Im so tired. Im tired of the glares and the cruel words. Im tired of being lonely. And most of all Im tired of being blamed for something that wasn't my fault. Its not my fault that the Fourth Hokage sealed the Kyuubi no Kitsune within me. Really if it wasn't for me, everyone would be dead. You think that they would be grateful. But no. They mistreat me and beat me. This village is the only family that I have and 99 of them hate me. The fake smiles that I wear everyday are falling apart. The plastered on grins that seem like an endless presence on my face are breaking and I can't stop it. Im too numb to even try.
The worst part is that Uchiha. I can't get him out of my mind. I Naruto Uzamaki am in love. And in deep. So much that it hurts. Everytime I see Sasuke and Sakura together I lose a part of myself. Its tearing me apart because I know that he could never feel the same. Im dying on the inside and no one even notices. My eyes have turned gray yet they still do not notice. My hair is becoming pale and yet they still do not notice. My clothes are becoming extremely baggy on my extremely skinny body and yet they still do not notice. They do not even notice that I do not talk. I think Sasuke does notice though. I see the worried glances that he passes my way every now and then. But I know that it's fake. He does not care. Because if he did care , wouldn't he have said something? Done something? That's how I know that I am truly alone and unloved and that no one cares.
So I sit here on my bed with the blades to my wrists. Why is my face wet? I slowly reach up and touch my whiskered cheek and realize that I am crying. Why am I crying? I should be happy. The pain is all going to end soon. I guess they're just tears of joy. That is what I tell myself. Everyone will be so happy to know that the bakemono is dead. I can make everyone happy. For once Sasuke will be happy about something that I did. I will finally do something right. The blade cuts into my wrist deep and I cry out from the pain. But no one will hear me. Even if they did, who would come to the aid of a demon? I raise the razor slowly to my other wrist. I think about Sasuke as I make the final cut. My love for him will last through life , death and beyond. I guess this is really the end. I feel unconsciousness slowly taking over my mind. Goodbye Sasuke. "NARUTO!!!" Wait Sasuke? Why did you break down my door? Why are you crying? Your supposed to be happy. Tears of joy I tell myself. And that was the last thought in Naruto Uzamaki, the future Hokages mind before he died.
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It is raining. I think it fits the occasion. Everyone's crying. There is not a dry eye in the village. Sakura is on the verge of a mental breakdown. Iruka is on a rampage and had to be restrained by three ANBU. Kakashi is not reading his book. And I, Sasuke Uchiha am dead on the inside. Konaha's light had just burned out 3 days ago. He killed himself along with my heart. I loved him so much. I still do. Here I am at his funeral and I cannot bring myself to cry. Crying wouldn't bring him back to me. Everyone is leaving now. Going back to their home with their families. They were never alone. They don't understand how it feels to have nobody. Without Naruto by my side, I am alone again. So I lie here on my loves tombstone, my wrists bleeding to join him in the afterlife. My one regret is that I never told my angel the way I felt. But nothing will stop me from me from telling him now. Just wait a little longer Naruto. I will be with you soon.