Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Warnings: Kinda angsty. Un-betad, so all mistakes are mine

Rating: T


435. Whispering nightmare.

He could hear them. The voices were all around him. And though they were a soft whisper, it felt as though they were yelling in his ear. His attempts to cover his ears with his trembling hand were futile because he could still hear the voices. They told him stories that he wish he had never heard, stories so gruesome that he could see them play out behind his close eye lids. Nightmares so real that at times he wasn't sure if he was asleep or awake. But the words that caused him the most turmoil, the words that caused his sleepless night were the words that were whispered by a voice that sounded like his mother's.

'Was this so called peace really worth the life of your family and your little brother's sorrow?'

And dispite his answers and reasoning the voices alway return, whispering nightmares.