Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
No one would talk to him anymore.
It wasn't like he cared anymore anyways, but it was frustrating.
He didn't get replies to his questions, except when mandatory.
No one would look at him either.
It was as though he didn't exist.
No one cared if he sat at their table.
No one cared if he heard their conversations.
No one cared if he stared at them,
No one cared if he was their partner for something in class, they'd ignore him and do it themselves.
They never paid attention to him.
The buses stopped for him, but only because no one on them knew him.
His house was completely vacant of life with the exception of a tank full of fish and a decaying plant in the corner.
His neighbors in his apartment complex tried constantly to convince the manager to evict him.
He was used to it, he really was.
No one wanted him.
No one associated with him.
No one wanted to be near him for an extended period of time, saying he was evil.
He was used to it, it supposedly didn't bug him anymore.
He told himself that it was no big deal, but he knew he was lying to himself.
It hurt him when people ridiculed him for his past.
He couldn't help it, he really couldn't.
He fought with himself and his memories, and eventually he slipped, no one to catch him.
He fell into depression without really trying to, and was hanging to sanity by only a thread.
What would happen if he were to let go?
Would anyone care enough to even through him a funeral?
Would anyone even attempt to save him, if even just so they had a scapegoat?
If he let go, would anyone care?
He could only hope.
Owari
I was toying around with an idea.
