Cant They See? : Chapter One

Cant they see the way he trudges around? The way his once bright sapphire eyes are dull? The way his hair is limp? How about how pale he is now? Did they notice? Or the fact that even when it is extremely hot outside, he refuses to take his jacket off, almost afraid to show his arms? No. That is the simplest answer. No, they did not notice, and they did not see.

Naruto sat alone in his worn-down apartment. He sat and stared at the graffiti on the walls, the cracks in the ceiling, the weapons lodged into the walls, and the broken furniture. He looked at the words displayed on the wall, as if trying to find a deeper meaning in them. No, he thought, These words only want one thing… after all, die can only be spelled so many ways…

He stood up from the floor and went over to where he stored his weapons. Under a loose floorboard. That was where he kept anything that he didn't want stolen of destroyed by the villagers. He found his special knife, the one he always kept around for when he felt empty. He figured that even pain was better than sadness, and much better than not feeling anything at all.

He took the kunai and walked unsteadily back to the farthest corner of his room. There he sat with a kunai, and some old pictures. There was the picture of team seven, with Sakura sticking her touge out, while Sasuke and Naruto Glared at each other with Kakashi-sensei's hands on their heads. There was another picture, of Naruto and Iruka outside of Ichiraku's ramen stand. It was taken right after Naruto had received Iruka's headband, so he was showing it off proudly in the picture. The last picture was one of Naruto and the third hokage. He had treated Naruto better than anybody else, and had given this picture to him to remind him of that. But it didn't. None of them did. They only brought him sadness.

He looked at the first picture, and was reminded of all of the times Sakura had hit him, all of the times Sasuke had insulted him, and all of the times Kakashi had let that happen. At the second picture, he was just angry. Iruka had only become nice to him out of pity. He thought that he could help Naruto because he too was an orphan, but he had no idea of what Naruto went through. For the third picture, he just felt sorrow, he missed the third hokage, he had been the one person to truly love Naruto, and now he was dead.

He raised the knife up to his left arm. He looked at the many scars that he has made before, that the kyuubi just cannot heal. "Thats it," he said aloud, "im sick of this, i might as well just end this now." He took the kunai and dug deeper into his wrist than ever before. The blood poured out of his wrist in an unstoppable stream. With satisfaction; he moved onto the other wrist and repeated the process. He cried as he thought of what peoples reactions to what he has done will be. He pictured Sakura and Sasuke whining about having to find someone to replace him. He thought of Kakashi complaning about cleaning his blood up instead of reading his orange book, and he thought that all of them wouldnt care. He dropped the kunai on the floor as he slipped into unconciousness.