My life

I get dressed, pulling on my orange clothes. Wearing orange they can't miss me, at least they're look at me. Why should I even bother going to that stupid place? I hate it even the children hate me; they won't even talk to me unless I force them to. I sigh, I have to go… If I don't I'll never become strong enough to become Hokeage… And if I don't do that I'll never be respected they'll always hate me.

Walking to academy I get shot by the usual glares from the villagers. Fix my usual fake grin on my face while I overhear their whispered comments, each one sending a knife into my heart.

Here I am outside the hellhole known as academy. Seeing a flash of pink hair, oh it's Sakura, I run over to talk to her… But I didn't notice her mother.

"What do YOU want?" Sakura's mother growled. She actually growled at me, an arm slipping round her daughter's shoulders. I don't believe it; she thinks I'll hurt Sakura. I'd never do something like that. Why do they always think I'll hurt them? What aren't they telling me?

"I just wanted to say hi to Sakura."

"And why would you do that?" The venom in her voice hurt me.

"Because we're in the same class…" I say scratching the back of my head.

"Well don't. LEAVE MY DAUGHTER ALONE!" She yelled at me pulling her daughter away, Sakura had confused look in her eyes as if she didn't understand what her mother was doing.

As they walk away I scrub at my eyes removing any tears that were forming before they fall. With a sigh I run into the classroom fixing my big, goofy grin firmly in place.

"HI EVERYONE!" I yell my voice filled with enthusiasm I just don't feel. As usual no one cares that I'm there.

At my words they fall silent; their faces drop as their eyes turn towards me. I know those looks; they talk to me telling me of the contempt my classmates feel for me. Oh God it's him again. What's he doing here? Give up, go home, Naruto. Like I care what they think. I'll show them, when I'm Hokeage they'll have to respect me. With this thought I force myself to bounce into my seat in the class. After a few moment's the chatter starts up again.

Boring. Iruka sensei's classes are always so boring. I manage to daydream my way though another of his classes. It's not like I mean to…It just happens, one minute I'm there listening as intently as I can the next I'm in fantasy world, dreaming of being Hokeage. With a jolt I come too, someone had tapped me on the shoulder. Everyone was running out of class, funnily enough it was Shikamaru that had tapped me.

"Yo! Shikamaru."

"Time to wake up, Naruto. Class is over."

"Um… Thanks I got that."

"You're so troublesome…"

"Yeah… bye!" I shout running out of the class.

I go to the forest and get some taijutsu practice in, I beat the trees up. By the end of it my knuckles are bruised and grazed, my feet ache … but I'm getting better. Time to get some sleep. I run home as quickly as I can. Hopefully if I run no one will see me. For once my wish is granted, no abuse is hurled at me. With a sigh I enter my apartment. The window has been smashed again. Some idiot villager had lobbed a rock though the fragile glass. With a sigh I go fetch a dustpan and brush; my windows are broken on a regular basis, I'm past caring now. As I clean up the mess the villagers made of my house my hand brushes the rock, it's covered in something. Picking it up I discover it's wrapped in paper; a message … Written in red ink … Telling me how evil I am , how I deserve to be killed as slowly and painfully as possible. My eyes fill up with tears, fists clenching. My chest hurts, it burns.

IT'S NOT FAIR!

I HATE THEM.

I'M JUST A CHILD.
THEY DESERVE TO DIE FOR PUTTING ME THROUGH THIS HELL!

I'm angry, so angry I tear the paper up into tiny, tiny pieces as small as I can. With as much force as I can summon I throw the paper and rock out of the window, not caring who or what they hit. The rock hit the rooftop opposite my apartment; the tiny bits of paper got caught by a gust of wind spinning them up into the air and out of my site. I wish I could fly after them and escape from this hell.

Escape… What I'd done to relieve my pain the night before shot into my mind. Why not? I was hurting so much inside; I had to do something before I burst. Finding the kunai knife I sat down on the floor, discarding my top. Taking a deep breath I slowly drag the knife down my arm, leaving a burning sensation as my spine starts to tingle. Looking at the red line oozing blood I fall into a trance. I speed up my pace madly slashing here, there anywhere I can reach. Covering myself in crimson ribbons that twist and turn wrapping all around my form. With a satisfied smile; exhausted I slump backwards, the kunai knife dropping from numb hands. I'm so tied; I can't even find the energy to move. My eyelids feel like they have weights attached. With a sigh I allow myself to drift into darkness.

Blinking as the sun attempted to blind me, I woke where I had fallen the night before. Stretching I winced expecting pain… Again! Again when I should be in agony I was pain free. Sighing I moved into the bathroom, proceeding to cleanse my body of the dried blood. By the time I'd finished the water was a horrible dirty red… I hate that colour. My skin was still flawless; no marks marred my flesh… Yet I knew… Knew I should be covered in wounds, bleeding or at least scabbed over cuts. But no, there was not a splash of crimson on my tanned body.

This is stupid! Someone has to know what's happening to me, but who? Anyway they all hate me; they think I'm a monster. If I tell them I'll just be proving them right. I can't let that happen. I sigh, at least no one will know I'm in so much pain that I have to cut myself, to hut myself to be able to cope. I wish with all my heart that there was someone, anyone, just one person who would be my friend. I've had enough, I'm sick of being all alone! I feel my eyes starting to fill up, before they can fall I distract myself by getting changed, brushing my teeth, washing my face, preparing my favourite food (Ramen!) for breakfast. I no longer wanted to cry.

Time to go back to hell and face the hatred. I started to fall into a routine. Everyday I would wash, eat, go to academy (hiding behind my grin), train, go home, cut myself (I hated doing it, but it was the only thing that would ease my pain), sleep; wake up, then the whole thing started again.

One day I was walking out of academy, Iruka-sensei had kept me behind in detention, I hadn't done anything major wrong just some small little prank, that made everyone laugh, they actually paid me attention which was worth the stupid detention anyway. Sitting on the swing just outside was a boy who looked just as lonely as I was. My heart reached out to him. As I got closer it looked like, his eyes red and puffy. He didn't look up as I approached, his unfocused eyes starring at the ground.

"What ya doing?" He jumped as I spoke.

"None of your business. Leave me alone." He obviously didn't want any company… but he looked so forlorn and lonely… I decided that he was lying, hiding behind a mask, I should know.

"Uzumaki Naruto" I held my hand out to him and flashed him the warmest smile I could muster.

He glared at my offered hand, my smile faltered. We stood there for a minute frozen. To my shock his glare wavered when I didn't turn away. Suddenly his hand was in mine as he stood up, smirking.

"Uchiha Sasuke."

A/N Sorry for not updating sooner. Hoped you enjoyed it. Please review chibi eyes. I bothered to write and post it, you bothered to read it, please spare just a few minutes to review, even if it's just a few words. I would love to know what you think. PLEASE!