Prologue
It's been over a year now since my best friend Naruto, has moved away. We used to be so close...having grown up practically in the same house for many years as a child. Finding out that he was moving 2 states away left me feeling alone; the cold burden of the feeling was almost smothering.
Once he had left, I had no one to keep me smiling anymore. My family frequently fought, and now I had nowhere to leave to when those times seem to appear; no one to talk to or to comfort me.
We talked a lot on the phone, having to catch up on things that went on throughout our lives but over time, his calls began coming shorter and shorter, leaving me with nothing to do but sit in my room listening to my parents arguing, hoping they didn't move their anger away from each other and towards me…again.
He must have gotten new friends I had thought, or maybe his phone didn't work anymore. I often let the thought slip my mind once it arrive, knowing I would get upset over the matter. Since I had no friends at my school (Naruto was the only friend I had, mainly because people made fun of my abnormal hair color), I now spent my times taking long walks down the park near my house; the cherry blossoms often comforted me.
There was a cemetery a few blocks away from the park, being put there just a little time before Naruto had left. There were two newly dug graves in the small center section of the cemetery, and that was the reason why I was here.
It never occurred to me how much I thought my life was a living hell, until I was finally free from it, at least mostly. My world was turned upside down, and I thought it was for the better, but to many other people they thought opposite.
I had several people come up to me over the next few weeks after the accident happened, saying their own apologizes for the loss and then went back to their own business. That's all it was, was a loss. To everyone else, my family had seemed like a perfect normal happy family, but on the inside it was the exact opposite.
My parents used to constantly get into their normal fights, but after a long while of arguing back in forth, my mother would leave to go shopping so that her mind would be taken off of it.
My dad on the other hand…he would turn his anger towards me, and beat me until I was nearly unconscious. He often told me afterwards that if I told anyone that he would kill me. When I went to my mother to tell her what had happened, she never believed me.
The only other person I told had been Naruto, and of course he would believe me if something of that sort had happened to me. Thinking back on it, I had to struggle keeping him from opening his mouth to the police.
My broken family was no longer a family. My parents had died a few weeks back in a terrible car crash, having the 18-wheeler flip over on top of their car. Even though I knew my parents hated me, I still couldn't let the pain of having no parents leave my mind.
I just wanted parents who would have loved me like Naruto's parents had loved him. To know that if I was scared or hurt, I would have my mom and dad there to comfort me. That was what I had always wanted in life. And I prayed for it for many years, ever since my parents first started arguing and when my dad had begun to beat me.
And God had finally answered my prayers a few weeks after my parent's death. I was then adopted, by none other than the Co-Captain of the Kohona's police force, Kakashi Hatake.
