Some guy attacked me and now I'm in Naruto(a Naruto fanfic)

Chapter 1

Heeeellllllllooooo! If any of u guyz read the story I had before, this is the same story just rewritten so the story will be, hopefully, better. The only differences are the person and the way the story goes. Just a heads up, this story will have swears in it, so if u don't like bad language, STOP READING IMMEDIATELY! So anyway, let's get this show started.........I mean story, yeah, story, that's what I meant!

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Mark's POV

Everything was dark, with no light, not even the smallest ray of light penetrated the darkness.

I knew that I was dreaming, cause I always had the exact same dream. It was always me standing in a dark room, an endless abyss of darkness. There was nothing in sight, except for, straight ahead, a massive cage with two ominous looking crimson orbs staring right at me.

There was also me, or at least a dream version of me created exactly for this torturous nightmare, standing in front of the bars, orange eyes staring straight at me.

I knew what was going to happen even before it did, seeing as how I always had this dream.

Suddenly, my whole life flashed before my eyes, or at least the bad parts.

First off though, I should explain some things, like what actually happened in my life, and the way I am.

I like to think of myself as ruthless and cold, as do my friends, at least, in fights and a bit in my normal, everyday life. Sure I might be ruthless when I was awake, but the truth is....

I'm such a wimp.

When I sleep, i'm always tortured with this dream, and it reminds me of my pain.

In my life, not much turned out good. The family I lived with wasn't my real family, but I thought they were, at least until I was 6 years old. When I was growing up, my family would pretty much use me as their own personal slave. They would beat me until I bled every single night, for no reason.

When I was 6, they told me I had been adopted, and told me to fuck off. So I did.

I left the house and went to a local orphanage, saying my family disowned me, to which they instantly took me in.

It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth.

Anyway, families came, looking to adopt me, but in the end, it wouldn't work out.

That was until a family came under the impression of a very nice and caring group. Boy did they fool us.

They adopted me, and the moment we got into the house, they told me to go clean everything. Even after I had cleaned the house, they beat me to a bloodied fucking pulp.

I left soon, going back to the orphanage, telling them what had happened, and they told me that if it happened again, I could come straight back.

Later in the month, a family came and adopted me. They were nice, and I could tell they weren't faking it. They brought me home, and I loved that family. I stayed with them till I was 11, so about 5 years. I had a good group of friends, a girlfriend named Ashley, and it was good life.

Till the day it ended.

One night I asked if I could go to a movie with my friends (Ashley was a part of this group) and they agreed to it. When I left the theatre, it was about 11 at night, so I rushed to get home.

When I got home, the door was slightly open, so I instantly knew something was wrong. I rushed in to see my parents lying dead on the floor, blood staining the carpet. Someone had broken in, and my parents had tried to fight by the looks of it. At that point, I thought life couldn't get any worse.