I DONT OWN NARUTO!
...
Start
...
He pulled the razor across his wrist.
The burning, stinging, pain felt good.
His mind cleared of all problems, he only thought of the razor and of the blood.
As his blood flowed out, it took his problems along with it.
Every cut he made, every drop of blood, was one of his problems slipping away.
As he pulled the razor across again, he thought of how if all the blood was gone, so would be his problems but then, he wasn't really ready for death, not willing to let go yet.
With one finale cut he wrapped his wrist, put away the razor and left his room to get ready for school.
He put on a happy face and went around doing the things he normally did with his normal silly attitude, yelling good morning to everyone, laughing, playing, and joking around.
Few know of what he did and even fewer understood but he didn't care, for one more cut would get rid of that problem.
Let it flow away with his blood.
Only one problem it couldn't fix was the fact that no one was going to save him but he didn't care, he was happy with what little he had.
He was glad that he had a way to make everything go away and he'll keep on doing it till he's ready to die.
He got through the day, at school and at home, and walked into his lonely room.
No one was home, like always. But he didn't care, he liked it better that way.
He pulled out his razor, his only real friend, and put it to his wrist.
Old cuts became fresh again, and more of his problems flowed away.
A relief is what this was.
A big relief.
But as he pulled the razor across again, he knew he messed up.
He'd cut way to deep.
Guess this was his body's way of telling him it was ready to let go.
As the blood flooded out, he thought, again, of how no one was going to save him, how this was the only problem this couldn't fix.
His family found him the next day, razor in hand, his face tear-streaked, and a note.
All it said was,
'I messed up'
...
I know it was short and a little disturbing but I had to put it up.
Please review and let me know what you think of it.