He sat up quickly, and was surprised to find himself still in the white bed at the small school nurse's office he looked around bored, a frown etched into his face. When did he even fall asleep, but besides that why bring him here?

Why didn't she just leave me?

He thought he might ask her the question but apparently she wasn't there according to the nurse who came over.

"So what happened? Your friend wouldn't tell me she seemed really surprised when I came over and just ran away. Was it bullies again?" he looked away from the nurse, Natsuhi*, knowing that she already knew the answer. She sighed and worriedly looked over at him "Naruto, you shouldn't just let them beat you up you need to run away, you need to tell us who it is, you might think that it's not true but we do care about you." She walked back over to her desk and grabbed a clipboard as well as a pen, before coming back and giving it to him.

Report Abuse; Victim

Name:….

He threw it down with a scoff before turning to her angrily.

"You only say that because that's what you've been paid to say, you don't really care about anyone but yourselves, that's what everyone's like they don't care about others, they think that they're the most important thing in the world! People act like they know everything but they don't know that when they grow up whoever was the coolest in fifth grade doesn't matter! Reality will bite them in the ass." She gasped at his outburst. "Watch yourself young man do not curse and they are all trying their hardest to live their lives don't judge people."

"Well then, why would you give me the clipboard, you know I won't fill it out. You just want to stop getting complaints about unfiled paperwork, so you're trying to coax me into it. And plus people do need to wake up, open their eyes for once, life isn't double-dipped-with-a-cherry-on-top." As he spoke his arms flew around him in a jerky manner.

"That's what they need to know." He got up out of the bed in a flurry not caring about what happened and ran, just ran as fast as his little legs could carry him.

He ran out of the door, out of the school, away, away. He didn't stop, even when he could feel his chest constricting around his lungs and his sore throat burning with pain. Even when he ran a mile and his legs grew numb as his eyes waters and he could feel fatigue pushing through his veins, adrenaline wearing down faster and faster. He didn't stop when the sun went down and the moon rose to rest above his head.

He just didn't care, as he ran into the forest pushing through the brambles, shrubs, trees and vines, as they cut into his skin in several places.

He just didn't care.

Didn't care.

He didn't care at all.

He just didn't.

It was only when he reached the edge of town he fell to his knees chest constricting and lungs desperately grasping for air, mouth gaping open and closed like a fish, it was only then that he started to think, about why, about all the people around him, about everything.

About his past.

He always came here when he needed to think he would sit next to the old sign and curl up next to it he would always keep his area nice and neat stuff the things there in the nearby underbrush, with boxes expertly hidden behind the trees holding books upon books, a radio, and everything he would ever need. There was a backpack hidden under a water proof blanket that hid in the

He loved the area, he did like living out in the small town settled into the country, separated from the world and situated all by itself in the middle of nowhere with a small population. He did like living there, he really did, the fact that he could come out here and no cars would pass by, the fact that on a normal basis it was quiet and tranquil, everyone knew everyone.

But he'd do anything to get away from the painful memories.

He'd do anything to get away from the life he was living, the future that he knew would only be horrible. But he was really stuck here; he knew didn't want to lose the memories deep down, and knew that they were the only things that really kept him attached to this world, keeping him from committing suicide.

Maybe if he just got hit by a car and got amnesia then everything would be okay.

But he knew it wouldn't. There were several times like these were he was indecisive, couldn't make a decision, stuck perpetually

"Naruto?! Naruto?! Oi, Naruto where are you?!"

"Naruto, look I'm sorry." He pushed himself against the floorboards and scooted farther underneath the bed, pressing himself against the wall. Dry tear-marks started to once again grow wet as tears ran down his cheeks, he thought he could trust him, as family, as brothers, as friends.

"Naruto look, it won't happen again, you know that I would never try to hurt you on purpose, I made the wrong choice having them as my friends. I never thought that they would try anything like that, they promised me that it wouldn't affect anyone." He heard thumping footsteps slam down the hallways and they continued past his parent's room he was in to his own.

He heard more shuffling this time in his own room before the door to the room he was in was slammed open to reveal his brother panting and soaked to the bone with rain running down his muscled form.

"Look I'm sorry!"

He knew that he was telling the truth, but he didn't know if he should go out or not, he was very scared and didn't know what really happened, just that it was really scary and he didn't want it to happen again, uncle and brother alike, neither, he wanted neither to come near him

Never again…but as the skirt of the bed was flipped up he felt his heart stop..

If only at that time he knew that his brother had been black-mailed; after all who would've thought that the mayor's son was forced into becoming a drug dealer? By his own uncle, even. Maybe if he had told someone that he found out his brother hadn't been meeting his friends to his parents.

It was of course a plot orchestrated by his uncle just to make his father divorce my mother, a conspiracy by the mayor…maybe if he had told someone what he knew…

Then maybe, maybe…

But that was over and dealt with his uncle was in jail, he never had to speak up.

He brought out one of the books and immediately started reading tuning the world out, not having to care about anything but the fantasy he was immersing himself into, letting the words fly through him.

Yes, the past was over and dealt with.

That stage of the game was already completed and over.

He contemplated how he was going to get back to the orphanage without the caretaker noticing. But decided to leave that for later as he read the story over

Made me cry will writing this, this school year I've found a new friend with an almost uncanny resemblance to this story who's awesome and amazing and all the great adjectives… on another note, I finally sort-of-rewriting these chapters so another chapter will come up soon, a week at most but I have no real promises.

-S.E.C.