Helloo~

I had insane writers block, and I just couldn't get over it. But these two songs got me over it. Ones called Crash by Sum 41 and the other is Bullet by Hollywood Undead. Warning though, the last on is kind of… disturbing.

Okay, now the warnings and stuff!

WARNING: Mention of abuse, violence, attempted suicide and other angsty-angst.

DISCLAMER: I do NOT own Naruto. Please don't sue. I have no money.

ALSO: LISTEN TO THE SONG 'MY SKIN' BY NATALIE MERCHANT WHEN IT GETS TO THE THIRD PART, OKAY? IT MAKES IT ALL THE BETTER.

You were born an original. Don't die a copy. ~John Mason

Naruto's POV

My hat that was meant to cover my swollen face was taken away by a teacher, so I had to keep my head low, hoping no one saw the bruises. It wasn't like anyone was going to ask what was wrong with me, or talk to me for any reason at that. I ghosted through the halls, hardly looking up to see where I was walking, not caring if I ran into someone. It'd always end the same; a snap to the face, and then of glob spit aimed at my shoes. I realized, with a frightening small amount of concern, that I had begun to expect these type of things from other people.

Usually, I had always had a slimmer of hope that someone, anyone, would try to help out or even talk to me without a mocking infatuation in their tone. But it hadn't happened yet. It wouldn't happen. I wondered dimly, that if I killed myself, would everything be better? Would anyone even care? Would I not have to feel pain, anguish, hate, sadness, or just disgust for myself? Would heaven be like that? Would I even be able to make it to heaven? No, no one wants you, not even God.

I stared down at the paper that I had been previously copying notes from the board, but to my surprise, everything I had thought was in written words right there. It almost looked like a suicide note, if you thought about it long enough. As if anyone would look long enough that's in possession of Uzumaki Naruto. I really needed to stop thinking like that about myself.

But I just couldn't. It seemed that all I could ever think about myself was bad or self-hate thoughts that I had once doubted, but now seemed to be more truth than anything. I sighed, and dropped my head into my hands, immediately regretting it when I pressed down on a bruise. I could feel eyes on me, watching my every move, but I chose to ignore them, knowing exactly who they belonged to.

Because if I thought about it, all I wanted to do was kill myself over it.

(Fact: Depression is the leading cause of suicides.)

It was at the end of the day, and I was pulling everything out of my locker into my threadbare bag. I hadn't even attempted to go retrieve my hat from the teacher who had confiscated knowing all too well the outcome. Everyone was leaving, leaving the hallways emptier by the second. I sighed.

Luckly, no one had seen my face that had only gotten worse throughout the day. My eyes were swollen, the bags underneath a disgusting black-purplish color that dulled out my blue eyes. The bruise across my cheekbone had bloomed outwards, and now covered the entire side of his face. It made me all the more uglier than I really was.

Why couldn't I be at last remotely good looking? My hair was too bright, an disgusting banana yellow, my eyes the color of over washed shirt that had lost its color and now was pale and unbearable. My face was too chubby, my body was too thin, my hands were too small, and everything just didn't fit. And those scars. Those cursed scars that perfectly screamed out to everyone, 'Look, I'm disgusting and wretched!'.

I sighed, and closed my locker. I was really going to need some meds tonight. As I turned to leave, I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned around eyes low, bangs shadowing my face as I stared at the perfectly polished shoes that were covering a certain raven's feet. I tightened my hand on my bag until the knuckles was drained of color.

"Look, Fa—Naruto. Naruto. Look, I-I'm sorry about what I did to you, and I was just hoping you held nothing against me."

Nothing against him? Nothing against him? Nothing against him? I had everything against him!

He had ruined my life! I had hoped school would save me from home, but everything was the same. Everywhere I went; Naruto Uzumaki would always be a victim and a lowlife. And it was all Sasuke Uchiha's fault.

Anger flared in my heart, and for the first time all day, I lifted my eyes to someone's eyes and let them see the damage that I had to endure all my life.

Sasuke's eyes widened, his mouth slipping open, and took a step back. "I-I didn't do that—"

"No, you didn't. My dad did it. But I wish bet you wish you could, huh? But you'd never hit me where it'd show. You care about your god damn reputation too much. But, let me tell you something Sasuke Uchiha, I don't give a damn about your reputation or who the hell your family is. And you know what? I'm sick of all this shit." And then, I turned on my heel and strode out of the school, my mind set straight on a decision that I should be trembling about, yet felt eerily calm about.

And I left a wide-eyed Uchiha who could only whisper two words in my wake. "Your…dad?"

