Mm, this was something I wrote awhile back (couple months, at least) as a sort of spur of the moment ... This is just sort of a drabble, really. It's taken in the POV of Naruto when he was younger (so there's no confusion) and ... ... well, yeah, that's pretty much it. Not much to it, just a small one-shot drabble. With added angst D:
Disclaimer: I don't own a lot of things. All characters are copyright respective owners, etcetera etcetera...
A heads up: This is EXTREMELY short. If you were expecting something long, get out now because this isn't long at all. Really.
The wind was blowing gently, but swift, and the day had a sad, gloomy air to it. The sky was a bleak, dull gray with overcast skies and it looks as if it was about to rain any moment. The breeze was slightly bitter and cold, and the winds stung my face as I swung back and forth listlessly on the wooden swing.
All alone.
As the sky started to let out a small, slight mist from above, I glanced up. The rain caressed my pale face and ran down my cheeks in a smooth, quick line and as the rain started into a drizzle, my clothes starting to become damp.
But still I didn't move from my spot on the wooden swing, which was hung by a rope from a strong, oak tree's branch. I didn't have a reason to go home and escape the rain. If I did go home, no one would be there to greet me. If I did go home, no one would be there to hand me a towel and help me dry off. If I did go home, no one would be there…
So why bother to head home when no one would be waiting there for you?
I'm an orphan. I never knew my mother or my father. But I did know that they were both dead. They had been dead ever since I knew and remembered life. I wish now, though, that I at least had someone. But I didn't.
Everyone hates me. And I don't know why. But what I did know is…
I hate them… because they hate me.
They hate me, and I don't know why… I was alone, and I didn't know why. When people look at me, they whisper, "It's him… don't look at him…" and walk off, sneering at me, looking at me with disgust.
Fear.
Hatred.
Why?
What did I do to make them hate me so much?
What?
I don't know why.
I try to fit in. I try to act cheerful. But people still hate me. People still say I'm a… demon. A curse. Why? Why do they say that? Am I really a demon? Am I really a curse?
But what did I ever do to them? Try to fit in? Try to make a friend? I try to act cheerful. I smile. I laugh. But people still say that they want nothing to do with me. They still say I'm a curse upon the village… that I'm a freak. That I need to die… Even the kids in my class say that… They call me the class clown. And a creep. But am I?
I am the class clown. I act out to get attention… any attention at all. Good or bad. It doesn't matter. As long as someone's paying attention to me. Noticing me.
But even through all my antics… all the jokes and laughs…
…No one sees the pain behind my smile…
Told you it was short. Anyways, this doesn't exactl deserve recognization if you ask me. It's pointless and a stupid drabble, but ... eh. There you go, I guess. -shrug- R&R if you feel obliged to.
