This is the first fanfic I've ever posted. It's just a little one-shot I did in about ten minutes. I need reviews! I need to know what you think of this story, even if you just want to point out a mistake I made!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Naruto.
Insane
They all think I'm insane. They live in constant fear of being killed by me. They don't know that I can hear them, every word they say behind my back. They always whisper to each other that I've been crazy since I was six years old, but they're wrong.
I'm not crazy because I live to kill others. I'm smart. They live to help the people they care about. They're willing to trust almost anyone, and therefore open themselves up to a million types of pain that can be avoided. I cut myself off from society, and spare myself such unnecessary pain.
I learned my lesson the first time I felt that crushing, all-consuming hurt, the kind that could never be healed. I can still feel the pain of that night, despite what others might think. I've learned to block it from my mind most of the time.
Whenever I forget why I refuse to trust anyone, I go for a walk. The next day I hear about the person whose body was found that morning. Seeing the tears of the victim's friends and families remind me why getting close to people is a foolish thing to do.
Not only will they most likely betray you or use you, but half the time they die and leave you just as alone as if they had betrayed you. It feels a little less painful because at least you don't have to see them again, or know that they chose to abandon you.
No. I'm not crazy. Besides, isn't one of the most important rules of being a shinobi to never show emotion? If I never care about anyone or listen to what they say about me, then I never have to worry about breaking that rule.
Some people might argue that the pain is worth the happiness, and that at least you have good memories and friends to help you through the sadness. I believe differently. A person can spend their entire lives chasing after love and acceptance, putting all their time and effort into it, for just a few years of happiness. The end doesn't justify the means. Not in my opinion, anyway.
When it comes down to it, they're all fools for exposing themselves to such suffering. They believe that I'm insane, but I know the truth. If anyone is insane, it's them.
Smiling to himself, Gaara jumped down from the rooftop. He landed quietly on the ground before walking off into the shadows. Now felt like a good time to go for a walk.
I hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me what you think and point out any mistakes you find. Just be nice…after all, it is my first fic. I encourage constructive criticism, but please, no flames!!!!