-1Screw Death
Blood, it was every where. On him, on the wall, on the knife lying so innocently beside him. It was dripping down his arm, creating a small puddle of the liquid. His orange trade mark pants were now a tinted red, with splashes and drag marks.
His normally bright blond hair had dulled, but still held some of its past lightness. It was also streaked with blood, from when he had held his head in pain. Hangovers did that you know, give you killer headaches that is.
Even with out looking at his only shattered mirror in the small apartment he could tell he looked like shit. Deep circled around his eyes giving him a sickly look, probably had blood shot eyes as well. Cheeks bones sticking out, showing that he hadn't had a good meal in weeks.
He didn't even have a shirt on, it had been torn off when he was trying to rip his skin off. Well, he was actually trying to get rip of that well known seal, the you-know-what seal. Kyuubi basically, but who was he to tell, the villagers did a good enough job.
The whole no shirt thing, should really get back to that. His stomach was ripped up pretty well, but the seal could still be seen. Shinning in its own bloody red glory. He could practically hear Kyuubi chuckling his stupid chuckle, stupid fag.
Looking at his options, he'd either die of blood loss or, well, blood loss. If the ripped skin on his belly welly didn't so it, the big mother trucking gash on his arm would, at least he hoped. Wonder what the person who came in and found him would say.
Maybe 'Holy shi- oh, never mind, just the stupid Kyuubi brat'. Or something crapped up like that, Iruka would probably scream and faint. Stupid scarecrow lover. He'd rather have some bad ass pound on his door then kick it open and find him there, then curse and shoot his body.
If only the world was a gangster movie, if only. Cool, he was starting to see spots, that one looked like a cancer stick. Now where was he, somewhere on him dieing. Yeah, that was near, he just coughed up 20 percent of his blood.
His team mates, Sakura and Sasuke, or as he liked to call them, 5 dollar whore and emo prince, would freak. But in the inside, they'd be laughing about how they knew he was goanna croak, fucking bitches. Was everybody this cynical when they were about to die?
Probably, you know how people are these days, idiots. So yeah, the puddles now a pool really, if he wasn't dying he would probably swim in it. To shallow though, more like wade. Wow, yeah, just blacked out there for a second.
Shit, I'm really goanna die. Never thought I would actually get this far, thought they'd stop me by now, fuckers. Well, at least I get to go and beat on my dad about making my life shit. Wait, what if everything in my life has been fake, what if its all a lie. What am I thinking, I don't have enough time to think about all that shit, screw it. Screw good byes, I'm going to hell.
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