Beta: Nope. Anyone who wants to volunteer for the job?
Disclaimer: As I have said before, Naruto do not belong to my, I only play with it. Ame is mine, however, and mine to torture.
Warning: There is nothing above the T-rating in this prologue.
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I feared very little and cared about even less, yet I had still never been able to end the life which had been given to me, the life I despised so much.
Why?
I do not fear Death.
I do not fear Hell or the punishment I know is waiting for me.
Nor do I care about whether or not I live or die.
So why is it I cannot end my pathetic life?
Because …
Because I have a beautiful daughter I loved so much, more than anything else in the world.
Because I have an older sister I love and admire.
Because I have two younger brothers I love and adore.
Because I have a few but very precious people in my life, people I would lay down my life for if it could wipe their tears away. I would take their pain on my shoulders and carry it for them so they would always smile, laugh and be happy.
That was why I had never been able to go through with my suicide attempts.
Because the only thing I really feared, was the one thing no one could ever avoid; goodbyes.
Unfortunately, every human will one day have to stand face to face with their greatest fear and that was exactly what was happening to me in that very moment. I had to leave behind my loved ones and say goodbye, because where I was going was no place for them. Their happiness, smiles and laughter would survive in Hell.
With my final breath, a single tear slip from my half lidded eyes and I choked out a broken goodbye.
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Hello.
I really shouldn't start another story with so many still unfinished ... I really shouldn't ... but I do it anyway ...
Still sick guys. So sad, really ...
Slow updates can be promised for this story, since I will focus mainly on A Daugther´s Dream and Kittens of Doom.
Reviews, folks, I seriously love them ... aaaaaand as always, they keep the story alive ... like seriously, they really do. If it wasn't for the occasional mail from that someone followed, favored or reviewed (or all three of them) one of my stories, I'm ashamed to admit that I would forget all about them, lol ...
Yup, I'm just that bad at remembering things and I have often asked myself whether or not something is wrong with my memory.