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Chen_chennn: Hey Maddy come here and do the fucking disclaimer!
Maddy: No, wait! Don't you see I'm busy reading itachi smut! I'm at the point where he inserts…
Chen_chenn: NO! STOP! (Sigh) Never mind, I'm gonna do it myself: I don't own any of the characters, they're all Masashi Kishimoto's. Maddy's mine though.
Chapter 1: Before the Beginning
My mom always used to tell me "Life is short, ain't nobody got time to shit around like you." And I, being the insufferable teen I was, never listened to her until it was too late. Why would I, I mean before that incident happened, I was living the American dream: hanging around with the popular kids, spending lots of money, and showing off a figure worthy of being part of the Victoria's Secret Angels…Wait, who am I even kidding. I was nothing of what I just described. I was a loner, poor plain Maddy who never stood out from the crowd, never got the attention she deserved, and always lured in her perfect little sister's shadow. The only place where I could really find myself was in the Narutoverse. Over there, I wasn't a nobody, I could be anybody.
Hidden in my own room, far away from my sister's friends and their annoying gossips, I would sometime bury myself under my covers and watch a five hour marathon of Naruto anime. If my sister's drug was shopping and over-spending, mine would be anime and manga. Every time I turned a page or clicked the play of a new episode, I would get this rush of adrenaline and sensation of satisfaction. I was addicted. You can ask me anything, and I mean EVERYTHING, and I could answer you right away. I mean I knew sasuke's favorite food-tomatoes-, sakura's blood type-O-, and even Naruto's weight-50,9kg. However, every high has its down. Every time I turned the last page of the latest manga or clicked the exit of the latest episode, I always wondered why real life couldn't be as exciting as the life of a shinobi, why we had so many restrictions, so many rules, and why everyone just simply followed them without any questions. Society always tried to put us in different labeled boxes and identified us based on what we presented them, not what we truly are from the inside. When there are people who are different, who doesn't fit in any of their boxes, people like me, we are simply thrown aside and ignored.
And that is how I have lived the past sixteen years of my life, suppressed by society's norms, ignored by my family members, and harassed by my sister's shitty little friends. Yup, life's a bitch, well, that was what I have always thought until that accident happened…I used to despise life and everything that came with it, such as friendship, love, hope. All I could see was black, hate, and despair. I crossed path with death many times before. However, the razor blade somehow was never sharp enough, the roof was never too far away from the ground, and the rope always seemed too loose. Obviously, my family never bat an eye when they knew what I was trying to do, that is taking my own life away. They never cared and never will, because perfect little sister always came first, perfect little sister is always better than you, you should become more like your perfect little sister. What they don't know is that this perfect little sister of theirs is the one who causes all my sufferance, who made it a goal in her life to make mine miserable, to crush me with everything she has. All that hatred for what? "For fun", she says.
Well that game of hers lead me to my death, literally.