Crank
By: GothicGIR
Summary: : "You should have just pled insanity, kid. You could have at least tried to look like you were off your rocket. You had your whole life ahead of you." What I should have done was not pull the trigger in the first place. I probably should have just smacked him in the mouth a few good times and continue on with my flyin'. Or, if I really wanted to pull the trigger, it should have been on myself. Yaoi. NaruSasu. (Naruto and other people). Drugs. Rape. Sex. Murder/ violence. Child abuse.
Author's note: The title, Crank, was a title of a book by Ellen Hopkins. The only similarities between her book and this fanfiction are the drug use...and the title. I highly recommend reading ALL of Ellen Hopkins' books! They're amazing!
Past narrative story/ voice in Naruto's head.
Recent telling/ what other's say during past narrative
Prologue:
"You're sentenced to death."
It shouldn't have been a surprised…but it still made the air in my chest slither up and get caught in my throat. For a few moments, I couldn't breathe. More importantly, I didn't know if I even wanted to. Hell, it wouldn't have been different anyway because of whatever set date the courtroom agreed on. Holding my breath, refusing to breathe or letting myself fall victim to the death sentence…it wouldn't have made much of a difference. I still was going to die. The only real thing that caused a twist was the prisoner died a little bit earlier than accepted. Suicide? Well, yeah. That was a sure difference, of course…not like it would be broadcasted throughout the jail, yet alone world.
"Nineteen Year Old Murder Killed Self a Few Weeks Before Death Sentence".
Bam. The whole story in one sentence. A waste of newspaper ink. A waste of time to read. Thus, a story to remain not published. It happens.
"Is there anything you want to do before you die?"
There is, actually. It's not leaving the jail and smelling the fresh air, surprisingly. I don't think I've done that in a few years…been too focused on getting a new high or maintain said high. Sometimes, though, I'd get a little time in with my boyfriend. Well, currently and forever exboyfriend. I don't want to build a time machine and go back in time to fix everything either. Too unrealistic. I wouldn't mind going out and finding one of my Dealers again, but that's not what I want do. Entirely. No, I just want time to think, clearly. I know, without a doubt in my mind, I haven't done that in a long time. Five years to be exact.
That's all I want to do. Even now, locked away with the key hidden in the back of a stranger's pocket, I hadn't done any logical thinking. The first half year since I've been in here was stuck listening to people gossip about the crimes I was accused of; watching others point their fingers at me. Charge me with a load of drugs in my apartment. Charge me with murder. It gave me a headache. The plan devised solely by my lawyer was to plead insanity and just claim "the drugs were a way to cope". Instead, as I stood in front of a court room filled of unsympathetic people, I pleaded guilty and that I was fully aware of everything I had done. I had an Elbow* laying on the kitchen table, a Load* on my bed and a victim shot approximately three times- shoulder, head, groin- in the living room. Dead silence until his mother starting shrieking that I deserved to be killed.
The second half of the year I was in prison was spent obsessing over escape and a variety of ways to kill myself. Both failed. Escape, like the time machine idea, was unrealistic. I was too much of a coward to kill myself. Instead, fellow inmates beat on me and took advantage of my body. I refused to eat. I attempted to think about everything I had done since the age of fourteen to now. Every time I did, a voice in the back of my head taunted me. I didn't want to listen to him (me?) so I didn't think about my past. I just continued thinking about that two things I couldn't get away with.
I didn't think about my "friends". I didn't think about my "family". I didn't think about the life outside. I didn't think about the voice sneering in the back of my head.
And I sure as hell didn't think about Sasuke.
*Elbow: One pound of methamphetamine
*Load: 25 bags of heroin.
