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The Naruto Verse

Towering trees bent-over at odd-angles surrounded you in this vast forest. The melancholy moon shining down in dismay, mocking your loneliness with it's pale rays. You could feel your emotions building up, hot tears filling your vacant eyes as you quickly close them shut, trying to prevent the oncoming outburst.

You wouldn't to cry, because today you didn't deserve the relief of tears.

Everyone you cared for was gone, now you're a shell of the person you used to be. They were killed while you obliviously frolicked around trying to fit in, while you tried to hide from the truth with a long practiced façade .

Everyone goes through pain. It's the most normal thing. It's more important to push past, right?

But what if that pain is something no-one can recover from?

This grief was more than overwhelming, it was haunting. It's what you hate most about being a human. To feel is to endure pain. For as long as you've lived that's all you've been doing, tolerating, pushing through and being resilient, to a point where you didn't realise you were falling through, sinking and fed up.

If there's a way to escape the maze of your mind you'd take it, but you're trapped in thick darkness, surrounded by cold fog.

Forced to wait more, to face more with a mask of bravado-

-The distant sound of howling could be heard, the rustling of creatures reaching your deaf ears-

Where were you? What was this place?

But...does it really matter? Do you really care? Is it worth panicking over?

The curiosity you used to explore doesn't flare like it used to; you're tired of trying, tired of life. It had ended up sucking you up anyway, you knew it would happen one day.

Your world had left you.

The tacky, second-hand world you tried so hard to forge.

Your mind instantly thought back to the home with your mother and father.

A hysterical laugh-cry escaped your dry throat.

Why were you thinking of them now?

Lifting your hand up to your necklace, you grasp it tightly to check if it was still there.

Surely, the cold, claw-shaped metal stood unharmed. Every corner was shining, shimmering in the moonlight to remind you that it could never come off. Your own permanent curse, lying in wait around your neck for the moment it could be used.

This would always be your burden, another challenge to struggle through.

Traitor tears leave your eyes as you bite on your bottom lip, chewing out your frustration.

It was a power, your grandfather told you. An ancient Japanese legend.

It was a gift, he said. From the heavens.

You were chosen....

But that was a lie to make you feel better about your sealed fate, a mere mirage you preferred to believe in.

The truth is it's trapped you, like a hanging noose around your neck.

No-one knew the power a meagre necklace could hold, no-one would ever believe the truth. Your own parents believed it was merely a piece of jewellery and the lies, you won't believe the lies you told them.

Pain and regret filled you as you thought of their lifeless bodies on the floor. Their hollowed out eyes. Their mouths ajar as if telling you to run.