Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ How Can I Live ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Dark Uzumaki93 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.08.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 899 | Visits: 283 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.08.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 899 | Visits: 283 | Status: Work In Progress
Screams ran through the busy streets,people stopped to see what happened. Sirens ringing as loud as ever a person getting arrested two dead bodies on the street. A puddle of blood slowly forming, a sheet now placed to cover the horrible sight from people. A car crash had happened, it was raining and people were in a hurry to get home. The car speed up at the turn of the yellow light, so when the driver was making a right turn he lost control on the car. Hitting two people on the sidewalk head on they die from instant collision and shock of what Happened in the blink of an eye.
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Tears were shed and sorry's were said, people all dressed in black looking at the two bodies for the last time. Gaara was in between the two coffins, looking down on his brother and sister. Gaara was afraid to touch them, he wished it was all a dream, or a really bad, sick joke. But it wasn't a joke or a dream, it was real and nothing anything or any person could do to change it. Gaara wished he was the one that died, but it wouldn't help, that wouldn't bring back his siblings. If he was the one gone he figured they would be going through the same pain he is at the very moment if he was the one in a coffin.
Someone put a hand on his shoulder and smiled sympathetically. It was Naruto. Of course only friends came, what family was left? As Gaara just stared at Temari and Kankuro the time just slipped out of his hands and soon the time passed he was left standing still looking down at them not a tear so far. He hadn't noticed the passing of time or when the room became empty. The owner of the funeral home finally had to ask him to leave. As he walked away he found it harder to keep his composure. When he slipped through the door Gaara took a deep breath of fresh air and tried to calm down. When he started to walk home tears began to roll down his cheeks. He didn't want to believe that he would be returning to a cold empty apartment alone.
A few minutes later he was in the little apartment, he stopped in the living room and picked up a picture of the three of them and ran his fingers over the picture, thinking of their smiles and then put it back. He walked to Temari's room and sat on her bed for a while, Gaara then laid down and curled up into a ball. Hours later Gaara awoke and looked at the digital clock, it was 12:41am. For once he wished he woke up to a chuckling Kankuro and one mad Temari yelling at Kankuro to stop drawing on Gaara's face when he would sleep. But instead he woke up to a dark and quiet room.
He got out of Temari's room and walked into his and Kankuro's room, Gaara smirked sadly remembering how Kankuro would fall off the top bunk almost every morning when the alarm clock would ring. He climbed up on the top bunk wondering how someone could just fall off the bed and a few minutes later feel pain and wake up, the biggest delayed reaction he's seen. Gaara got down and walked to the kitchen for some water, he looked around the kitchen. Remembering how every morning they would make their own breakfast and they would talk a little. Temari would always pester the red head in the mornings claiming that Gaara needed to get out of his shell and open up. His eyes landed on a knife near the sink. He put the cup of water down and walked over to the sink and held the knife.
Looked at it side to side, as it shined in the light the edge looked interesting. The sharp edge gave Gaara a rush and the idea to kill himself, he slowly brought it to his wrist. He held the knife, it hovered over his skin as he began to think, should he throw his life away? Lose all the friends he has because he feels like he can't live on? Kill himself because he has no family members left and because he wants to join them?
The idea of not feeling unbearable sadness anymore seemed promising the more Gaara thought about it, any thought of death increased the promising thought. But would feeling unbearable pain as his life slipped through his fingers worth it? He thought of how he could be with Temari and Kankuro again, dead but he'd be 6 feet under with them. He tried to cut his wrist but Gaara didn't have the balls to do it, his hand wouldn't move all it did was shake slightly. Gaara sighed and put the knife down, he started thinking of other ways to die as he walked to his room, drowning, the crush of the water some say its one of the worst ways to die. Over dose on sleeping pills, dying in your sleep isn't so bad, hanging yourself the list seemed to go on and on as he reached his bed,crawled into it and closed his eyes for more sleep.
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Tears were shed and sorry's were said, people all dressed in black looking at the two bodies for the last time. Gaara was in between the two coffins, looking down on his brother and sister. Gaara was afraid to touch them, he wished it was all a dream, or a really bad, sick joke. But it wasn't a joke or a dream, it was real and nothing anything or any person could do to change it. Gaara wished he was the one that died, but it wouldn't help, that wouldn't bring back his siblings. If he was the one gone he figured they would be going through the same pain he is at the very moment if he was the one in a coffin.
Someone put a hand on his shoulder and smiled sympathetically. It was Naruto. Of course only friends came, what family was left? As Gaara just stared at Temari and Kankuro the time just slipped out of his hands and soon the time passed he was left standing still looking down at them not a tear so far. He hadn't noticed the passing of time or when the room became empty. The owner of the funeral home finally had to ask him to leave. As he walked away he found it harder to keep his composure. When he slipped through the door Gaara took a deep breath of fresh air and tried to calm down. When he started to walk home tears began to roll down his cheeks. He didn't want to believe that he would be returning to a cold empty apartment alone.
A few minutes later he was in the little apartment, he stopped in the living room and picked up a picture of the three of them and ran his fingers over the picture, thinking of their smiles and then put it back. He walked to Temari's room and sat on her bed for a while, Gaara then laid down and curled up into a ball. Hours later Gaara awoke and looked at the digital clock, it was 12:41am. For once he wished he woke up to a chuckling Kankuro and one mad Temari yelling at Kankuro to stop drawing on Gaara's face when he would sleep. But instead he woke up to a dark and quiet room.
He got out of Temari's room and walked into his and Kankuro's room, Gaara smirked sadly remembering how Kankuro would fall off the top bunk almost every morning when the alarm clock would ring. He climbed up on the top bunk wondering how someone could just fall off the bed and a few minutes later feel pain and wake up, the biggest delayed reaction he's seen. Gaara got down and walked to the kitchen for some water, he looked around the kitchen. Remembering how every morning they would make their own breakfast and they would talk a little. Temari would always pester the red head in the mornings claiming that Gaara needed to get out of his shell and open up. His eyes landed on a knife near the sink. He put the cup of water down and walked over to the sink and held the knife.
Looked at it side to side, as it shined in the light the edge looked interesting. The sharp edge gave Gaara a rush and the idea to kill himself, he slowly brought it to his wrist. He held the knife, it hovered over his skin as he began to think, should he throw his life away? Lose all the friends he has because he feels like he can't live on? Kill himself because he has no family members left and because he wants to join them?
The idea of not feeling unbearable sadness anymore seemed promising the more Gaara thought about it, any thought of death increased the promising thought. But would feeling unbearable pain as his life slipped through his fingers worth it? He thought of how he could be with Temari and Kankuro again, dead but he'd be 6 feet under with them. He tried to cut his wrist but Gaara didn't have the balls to do it, his hand wouldn't move all it did was shake slightly. Gaara sighed and put the knife down, he started thinking of other ways to die as he walked to his room, drowning, the crush of the water some say its one of the worst ways to die. Over dose on sleeping pills, dying in your sleep isn't so bad, hanging yourself the list seemed to go on and on as he reached his bed,crawled into it and closed his eyes for more sleep.