Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Scars ❯ Scars ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Author's Note: This story has self mutilation, so if you can't handle it just click back. It takes place when Naruto was very around maybe around seven or so. I kind of got this idea from Violent Pornography by System of a Down though it doesn't have anything to do with porn and such things.

 

 

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Scars

 

 

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He heard there whispers as he passed. They voiced monster as they looked with resentment at his very being. He never knew why they said such hurtful things. Didn't they know he could hear them oh so very well? It was on his birthday that someone threw a brick through his window. A few very small fragments of glass had lodged itself in his face as he lay huddled in the corner of his bed afraid of everything. His tears spewed from his eyes, stinging the newly made wounds.

 

Finally he picked himself up edging around the sparkling pieces of glass on the floor to get to his bathroom. He looked in the mirror and what he saw woke a strong sense of realization in him. His face had streaks of blood but his scars were still visible. He looked a bit like the demon that terrorized the village at the time of his birth. It must be that, because I look like the Kyuubi he thought before dunking his under the faucet and furiously washing his face. He childishly hoped that he could get rid of the glass and the scars if just scrubbed hard enough. For hours he stood there scrubbing and scrubbing until his lips were numb from the cold. He looked up hoping to see a perfectly scar free face only to find that the scars were still there. However the wounds and the blood were gone.

 

Frustrated he ran to the kitchen and grabbed a small knife from the cupboards. Then he went right back to his place before the mirror. Slowly he raised the blade and pierced the surface of his skin. He dug the edge in as far as he dared to. His teeth had dug into his bottom lip, which had regained all feeling from the prior onslaught of cold, as an attempt to silence the screams bubbling at his throat. Then he pulled the blade down pealing off a thick layer off skin. Afterwards he moved onto the other cheek, applying the same treatment. When he was done his teeth had already imbedded itself in his lower lip. The thick metallic taste of blood flowed down into his mouth before he lost consciousness.

 

He woke up a few hours later on the cold tiled floor in a small pool of his own blood. As the memories rose to the surface of his mind, he sprung up excited to see if he no longer resembled the demon that lay ruin his village just a few years prior. He looked into the mirror only to find his face thickly encrusted with blood. He dunked his head under the faucet yet again to wash away the crimson muck obscuring his view of his cheeks. When he looked up again, he was horrified to find the scars to still be there. Then the horror turned into sadness at the thought of finally being accepted was taken from him.

 

He slammed his head against the mirror over and over, trying to divert his mind from the pain in his heart to the one on his forehead. He felt a trickle of liquid run down his face, curious he looked up to find it was only his own tears not anything else. His skin on his forehead hadn't even broken.

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note: Really, really short, but I like putting down these ideas and sharing them with you. ^_^ It's kind of sad I can only write these angsty stories. Anyways REVIEW!!!!