Third Chance a naruto fanfic

Chapter 1

"…lease don't take her away!"

"She can still be a good a girl, just give her some time!"

"Just give her a second chance to change herself"

"Please… people can change… she can change…"

Those were the last words I heard from them. You may wonder who they are and what are they talking about so I'll tell you my story from the beginning, to where I am now, and the future that awaits me…

My life was relatively normal until I was six, when the hell of my life started. I had a younger brother and we were always looking forward to find a toy and play. We were not poor, neither we were rich. We couldn't afford the buying of toys; we needed to concentrate on protection.

The world was nothing more than a trash can by my time, even if people tried to convince themselves it wasn't: going to school, working, hobbies; this made people's days occupied and didn't have to think about anything. People had economic problems, water and fossil fuels were every time more difficult to find, diseases so mortal that would make cancer and HIV look like a simple cold were spread all over the world… it was chaos.

One day the six-year-old me and my four-year old bother entered my parents room, looking for something to have fun with. I found a gun under my dad's pillow and I thought it was one of the water guns in TV. It was heavy so I thought it was charged (and it was fully charged) and pointed to my brother…

"Look, I found one of the guns we see in TV! We can play with it"

"Okay!"

"Stand up by the wall and don't move, I will point to your heart"

"But I want to go first"

"I found it so I go first"

"But then it's my turn"

"Yeah"

I wish he was the one to shoot first…

BANG!

"Aaaghhhh! Sister, it hurtttsss too much! Aaaggh! Why is the water red? Why does it hurt so much?"

I stood there, watching in horror as my brother screamed from the pain until I reacted. I rushed to my brother's side and tried to stop the bleeding from his chest.

"No! This was a water gun! It can't be true, this is not happening!"

"Sister, don't turn the lights off, you know I'm scared of the dark"

Tears started to fall from my eyes without me even noticing; it was one of the most difficult things I had to go through. I wanted my brother to stay with me, we needed help but we were alone, our parents were working and I didn't know what to do to stop it.

"It's not dark, the lights are on and I am here with you" I said with a reassuring tone

"I can't see your face, where are you?"

"I'm right here; I won't leave your side" I said. I put his hands in my face so he would know I was going to be with him until the end.

"Sister…"

"Mmmm?"

"I still l-love you, it's not *pant* your fault, d-don't… *pant* cry…sis-"

I didn't know I was crying but that didn't matter to me in that moment. He moved his hands from my face and dropped them by his sides.

That moment he stopped talking, he stopped moving… he stopped breathing. I didn't know how much time passed after that. I held my little brother in my arms, crying my eyes out; believing, in that moment that that would bring him back. 'This was just a nightmare, I will wake up' I thought 'and he will be alive by my side, just as always'.