Disclaimer: I do not own The Naruto gang at all.
Remembering- hey hows it going
Kyuubi talking- blah
Thinking- 'Sup'
My journals secrets and dreams
By: Outcast-Gangland 9
Naruto took out his torn up journal, its cover was a bit one the brown side but he didn't care. He flip open the pages and stopped at an empty page. Most of the journal was cover in pictures or drawings. Naruto looked at the page, face grim. He knew what to write. It was his release from the nightmare they called life. Sure he was happy. He had friends, a family, and a home to call his…..
Well that was his imaginary life. His life he wanted to have. But he held to that even if he was a demon. Being a demon was hard.
Naruto felt tears rolling down his whiskered cheeks. He didn't even notice till they hit the page, wetting it. 'Why is my life SO DAMN HORRIBLE!' "
Naruto punched the ground, angry "WHAT DID I DO?"
The metal walls shook from the force of the yell. The sound bounced, echoing through the prisons hold.
A guard passing by jumped when the angry cry hit him. He ran to the source of the sound a tazer pole ready. He looked inside. It was dark inside, cold, no warmth hung anywhere. Fumbling the guard took out his flashlight and aimed it inside.
The light hit Naruto strait in the eyes making him put an arm out to try not to go blind.
The guard relaxed. His tense muscles loosing. He spat inside the monsters cage. Laughing when the monster whimpered moving away from the spit. "Not so tough huh" the guard said teasingly "Do you want to know what you did demon". Naruto looked at him in despair. 'Why do they hate me?'
The man's mouth moved no word reaching Naruto ears except one...
-KILLER!"
He sat there trying hard not to cry. His mom once told him that crying would not get you anywhere. "You have to be strong my little angel" Naruto mom said ruffling his hair.
'How ironic' he though
His mom called him her little angel. Her shining little light. Yet he was here, in the dark crying his eyes out. Naruto shivered. It was cold, so very cold. He clutched the little cloths he had. They were damp so it didn't help much. He didn't know how he got here. One minute he was nice and warm then the next his family was died and he was in the dark prison.
Naruto crossed his arms and sighed his head lying on now crossed arms. He looked down at the pool of blood that was in his cell. Blue eyes started at him.
They weren't his and that scared him. Shaking he closed his eyes wanting sleep to take him from the horrible place. Moans and ragged breathing were heard everywhere but being in the hellhole for so long it didn't bother him.
but one thing did.
A question he always asked himself
'How am I going to get out of here?'
Dear Journal,
I'm I cursed to be this. Do I always have to hide?
Why?
Am I bad? Do you hate me? Can you see me for who I am?
I can sing a lullaby. Soothing the beast.
It speaks to me, it sings to me.
It tells me about kill.
Am I bad? Tell me what.
Can I forgive?
Can you forgive?
Have I killed? Have I murdered?
So many things to wonder, so many things to tell.
Are you safe?
Am I safe?
I still wonder.
Do you really hate me?
Well was it good.
It was so hard to write since it was midnight and I couldn't think. But I pulled through
if it's too short well… I don't mind but I'll try whenever I can. Ill updates soon but review me if you want me to continue.