - they never bother to remember them, to honor their memories. The annual festival is to celebrate, to mock me of the things stolen from me at birth, to glare and hunt me down until I fall, like captive prey helpless to the onslaught of the preditor's intentions.
Once - I had wanted to protect them. Now, I struggle to find a reason to fight for the undeserving. There are only a few that barely redeem the slum of the village, and even then I question - do I still want to dedicate myself to the place that houses so many that I despise for their attitude?
They never respected me - and I will never gain all of their respect. Only fear, only hatred, only the darker emotions that a young orphan should never be exposed to.
As if they'd respect that.
Never - I have never had my struggles redeemed, nothing to make what I fought for worthwhile.
Maybe I never will.