Disclaimer: Naruto doesn't belong to me, and never will.
Warnings: Angst, attempted suicide and depression. Shounen ai. (Kiba x Naruto, Kakashi x Iruka plus other various shounen ai and het pairings.) Don't like, don't read.
Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Introduction
The human memory can be a complicated thing. It can trick, and deceive in ways which nothing else can. Sometimes, a person can remember nothing but the bad; any good memories that may have existed are lost to time, or blocked out by dark thoughts and feelings.
This is how it was for Naruto during his teenage years. Nowadays, he reflects on the darkness and wonders what would have happened if he hadn't been saved. Would he have gone on, living a half life of lies and illusions, or would he have self destructed beyond all hope?
As he thinks about it, he realizes that perhaps it was a good thing that he broke down in the way that he did. After all, sometimes great things can be born from the bad. More often than not, some things can never get better, and some wounds can never heal. It was true in his case too. For the most part, he had healed and moved on, but some of the wounds were so old and raw that not even the deepest love could reach and heal them. He's accepted that a long time ago, and he was content with what he had now. But he would never forget.
As humans, we live and we learn from the mistakes that we make. Those that are able to move on, never forget the past, and although this is a good thing, it creates as many problems as it fixes. It had certainly made him more cautious as he apporached something new to im, and this could sometimes be a bad thing- he had lost his spontaneity.
Naruto had learned that while he was young, his own mind had become his worst enemy. While wallowing in the depths of depression, his mind had magnified things to impossible sizes and this had been his down falling. He had let things overwhelm him, and had been unable to see past what he perceived to see the bigger picture.
Naruto knew his own faults now, and knew how to help himself. Despite what others may think, talking always made things better. The person who listened always had a more clear of things than he did. They could present a logical point of view which was not clouded by emotions and personal opinions. He had learned that he wasn't so alone in the world after all, that there was some good that existed out there and, perhaps most importantly he had learned to love himself as a real person, who had a bright future ahead of him. It might not always be easy, and there would be times when he couldn't see past the scars of the past, but it was there. That was one of the most important things of all.
Yes, a short prologue. This story is a re-write of This endless dark. I wasn't so happy with it, and I decided to re do it, and change the name. Hopefully its better! Expect the first chapter soon! Thanks for reading!