A/N: this idea just popped into my head. I don't own Naruto.

Naruto's P.O.V

I sit at home and cry alone while looking at my bruised hands. I was covered in cuts, scares, bruises and more. That's because every one hates me. I don't even know why though! But it has been that way since as long as I can remember.

Even when I was a kid I was treated like dirt, like I had no right to exist. I never understood, and I still don't. It's just so unfair how they treat me!

It starts to rain

I look out my window. The rain only just started yet it's poring out side. I bet the ground's already super muddy. I guess I should be happy I'm home and not out in that but I'm still so upset.

No matter what I do they'll always hate me. They'll always wish that I'm dead. I look over at the kitchen and see a knife on the counter. My heart pounds harder in my chest. I start to walk over to the knife but I stop myself.

"What am I doing?" I ask myself. I know better then to even think stuff like that. I sigh then walk to the bath room. I take a shower, change into sleeping clothes, and go to bed. I pretend the thought of suicide never entered my mind.

The next day

"Look at the freak!" yelled some boy as he kicked me hard in the stomach once again. I coughed and felt some thing stream down from my mouth.

"Ha-ha! He's coughing up blood!" yelled the girl that the boy was with as she pointed a finger at me and laughed. "He's such a waste of space!" she yelled then kicked me in the head. I held back tears, I would cry once I was home like I always do. I just waited till they needed to go home like every other day; and soon they left.

At first I stayed where I was, afraid that I would be to hurt to move. But after a while I slowly and painfully got up. My sides aced and my head hurt. I wished I was dead.

It started to rain on my way home. At first I thought maybe the sky was crying for me but I doubted it. Then I continued on my way. I made it home after a bit, but not before it was poring.

And now here I am. I'm back where I started, crying at my pathetic life. I don't deserve to live. Then I look up. I see what I want to see.

The knife on the counter. Sharp and sleek. It's calling my name. I stand up and walk over to the counter, but unlike last night I don't stop myself.

I'm standing in front of the counter and grabbing the knife. "I can't do this" I think as I place the blade to my more then eager wrist. Tears pore down my face as my heart starts pounding harder and harder. "I have to stop" I think as I start to push down on the blade.

"I have to stop" I think again as fear consumes my being. I'm terrified by my own actions. "What am I doing?" I question myself as I feel myself getting weaker. "What am I doing?" I question again as blood starts to pore and my eye lids start to get heavy.

"What have I done?" I question as I slip away into the cold darkness.

A/N: What do you think? I know that even if Naruto did try some thing like this that the fox demon would save him but I'm ignoring that fact.