I always knew I was different from other people. Everyone knew that; my teachers, my parents, my classmates, even my dog. And the thing is I never really knew why.
They called me a hopeless dreamer. My teachers said I could be a story writer. Or a movie director. Some of them said I should see a therapist. But one day I found out I was just special. Something the Normals would never understand. I am a runner, my mind lives on the edge of dimensions, and sometimes I'll just slip into one of them...
I'll just slip... never knowing if I'll ever be able to come back to what I would have called reality. After a while... it's a little hard to tell what reality is anyway.
I remember my first run. My first leap between dimensions. Everything was red. All I could see was red, and then a bright light. Next thing I knew I was standing in the forest of death.
It wasn't the first place I ever wanted to see... but it was alright. I could hear Naruto's voice in the distance. He was screaming like always and it was from his words that I noticed he was nowhere near Sasuke or Sakura.
I can remember running through the forest feeling wry fit. Like my body has gone through intense training. I felt like I could coil up and pounce like a lion. And I did. I remember pouncing at Orochimaru as he closed in on Sasuke's neck. I remember feeling no fear at all because I was supposed to be in my own fantasy world. And who dies in fantasy worlds?
I pounce at Orochimaru and I remember the pain I felt in my arm. The sting.
"Such courage," Orochimaru hissed as he stared at me, "from something so weak." I can remember the pain I felt as I rammed into that tree. Then I remember watching Sasuke fall over in pain.
I remember seeing dark red then black. I woke up in my bedroom. My breaths were shallow and my back was killing me. At first I thought it was just an intense dream. Until I looked down at my left arm and saw two punctures with blood dripping from it.
Since then I haven't been back to that dimension. Well I haven't... until now.