Demons Don't Deserve to Live

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

(!)Warnings- Abuse, Dark Thoughts

I turned four today. And as I lay here, under my bed hugging myself and crying silently, I wondered if today was the day I would die. The banging at my door got louder and harder while I asked whoever was listening, why?

Why does no one want me? Why do they look at me with those eyes as they call me a murderer?Why do they want me dead? What did I do to deserve this? Wasn't I a good boy? I never made a mess. I never hit anyone. I never was selfish. All I ever wanted was to be seen. So why did I have to live this life? A life shrouded by hate and malice, which envelopes me like a suffocating blanket.

I hear the door start to cave under the force of the blows it was being dealt. I clench my eyes shut and hug myself harder as the salty tears run down my cheeks. Don't I deserve to be loved? To be cared for? To be seen as something more than just the demon brat? I suck in a breath as the door breaks open and several pairs of feet stagger inside. The scent of alcohol wafts into my nose and I have to hold back a gag so I don't alert my intruders, they were drunk, that meant the beating would be even worse, tonight. I clench my eyes shut as they scream and shout to each other.

"Let's finish what the Fourth started!"

"Kill the demon!"

"Make it pay for what it did!"

I feel a sneeze coming and I hold my breath, willing it to go away, finally I feel it receding and let out an inaudible sigh, then suddenly, despite my desperate pleas, it came.

"ACHOO!"

My heart nearly stopped as I feel someone pull me out from under the bed, their sake reeking breath wafting over my face as they shout to their friends. "I got it, it was trying to hide!"

"Well, well, we better teach it a lesson then, huh?" one said as they walked in. I kick and scratch at the man holding me as he throws me to the floor like a ragdoll.

"Yah, let's make it pay!" another shouted as they all advanced on my shaking form.

"N-No! Please don't! I didn't do anything!" I cried trying to reason with them.

"Didn't do anything? You killed my husband, you monster!" a woman screamed as she ran up to kick me with her pointed heels.

"You murdered my son!" a man shouted out as he too came to inflict harm upon me, followed by many others.

"No I never did that!" I screamed. I couldn't have done that, right? Right!?

"Oh, so you don't remember? Perhaps we should remind ya, eh?" A man said as he got a kunai out and embedded it in my gut, I gasped while I coughed up blood, pain coursing through me. And as if that was the signal, everyone began hitting, stabbing and scratching me as I cried for help. But no help came, help never came.

Because demons don't deserve to live.

And maybe, sometimes, they didn't want to.