Naruto decided that he was very, very angry at Jiaira for abandoning him (he dropped you like three month old gym socks) instead of training him. Kohana was boring and the dislike (they hate you and you know it) seeping from everybody clouded his lungs, making him light headed. There was a gap (gaping hole) in the atmosphere that leeched away color and left everything pale and bright (blinding) and flat. Without him (Sasuke, he ran and left you to die) there to stop it up all the softer feelings that helped him (they were the only reason you dragged you sorry carcass out of bed) drained away leaving him vulnerable to the barbs and knives. The whiteness exposed every wound and festering infection mercilessly (sadistically) and as Sakura smiled (it's fake) her eyes blamed him for everything that happened and the whiteness soaked up the blood.
So Naruto trained because it was the only thing that could distract him from his spectacular failure (you got your ass handed to you without him even breaking a sweat) and he needed to do something to erase that accusing look in everyone's eyes. He would train until his legs gave out and his knuckles were split and bloody and his muscles were screaming in agony (it's called masochism, brat). Iruka would yell at him if he knew the abuse he put his body through, but Iruka was too busy (he doesn't care) to notice and it was times like this that he couldn't help but wish (you beg) that his body didn't heal so damn fast. Then the whiteness would turn into a red (that's blood, idiot) haze and cloud his mind until all he could see were those bloody eyes and he would taunt him until all he wanted to do was scream and scream and scream until everything was gone.
Naruto was pretty sure that it wasn't always like this but he couldn't seem to put a face to the sarcasm (he hates you as much as all the others). He knew the name and voice and every insult ever directed at him from that mouth (you did plenty of other things with that mouth), but the face had been twisted over the last few months, so much that he couldn't remember how it was supposed to look. All he could remember were those spinning, black commas.
Naruto knew that there was something he could do to set everything right, but he was too tired to figure it out at the moment.