Blood, a beautiful crimson color, slowly running through my fingers, as I lay on the cold, hard ground. Blood the only color I see on a day like this, the day of October 10th. The dreadful day I was born, the only day I must see this lovely color. The question is why? Why must the village hunt me down, torture me, and make me bleed? What is just so good about the day of October 10th that gets them wanting to beat me with an inch of my life, almost killing me on more than one occasion. When I do try ask, the Third Hokage says that he can and that is will put my life in danger, but with the way things are going, I already am.

So here I am ever so slowly bleeding out beautiful crimson from all the wounds the villagers inflicted on me. Some are tolerable like a few cuts here and there, but most of them are puncture wounds when the local ninja decided to bring out the kunai they love so much. It really is a wonder how I am still alive. Maybe someone will find me , maybe they won't. The plus side to this, if nobody does find my mutilate body, I can finally be out of this painful hell of a life I have, and the sad part, I've only lived on this earth for 12 painful years.

I can feel myself being sucked in the abys of darkness, that will end my suffering, and I gladly welcome it. I'm tired all this pain, all this torment, all this suffering I have been put through. I just want it to end, is that just too much to ask for.

Darkness my old friend it seems like we will be seeing each other very soon, and maybe I can stay in that darkness. It's not that anyone would care if I lived or died. They did it after all. Such a shame really, I was hoping to make at least one friend before I died. Oh well it seems. Luck has never been on my side anyway, never has and with the way things are going it never will. The only person who would miss me is the old man but he's always too busy so he might forget about me anyway.

Blood, a beautiful crimson color, I stare as it drips from my fingers thinking that if I make it through this shit I will send this village to hell, and paint the streets of the village this exact color. They deserve the same torment they put me through and im going to give it to them and make them bleed. I clench my fist and vow that I will get stronger, even stronger than the hokage, and when that day happens, the Hidden Leaf will be painted in the beautiful color of crimson and will fear the name Naruto Uzumaki.