He had hit rock bottom, of that Naruto had no doubt, he gasped as he dropped the razor out his hand and looked at the damage on his arm, only to find there was nothing there as Kyuubi had once again saved him from himself. Sometimes he wondered why It helped, it didn't benefit the Kyuubi, let him die and It would be free, to destroy the home which tortured him with hate and pain almost constantly.
Even after he became a ninja the beatings never stopped, they just got smarter, they waited until he was alone to strike. And the result was always the same, 5 minutes of nearly being dead then walking home, only to find it trashed or booby trapped, all to kill the demon inside him.
It wasn't all bad of course; he had his team, the broody Uchiha who only he could annoy. The perverted sensei whose first attack against him was to shove fingers up his ass… but it was not the first time he had been violated and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. And then of course there was the lovely Sakura who at any given point in time was always waiting to pound his head in and ask Sasuke out on a date.
Naruto sighed, it was time to head to the training field and pretend he was the happy go lucky failure he portrayed himself as, better that than to let them think they were winning.
He would not allow them the satisfaction.