Famous Last Words

A Naruto fan fiction, written by me.

No, I know.. That I can't make you stay.. But where's your heart? But where's your heart? I know there's nothing I can say, to change that part, to change that part… To change….

Naruto sat on the sofa in his small apartment, which was more like a hole in the wall of some piece of shit complex with too many unsafe neighbors. The blonde exhaled slowly, bright white smoke billowing from his lungs. The glass pipe in his hand was getting a bit too warm, but he was already too high to worry about such a menial, trivial annoyance. He flicked his lighter on, holding it to the bulb on the end, rolling the glass around to heat the drug evenly as he inhaled so deep it burned. He swallowed, holding it until his lungs screamed to release the offending pollution. The nitid color of the flame from his lighter was swiftly extinguished as he let go, blowing out until there was nothing left.

The drug was forcing his body to cooperate, and he barely realized that the drug was now burnt out. He sighed depressingly, setting his pipe down on the coffee table, which was covered with empty bottles of alcohol, a sack that formerly contained chronic, and several small piles of ash from the cigarettes he'd been smoking earlier. He vaguely acknowledged that he'd one day burn this whole building to the ground by accident, but it didn't bother him that much at the moment.

Just as he was leaning back against the couch to relax and enjoy his high, a sharp knock came on the door.

"Naruto..! Open the door!" Sasuke shouted from the other side, sounding a bit urgent. He'd heard that Naruto had scored again, and he wanted to stop him before the blonde accidentally overdosed. And besides, the apartment complex was like a haven for crack addicts..

After a few moments, with no answer, Sasuke dug around in a potted plant for a spare key he'd placed there a while back for emergencies. He opened the door, his dark eyes falling on Naruto's slumped form. He quickly shut -and locked and bolted- the door, moving to Naruto's side. "I told you to stop this.." He said, turning his friend onto his side so he wouldn't aspirate incase he vomited. He glanced at the table, seeing the other's meth pipe laying there, blackened on one end, lip marks on the other. He could smell weed lingering in the air, and the Uchiha sighed. "Get up, Naruto.." He said, forcing the other into a sitting position.

He picked the blonde up bridal style, again opening the door. Sasuke fumbled around for a minute with the lock on the outside, struggling to carry the dead-weight against his chest down two flights of stairs. He lay his friend in the passenger seat of his black car, buckling him up before entering the vehicle. He started the engine and backed out of the parking lot, entering the freeway.

"Where you takin' me?" The tanned teenager mumbled, his hand moving up to pick at a sore on his face.

"To the rehab center Iruka referred us to. I told you, Naruto… One more time, and you're going there until you get better." Sasuke told him, prepared to make the two hour trip a million times if it meant getting help for his best friend.

"Wha-…? No, Sasuk….." He tried to sit up to protest, but the words weren't coming out anymore.

"No, Naruto. I'm taking you. I don't care what it takes to get you help, but I will, alright?" He said, his voice raising at the end. He was sick of this.. No way was he letting Naruto to the same fate Itachi met. "Just lay back until we get there…"

I remember now.. At the top of lungs, in my arms, she dies… She dies..

"Alright, then.." The nurse mumbled, reviewing the paper work. "It'll take a little while to put this in, and then we'll take him to detox."

"Detox?" Sasuke asked, glancing back to make sure Naruto was still seated in the chair. The faint rise and fall of the blonde's chest comforted him..

"Yeah, he'll need to sober up and withdraw before he actually goes to a partnered dorm. We'll give him something to make him more comfortable while he withdraws, but no matter what we give him, it'll still be pretty painful."

Sasuke nodded, turning away from the desk to go sit back down with Naruto.

"You're going to leave me here?" Naruto asked, struggling to change position so he could lean on his friend shoulder.

The Uchiha sighed. "Yeah, Uzumaki. I have to.. You're going to kill yourself, and I can't just sit back and let that happen.."

The blonde's eyes fluttered shut. "Please, Sasuke.. Don't leave me here.." The blonde murmured. "I promise.. I'll quit this time.." He could feel tears prickling at his eyes, and he begged them not to fall just as he begged the Uchiha not to leave.

