Gone
Summary: As a young boy, Uzumaki Naruto never had a happy childhood, let alone, parents. He was left to fend for himself, live by himself, and stay to himself so that he could survive alone. It felt forbidden to him that he couldn't do what he wanted and this was frustrating. This seemed to be sickening and suffocating but then he was able to breathe. He met the girl that seemed too perfect to be with him in the first place but what mattered to him was that she loved him for who he is and she did, and deeply at that too. Now a new love is born. A newlife began but it wasn't enough to shine happiness within the Uzumaki. He starts to realize one thing. No one never praised him, therefore, no one never needed him. Mentally abused, he decides to run away and search for answers to realize what's really important and who he really is.
"Monster..."
"Freak..."
"Weirdo..."
Those words of deep tainted hatred and disgust kept stabbing my poor flesh and for a moment, I felt sorry for it, only to be smacked hard right in the face and realize just how late I was, stupid at that, for trying to protect something that could never be or feel safe ever again.
But the one thing that kept nagging me, that aches my broken dead aching heart was those eyes. Anger. Disgust. Hate.
Whenever I look at those orbs, they scare the hell out of me and I want to shoot myself right there and then. No questions asked.
"You don't belong her..."
You're an outsider get out..."
"Leave already..."
Scared. Frightened. Nervous. Angry. Confused.
Why are they telling me that? Why should I go? Who are they to tell me to go?
"Nobody..."
Laughing. Hysterical. Hilarious. Not funny.
Teasing. Pointing. Talking. Whispering. Not my fault.
"Not human... destroy..."
Bricks. Arrows. Swords. Stones. I'm not going anywhere.
Ayoung boy, no more than five years old, sat alone on the naked swing, just sitting there, cracked and dead. Lonely. Dark. Forgotten. Pointed at. Made fun of. Scared. Stupid.
Broken. Bloody tears.
Ocean-blue eyes were dull and old, not waiting for anything, not even searching for somebody. No life or happiness burned from those sockets.
Lifeless. Darkness. Souless. Shattered into millions of unwanted pieces. I don't exist.
Golden-spiked locks didn't glistened. They were like lost leaves, flying away without permission. Tan flesh didn't shine, but it was plain and boring to look at.
"You could never be one of us..."
Crimson-blackened heart was pounding deadly. Ocean-blue orbs were fearful and in pain. A fragile body didn't stir, instead it was locked down. Glued to the silent bed. Whispering voices. Blood on soft but now rough hands. No, hallucination. Fantasy. Definitely not real.
"I don't belong here..." Cinnamon-spice lips moved all jumbled up, what the hell did he just say? Ignore. Don't repeat. Be quiet.
"They're all holding me back I have to go..." Uzumaki Naruto. Just 20 years old. A young man that's had a horrible childhood. A married husband and would-be father. A friend to few, a foe to many but a unique individual that never backs down no matter what. He's been having bad nightmares. Welcome to his life.
