A Floating Cloud (A Naruto crackfic/fanfic)

Prolouge

This chapter has serious topics, such as swearing, (mentions of)death, blood(possible gore) guns, and school shootings. If you haven't read the chapter before this I will be putting a **** at the beginning and end of the tw :)

I slowly blinked my eyes as the lights flickered above me. How did it all end up like this? I never got to finish my clutter sweater. That's not very fair...

I can't die.. Is my friend okay? What about my brother?.. I have a brother? I can't seem to remember... Who am I again

... Where am I ?...

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(A few hours before)

"[Name] are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?"

I looked up from my hands, that I was currently drawing on "Huh? What you say?" I asked.

My friend sighed "Did you even take your medication last night?" They ask.

I looked away, I forgot all about my medication... Oops. Math class is gonna fucking suck.

I nodded, lying to my friend so they wouldn't drag me for being forgetful. Last time I forgot, they threatened to staple a reminder to my face.

That's so kind of them.

"So anyway, as I was saying. You should come over this weekend. I'm moving my room to the basement and it would be fun to decorate it together."

They spoke as I stared to draw on my sweatshirt with permanent maker. I didn't listen, I just nodded and agreed.

As long as I agreed with them, they won't get angry. As long as their happy, I guess I'm happy?..

The bell rang and I got up, collecting my stuff.

I'm not sure if I should be glad that I don't have them in my next class. Would I be a bad friend if so?

I walked down the hall to my locker to grab some papers for my next class. As I tried to remember my locker combo, everyone crowding the hallway was slowly disappearing.

By the time I had got my locker open, the bell had rang again. I hurried and grabbed my papers and shut my locker.

As I speed walked to my next class, now late, a voice began to speak over the speakers.

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At first I was going to ignore it but then I heard the words 'shooter' and 'lockdown.'

My eyes widened in panic. What do I do? I ran to the closet classroom door and tried to open it. They would never let me in, would they?

I tired door after door, I tried banging on the door and such but decided against it. What if the shooter heard me?... I had to be silent or else it could cause me my life.

The air seemed like small needles as I breathed in and out, panic spreading through mt body as I tried to remember what the teachers always told us to do in this situation.

Gods, why does my mind always drift off into the clouds in such important times?!

The bathrooms? Maybe the lockerrooms?!

I hurried down the eeire hallway, my feet hitting the ground and making loud 'clack, clack, clack' noises.

I should take off my shoes. They're too loud. But how will I run in socks?

I hear a loud yell down the hallway, I slide to a stop and peek around the corner to see my friend at gunpoint.

My eyes widened.

The guy with the gun had his back facing me and my friend suddenly made eye contact with me.

I froze.

I couldn't let them die.

I would be a bad friend.

They would hate me for life and death.

I quickly and quietly slid off my shoes and took a deep breath.

It's an absolutely terrible idea to run in these layers. BUT THIS IS LIFE OR DEATH.

I took the drawstring out of my sweater as the man's voice got louder and my friend started to tear up.

I gripped onto the drawstring and swiftly ran at the man, without making a noise.

I could've done it. I could've killed him and saved them.

But they just had to mess it all up.

"[NAME] NO!" They yelled out startling the man.

I furrowed mt brows in anger as I quickly wrapped the string around the man's neck before he turned.

He tried shooting at my friend and I pulled tightly on the string, making him miss and step back into me.

Then the man started to struggle so I pushed him to the ground, making me lose my tight grip on the string.

He flipped over onto his back with lots of struggling, he then reaches for his gun.

Did he drop it earlier when he tried shooting my friend?

Before I could do anything the man grabbed the gun, I glanced up to see my friend running away.

Why would they leave me?

Did... Did I do something bad?

I was such an idiot. This plan really sucked ass, huh?.. Did I ever really have a plan?

I tried to restrain him the best I could for a while until I heard footsteps behind, coming out of nowhere and appearing quickly.

Another guy?!

I was then tackled off the first guy and onto the dirty floor.

I wiggled and struggled, my fave shoved into his neck as I thought of ways to escape.

My eyes widened as an idea popped up into my head, I opened my mouth and licked my lips.

My body moved swiftly as I chomped down onto his neck, digging my sharp teeth into his neck as hard as I could.

The feeling of tearing into someone with my teeth and nails felt so... Familiar.

The man screamed as I shook my head trying to tear off skin.

BANG BANG.

I was shot twice.

Blood came out of my mouth mixing with the mans blood pouring out of his neck.

"I'll drag you to hell..." I grunted out after I ripped out more of his neck.

BANG BANG BANG

The bullets past through my binder, and into my skin and organs, and past through to hit the half dead man.

Why did he keep shooting me? I was gonna die anyway.

Sirens could be heard in the distance. The man got up and ran off, down the hallway.

I weakly shoved the now dead man off of me.

With no more strength left I stared at the ceiling. Blood pouring out of my wounds as I coughed out more iron tasting red substance.

I can't die, not yet. Is my friend okay? What about my brother?.. I have a brother? I can't seem to remember... Who am I again? No, I'm Yn.

My vision began to blur and I felt light as a feather.

Fuzzy feelings spread throughout my whole body as I finally closed my eyes. I felt like a cloud just floating in the sky as free as a bird. A floating cloud.

Brother, please, don't let me die... I'm sorry for what I did to you, I had to do it, I had to.