"You know as well as I do, that's a lie." The pale teen knew what he'd have to do to be able to leave with a clean break. He didn't want to go with a jagged mark left within Naruto, so he stood up. "Get better, Naruto, or we can't continue to be friends anymore." With that, the older male headed towards the front door of the building, not looking back even as he heard his best friend calling weakly for him.

And without you is how I disappear,And live my life alone forever without you is how I disappear,And live my life alone forever now.

Naruto sat alone in his room. His teeth were clenched so tight, he swore he could hear them cracking. His fists balled up in the white sheets covering his flimsy mattress, and in pain, he let out a yell so loud, he was sure the windows all across the world shattered. "I hate it..! I hate it..!" He screamed, over and over and over until a nurse burst into the room.

"Please..! Make it go away..!" He yelled at her, shooting up in bed and flying to her side. He hit his knees, tugged at the edge of her scrubs. His next display of desperation was tilting over onto the ground, pressing his forehead against the cool tile. It felt nice, a stark contrast to the heated flesh covering his body. His hands pounded against the ground, finding that even pain could only distract him for a few seconds. But anything was better that nothing. "Fix it, dammit..!" He said, nails turning against his arms to dig in, adding to the scratch marks adorning him.

"Uzumaki, you've already had your medication for this morning. Please calm down.."

"Fuck you.." He spat, pushing himself up on all fours to crawl under his bed. "Fuck you..!" He said, much louder this time. He felt the shudder than ran through her at his vulgar outburst. And today was only day two.

"Would you like to go to the art room and paint? It's very therapeutic."

"Stick your fucking art room right up your arse." He told her, throwing one of his white canvas shoes at her from under the bed. It missed, but the point was still the same.

"I can give you something to sleep." The pink-haired female said, crouching down to look at him.

"I don't want to fucking go to fucking sleep. I fucking want some ice, or some chronic, or at least a goddamned cigarette. This is bull-shit, and I didn't want to come here in the fucking first place!" He said, scooting further away.

"Naruto, you just have to work with it, alright? Who do you think got themselves addicted to meth? It wasn't me. It wasn't your friends. Just come out from under there.."

"I didn't get myself addicted. You don't fucking know anything. It was my best-friend's goddamn brother."

"Alright. Well, you refused to make an attempt at group last night, as well as this morning, so how would I know?" She asked, her voice soothing and patient despite Naruto's cruel, burning personality.

"Well you would know if you weren't such a stuck-up bitch." The blonde wasn't even sure what he was saying. He knew he was being rude, but he couldn't help it. He was crashing hard, and he'd rather be dead.

"Maybe I wouldn't seem like such a stuck-up bitch if you weren't such a stubborn little shit-head." Her reply was swift and unregretful.

"You can't talk to me that way..! You're supposed to help me..!"

"I'm treating you the way you're treating me. Isn't that far..?"

Naruto glared. "Back the fuck up." He said, coming out from the other side of the bed. "I hate you, cunt."

"My name is not cunt. Nor is it bitch, or anything else derogatory. My name is Sakura, and I'd appreciate being called that." The green-eyed nurse said, standing up to again be eye level with the teen.

"Yeah, and I'd appreciate my pipe, and those fucking white crystals, but that's not what I'm getting..!"

"Alright. Well, since we're not getting anywhere, I have other more cooperative patients to tend to. I'll be back in a hour to make rounds, and in about three hours you'll get your next medication." She said, turning on her heel and exiting the room.

Sometimes I cry so hard from pleadingSo sick and tired of all the needless beatingBut baby when they knock youDown and outIt's where you oughta stay

"….and she said something like 'just kill yourself already..'. So I tried. I thought ecstasy was pretty easy to overdose on.. Apparently not. So I just kept taking it, and taking it.. Until I partied myself right out of a third story window."

Iruka nodded. "Alright. And you've been here for four weeks now. You're progress so far is good. Anything else you want to talk about before we move on to the next person?"

Ino shook her head, her hands covering her knee caps as if she didn't want anyone to see them.

