A/N: I posted this story like 8 months ago and made it to two chapters, then I gave up and didn't really update, but this time I'm committed. This is my first multi-chapter fanfic so I'm super excited! I hope you enjoy this story, and I apologize for the short first chapter.
Warning: Story contains depression, signs and symptoms of depression
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Naruto, but in my dreams I do ;D
It was quiet today in the fields, the only noise being the whistling wind and the silent breathing of the blonde whisker faced boy.
The boy, Naruto, always came to the fields, it was his special place. Others rarely ever came, they claimed it to be boring because of the fact that there was nothing to do. Naruto disagreed, this was the only place where he could come when he was mad, upset, frustrated, or just needed to think and have time to get away from the world.
It really was a beautiful scenery, flowers in all sorts of colors covered the ground, a clear blue pond which was the perfect temperature, and the open plain of green grass that seemed to stretch out forever. There was no end to the fields, well of course there was an end, it just hadn't been found. Naruto had tried many times to reach the end, walking for hours, even days, but to no avail.
The main reason why Naruto went to the fields was because of the polished headstone in the middle of the clearing. A shiny marble rock with the name 'Uchiha Sasuke' engraved upon it. The said man's body was buried, 6 feet under.
Narutos hand reached out and gently stroked the grave. It had been exactly a year, a year since the tragedy. He still got chills when he thought about it, the image of finding his best friend like that, is an image that will never be erased. From his ghostly pale skin, to his blood soaked clothes, it was horrifying, a truly gruesome sight. Naruto wishes that it had been someone else to find him, someone else to see him lying there, surrounded in a pool of his own blood. The worst part were his eyes, they were filled with relief, he was finally free from this prison called 'life', he was finally happy.
The actual suicide may have been a year ago, but the true depression started long before that. But Sasuke put up with it, he stood tall and held his head up high, and Naurto hears when the lowlife assholes call his best friend a coward, they say the suicide is the cowards way out, but what's truly cowardly is that people could push him so far to actually take his own life.
The depression started out small, it wasn't serious, he didn't show any signs or symptoms, but the depression was still there. And the small depression quickly grew, it became more noticeable, more dangerous.
Soon the signs were there, the symptoms were there, but nothing could be done to save Sasuke, he was too far gone, lost in his own world. Depression is evil, once corrupted by it, there's no going back. And for Sasuke it started and ended far too quickly.
A/N: Again I am so so so sorry for the short chapter, it's kind of pathetic how short it is :/ but I had to do it like this for the first chapter. The next chapter, and the following ones will be three years prior to this chapter and will be all about what Sasuke went through. Since this chapter is so short I will post the next chapter (hopefully) within the next week.