(Fact: Over 25% of suicides are attempted my LGBTQ youth.)

(A/N: Start playing 'My Skin' by Natalie Merchant to start really getting the vibe going.)

Naruto stared down at the small white pill bottle. He had bought another so it would be full for him. With calm fingers, he unscrewed the cap, and poured the pills onto his palm. Several spilled out onto the floor, but he didn't care about those. He was all eyes for the handful of pills that seemed to begging for him to down. The blonde boy licked his lips hesitantly for a second. What would his "parents" think when they found his body? They'd probably fret over themselves, terrified they'd be suspected of murder. But Naruto had planned for that to happen, so he decided leave a little note on his bed. He recalled the words that seemed to flow from him as if they had been there his whole life.

I'm not going to wake up tomorrow. I'm not going to sleep tonight either. I'm leaving this world. I don't know where I'm going, but I doubt its heaven. I'm not going to school either. And I have a couple reasons why.

I'm sick of being sick all of the time. I'm tired of being made fun of, ridiculed, taunted, teased, beaten, laughed at, and utterly humiliated. I've never done anything. I came here hoping that it would be different than that other place. But coming here made me realize, that, no matter where I went, it would always be the same. I was sealed to this fate of humiliation when I was born, and I just can't stand it. Maybe it's just one all cruel joke that somebody wanted to play on me to see how long I could stand it before I broke. But I'm broken now. I'm beyond broken. I'm shattered. My pieces are scattered and misshaped and lost. And I just can't seem to find all of the pieces.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did that made everyone hate me, I'm sorry I'm not good enough to be a son that parents want to keep and love and play with. I'm sorry that all I've ever done is drag people down and kept you from your goals. Maybe that's why people hate me so much: because all I ever do is keep your from what you want. But I'll be leaving now. I won't hold anyone down anymore. I hope all of you be happy; happy that I've left this world.

Y'know, I've always hoped someone would stop by, and ask, 'Are you okay?' Pretty hopeless, huh? All I ever wanted was someone to talk to me, just once, to ask me anything in this world. But not to make fun of me. But that's all I ever get and ever will get if I continue this life. So, I'd better make this better for everyone and leave. I hope all of you live happily, and I also hope, one day, you can all forgive me. Goodbye now.

-Uzumaki Naruto

He took a deep breath, and stared at the mirror for a moment. He really was pathetic. He let his eyes slide close for a moment, before he opened them again. Here goes nothing…

The small, broken blonde tilted his head back, and let the pills slide down his throat. He couldn't count how many there was. He just knew they were enough. He felt them settle in his stomach, and for a fleeting moment, he smiled. Naruto then turned and headed back to his bed, and lay down. He pulled on his favorite night cap that he rarely ever wore incase his 'parents' caught him with it. But it wouldn't matter now. He wasn't going to have to face them tomorrow or ever again.

A slow, rolling darkness came in; lulling the boy to a deep, ever sleep. The blonde boy stared up at his cracked ceiling. He felt tears roll down and his cheeks and couldn't help but smile crookedly. Even in death he was pathetic. And then he closed his eyes, and breathed out.

Do you remember the way?

The way that you touched me before…

All the trembling sweetness that I loved and adored.

Your face saving promises..

Whispered like prayers…

I don't need 'em.

(Fact: 45% of children have contemplated suicide at a young age.)

Sasuke couldn't get the blonde's words out of his head. They seemed to be on an forever loop, going around and around his brain. Sasuke had never thought the blonde would be treated like that at home. He had thought the blonde would have a family that he would be able run crying home to, unlike the raven himself. If he was found crying, he would be scolded for being so weak. It was another reason why the raven hated the blonde. But now, all Sasuke could feel was guilt. Guilt that was slowly beginning to drown his heart and stomach. He sighed, and dropped his head into his hands. There was one part Sasuke couldn't get out of his brain no matter how hard he tried though.

I'm sick of all this shit.

And then Sasuke had an extremely bad feeling in this stomach that told him that the blond was doing something. Something that cause the raven's stomach to churn and toss, and not from the guilt. It was something else. Something else entirely. And Sasuke knew that he had to stop the blonde before it was too late.

I need the darkness

The sweetness

The sadness

The weakness…

Oh, I need this.

I need a lullaby.

A kiss goodnight.

Angel sweet love of my life.

Oh, I need this…

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not. ~Andre Gide

-Crying into tissue- That really made me tear up! Especially Naru's letter! WHY? Why did I make this story so depressing? Ugh, I'm so terrible!

P-Please review! –Collapses into tears and sobs-