By Evanescense

No POV

A blonde boy, aged 12, lay in his bed. He looked to be sleeping, but in truth, he was closing his eyes, not wanting to see the day to come. For the day was October 10th, the boy's birthday. Normally, a boy of his age would be happy for his birthday, but not this blonde. He knew what his birthdays held and wanted to stay asleep through the whole of it.

After and hour of trying to will the day away, the boy gave up and opened his eyes to the light of the morning sun. His eyes, electric blue to those who 'knew' him, were an almost clear blue as he stared into the unforgiving sun. The sunkissed hair known by every citizen of Konohagakure, was nearly white, as if bleached in his sleep.

He began to sit up, revealing a black muscle shirt barely covering his scar filled skin. He moved slowly, muscles still aching from his restless night and the beating of the night before. If you looked closely, you could see a redness around his eyes that showed evidence of the tears he'd recently shed. His cheeks held tear tracks, barely noticable due to the three whisker marks that popped out from his face.

As he moved off the bed, you could see grey shorts on his pale and thin legs. If he moved a certain way, you could also see bandages covering his right thigh. He finally stood up, placing his blanket back to where it was. Then he looked to his nightstand and stared at the two pictures there. One was of himself and three others. A pinkette with a grin, a raven with a scowl, and a tall man with gravity defying hair. The other picture held a man with blonde hair, longer than the blonde looking, and a red haired woman with a pregnant looking stomach. They both smiled at the camera, holding her stomach with joy.

The blonde looked away from the pictures and tears fell from his face. He then grabbed hold of the pictures and walked towards his bathroom brashly. Then boy then walked up to the mirror and looked at himself with sorrow and hate. Raising the pictures to his view, he places them on the back of the toilet seat and shut the door.

He then began to sing, looking at the raven in the picture with the children his age, his voice filled with sorrow and pleading.

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down, into my core
Where I've become so numb, without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there, and lead it, back, home.

He looked back up at himself in the mirror, anger in his eyes. He then set the picture back down and continued with emptiness in his voice.

Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become.

He then picked up the picture of adults and continued.

Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life.

Looking at himself again, sadness clouded his eyes and he set down the picture next to the other, practically begging now.

Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become.

He looked away from the pictures closing his eyes as tears coated his cheeks clearly once more.

Bring me to life
Bring me to life.

H

e then looked at them again, snatching the photos from their spot.

Frozen inside, without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you are my life
Among the dead.

He started spinning, bringing the pictures to his heart, closing his eyes.

I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Don't let me die here
Bring, me, to, life.

He stopped spinning, looked at the photos again, and hugged them, looking at himself in the mirror.

Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become.

He pulled the pictures away from himself.

Bring me to life.

He placed them back on their spot on the back of the seat.

Bring me to life.

He grabbed a black box from under the sink and opened it, looking at the glinting silver razors inside.

Bring me...

He close the box and opened the toilet seat.

...to life.

As he finished the song, he dropped the box in the toilet and flushed it down. He was done hurting himself. He wasn't the one at fault, and now, he knew it.

Hey guys! I have a huge plan for this story! Its an amazing idea i came up with after listening to some of the music i normally do. I honestly believe this is the best story i've ever published. So i really do urge you to vote on it and share it with your friends. And i appreciate comments a lot. So please do. I'll see you next time.

Caoi