"Naruto? It's only your second day, and you've yet to speak to anyone in the last two group sessions. You're still in a pretty rough spot right now, but it'll help you mentally to speak about what you're feeling."

The blonde glared. "I feel like not talking to any of you. I feel like not going through with this bull-shit." They were the first words he'd spoken in front of anyone except for that pink nurse. "This is fucking ridiculous." He mumbled, slouching back in his chair.

"Well, it may be, Naruto-san, but its proven to help you get through this withdraw. I've had patients get through addictions worse than yours, without any type of medication to provide comfort. Now, just relax and open up a little bit."

He sat up in his chair, the rapid motion causing his head to spin momentarily. "You want me to talk? Alright, here goes." He took a deep breath. The sooner he got this over with, the better. "First time I smoked meth was my first time doing any type of drug. I was with my best friend's older brother and…" His hand moved up to rub his brows. "He told me it would be fun, just a one time thing.. But, it wasn't. Fun, or a one time thing. Everything got worse. I ran out of money after about a month of smoking three or four times a day.. And so I started having sex with him for payment." The blonde grit his teeth, mumbling that he fucking hated this place. "It was the lowest I've ever been, and I'm still not any higher than that.."

Suddenly, he was aware of all the pairs of eyes on him. "Stop looking at me.." He said as he stood up. He pushed his chair over with a bit more violence than he'd intended and stormed out of the room. The hallway, which led to a locked door, was cold, but he appreciated it. A few moments later, a nurse was opening it to escort him to his room, which was locked from the outside as soon as he sat on his bed.

Immediately, he picked up the black phone seated by his bed. Cordless.. Tch. The facility operator answered, since the phone was rigged to transfer to her before it even dialed out. "Can I help you, Uzumaki?"

"Yeah, I wanna call one of my contacts.."

"Which one?"

"Uchiha, Sasuke, please.." He said, attempting to stay calm. If he got harsh with her, she'd hang up and take away his calling privileges. The line began to ring, and after a moment the familiar voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Sasuke.."

"Oh.. Naruto. How are you?" He asked cautiously.

"I'm fucking horrible… I wish you'd just come get me.."

"How's the withdraw?" The Uchiha heard Naruto choke on the other line, and he registered that his friend was probably crying.

"It's bad, Sasuke.. It's so bad.." His tears were obvious when he spoke. "It hurts so bad.. I've scratched my arms so much they bleed.. I just want this to be over.." He hiccupped, trying to calm himself to no avail.

"It'll get better if you just cooperate with them. Iruka told me this morning that you're fighting with all of the staff.."

He noted the concern in his friend's voice, but it just wasn't enough.. "I can't help it, Sasuke.. If you knew how bad this was, you'd kill yourself.."

"You can't do that, you know that."

"I know.. I just keep hoping the withdraw will kill me.." He had no idea how long this would last, but he was checked in this place for a minimum of six weeks. "I can have visitors starting Friday.. Think you can come see me?"

"I assume it's a supervised visit."

"Yeah.. It's better than nothing though. I just need you, I think. And you know what I mean.."

He heard a sigh come from Sasuke's end of the phone. "I know, Naruto.. But you know I can't be that person for you yet. I've told you, that I won't be able to get closer to you until you really get over this.."

"I know.. But I'm trying, Sasuke.. I really am." He paused to dry his face on his pillow. "You're the only person in the world I think I could quit for.."

"Yeah. Well, you better quit."

Just as Naruto was fixing to open his mouth, the operator picked up the line. "You've got one more minute, Uzumaki, before the line is dropped."

"I know." He told her, waiting for the click or her hanging up before he continued to speak. "Well, I've gotta go now.. I'll try and call you tomorrow."

"Okay.. Hopefully you're doing better.."

"Yeah.." The blonde sighed loudly. "Alright.. Well, I guess… Talk to you later..?"

"Sure thing. Bye, Naruto.."

"Bye.."

End of Chapter 1.

All lyrics from this chapter are credited to My Chemical Romance. All characters are credited to K. Masashi, author and owner of Naruto.

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