The Definition of Death ~Discontinued~ (Naruto Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: What I've Done (Edited)

The Definition Of Death

A Fan Fiction Of Naruto

By Stephanie

Help From Simran

Chapter 1: What I’ve Done

Death. Defined as the end of one’s life on Earth, but since that day I believed the word death to mean so much more.       

“I watched in horror as houses burned to the ground, engulfed in the heated flames. The tormenting high pitch sound of screams filled my ears as the sight of people drowning in their own pools of blood pieced my eye. My body felt heavy as if the weight of the world held me down in all its torment. There was nothing I could do.  My eyes were stuck open and hundreds of people laid dead before my very eyes.” 

“Wow, you should that was a dream?”

“Yeah. I’ve been having the same dream since my 13th birthday. I’m sure normal people have different dreams; maybe I’m beginning to go mad. I’ll start resighting deathly poetry and prophesises like the Mad Hatter.” I ran through my sentences showing the fear and sadness that was welling in the pit of my stomach.

Simran chuckled, maybe it was due to the desperate rambling or the use of the words ‘normal people’ - which I’ve proved that I was far from normal on many occasions, who knew. As the realisation of my sentences rolled into her thought process she finally spoke. “Wait, you’ve been having these dreams for a month!” She spoke forcefully, her mildly thick American accent rolling off her tongue and through the handset of the home landline. “Why haven’t you told me this before? Maybe you’re sick, have you check your temperature and what not?”

“I’m fine, the only sickness that I have is a splitting head ache. I feel like I’ve been hit with a hammer right across the head.”

“Take Panadol, drink water, sleep. Best remedies out there.” I knew Simran was right, even more so considering she wanted to study medicine when she left school, become a doctor. Maybe I could get in for free.

“My house is like empty; Susan has a big ‘thing’ against using medicine to fix simple problems.” I was pretty sure her persistence to ward off drug use in the house was going to back fire, possible kill herself or me for that matter.

“Need me to bring some over?” Simran asked in genuine concern for me.

“I would say no, but this headache will most likely turn into a migraine within an hour, so yes please.” I sighed in defeat. There was no way I was holding out on a drugs help this time, it was just too bad.

“Okay I’ll be over in a couple of minutes. Hold on Stephanie don’t die on me now.” Simran said over dramatically making me giggle and continue with her short lived drama.

“Who said I was dying, I’m not dying, am I doctor?” I gasped in a panicked and needy voice.

“Okay drama queen I’m coming, I’ll see you soon.” She hung up but not before I heard a chuckle from her end of the line.

I took this time to find anything that would distracted me from the through of my head ache, who pounded in my head, calling for attention. Slowly and slushily I walk down the straight yet long stair case. The unnecessarily long stairs dragged down to the first floor, the marble cold against my feet making my toes curl as a defence mechanism. Walking over to the large oak table that stood proudly in the center of the dining room, I grabbed my iPod and flicked through the various selections of songs listed within the 2,500 there. Plugging in my ear phones I clicked the song ‘Breath” by Breaking Benjamin and watched with mild interest as the song lit up before the screen changed showing me the dark album cover.