Yay! I updated within in a week! Go Me~ But its a pretty short chapter...even from me...
Its about Narutos past, …its pretty darn sad…. !_!
Please R&R!!!
OH!! and italics are in Naruto's POV at the time (if anyone doesn't get it) the beginning is in 3rd person though..
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The day my mother died, I was having a seizure.
I remember it being very hot in the room.
And even with the painful grimace
that she was hiding under a weak smile,
trying to make me feel safe,
My mom has an unearthly glow all around her.
At the time
I didn't really know what was going on.
I did know,
The heat was incredible.
And I was sweating a lot.
My mom was leaning over me,
also sweating,
protecting me,
and making me even warmer.
My sensation of the pain and the heat I was in was hell.
And the flames that started to slowly lick their way towards us,
The red hot glow that eventually engulfed us,
Created the image of hell too.
When the firemen were finally able to put down the flames and come inside to rescue us, my seizure had already ended and I had already collapsed
Before I passed out from pain, through blurry eyes, out of pain and out of all the thick black smoke that filled the small room, I was looking right up at my moms face. She was hunched over me, protecting me from harm and blazing lights surrounded her. As if she were my guardian angel.
I only saw that beautiful angelic face until I passed out.
I didn't see how the flames had kissed her backside.
I didn't see how the fire left passionate bites marks all over her. Or how tightly the fire had wrapped its death claws around her in a big warm grip till she had melted in embrace.
When I woke up a woman, in a starch stiff white uniform, took my hand and told me everything would be all right. I was confused. Why was there policeman around? Where was my mom. The last think I remember was that she was holding me tight and helping me get through my attack. So why were there police everywhere, where was my mom? and what was that horrible smell?
Feeling my intestines starts to scrunch up as if they were turning into a pretzel right inside of me, I slowly let go of the policewoman's hand and turn around to the source of the huge ruckus going on behind me.
Through tons of policemen who were communicating on walkie-talkies, and fire trucks that looked so big and shiny up close. I saw what use to be my house. I didn't really care that it was now a third of the size it once was due to parts of the ceiling falling in. It didn't bother me that it was black as coal and everything inside it was ruined. It was never my home. I didn't have any precious things that I kept in that house. What I cared about was finding my mom.
I turn to the woman again and ask her where my mom is. She bites her lip and telss me I shouldn't worry about that for now. That I should go back to sleep and everything would be okay. How could I go to sleep when I don't know anything that's going on except for the fact that I'm with a total stranger, I don't know where my mom is, and my house is burned down?
Realizing she isn't going to answer any further of my questions, when she turns around to mess with some papers I quickly jump out of the door that's open make my way around the ambulance I was in.
I frantically look side to side. "Where is my mom, where is my mom?" The line running through my head over and over like a mantra. I wipe some of the sticky sweat the still remains all over me. Wiping it made the weird smell worse. It doesn't really smell like sweat or smoke and I can't make out what smell it does belong to.
I finally spot the back of her head, she's lying in an ambulance that was parked ahead of mine. As run as fast as I can towards her. I jump in the ambulance that nobody except for her in occupying. "Why isn't anyone with her like there was for me, what if she wakes up? She'll be all alone and confused." I get mad at the unthoughtfulness of the hospital crew. I touch her cheek that has black smudge marks all over it. She feels awfully cold and she's pale, almost ghost like.
Seeing that she only has a thin whit sheet covering her up to her neck I get even madder. "Why would they only give her a thin little blanket when here she is deathly cold?" I lift up the blanket a little so I can climb into the steel bed she is lying on.