Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any other character from the series. They
belong to Kishimoto-sama.
Warning: Depression, character death.
Rating: Rated R just in case...
One Step Closer...
The view from the Hokage monument was beautiful. That was all it was to it. Gorgeous. Peaceful. A nice view of Konoha, the village he had grown up in. The village he loved. The village that hated him...
He ignored the tears blurring his vision and dampening his cheeks. He just looked.
It was early morning, and the sun was rising. It was a beautiful sight.
//The last sight I'll ever have...// The thought flashed through his mind, stinging like needles. But the thought was also true. The last sight he'd ever have.
He was standing atop of the carving of Yondaime. As close to the edge as he could. It was a far drop to the ground. A deadly drop.
//Please forgive me, everybody that cares. But I can't take it any longer.// Still just thoughts. He felt bad for having to hurt the few people that really cared. If they cared. He hoped they did.
"Iruka... You care, don't you? You always cared. At least I hope so... And Kakashi. He seemed to care too. Sasuke... Do you care? I guess not. I'm just an obnoxious loudmouth, am I not? You never... *sob*... never knew what I felt for you. Never knew that... that I..." he broke of, stifling his sobs. Whispered "that I love you."
The edge... So tempting... To get away. Most people would be happy if he did it. He wasn't even sure anyone would notice it.
He took a small step closer.
//My arms... They still sting.// He pushed up the sleeve and rubbed the arm, causing the dried blood to loosen and fall to the ground. He was still surprised the kyuubi hadn't healed the cuts he'd made... Maybe the kyuubi understood...
//I'm just gonna do it. There's nothing more to it.//
Stepping even farther to the edge, he looked down again.
Closing his tear-stained eyes, he stepped off the cliff...
~END~
A/N: I don't know why I wrote this. I just felt really... I don't know. It just needed to get out.
Please note that the author does not encourage suicide or self-harming. It's a serious thing that needs to be dealt with in the correct manner. And keeping quiet about it is not the correct manner. Talk to someone...
Please, R&R...
Warning: Depression, character death.
Rating: Rated R just in case...
One Step Closer...
The view from the Hokage monument was beautiful. That was all it was to it. Gorgeous. Peaceful. A nice view of Konoha, the village he had grown up in. The village he loved. The village that hated him...
He ignored the tears blurring his vision and dampening his cheeks. He just looked.
It was early morning, and the sun was rising. It was a beautiful sight.
//The last sight I'll ever have...// The thought flashed through his mind, stinging like needles. But the thought was also true. The last sight he'd ever have.
He was standing atop of the carving of Yondaime. As close to the edge as he could. It was a far drop to the ground. A deadly drop.
//Please forgive me, everybody that cares. But I can't take it any longer.// Still just thoughts. He felt bad for having to hurt the few people that really cared. If they cared. He hoped they did.
"Iruka... You care, don't you? You always cared. At least I hope so... And Kakashi. He seemed to care too. Sasuke... Do you care? I guess not. I'm just an obnoxious loudmouth, am I not? You never... *sob*... never knew what I felt for you. Never knew that... that I..." he broke of, stifling his sobs. Whispered "that I love you."
The edge... So tempting... To get away. Most people would be happy if he did it. He wasn't even sure anyone would notice it.
He took a small step closer.
//My arms... They still sting.// He pushed up the sleeve and rubbed the arm, causing the dried blood to loosen and fall to the ground. He was still surprised the kyuubi hadn't healed the cuts he'd made... Maybe the kyuubi understood...
//I'm just gonna do it. There's nothing more to it.//
Stepping even farther to the edge, he looked down again.
Closing his tear-stained eyes, he stepped off the cliff...
~END~
A/N: I don't know why I wrote this. I just felt really... I don't know. It just needed to get out.
Please note that the author does not encourage suicide or self-harming. It's a serious thing that needs to be dealt with in the correct manner. And keeping quiet about it is not the correct manner. Talk to someone...
Please, R&R...