Demon

Monster

Murderer

These are the main things I've been called by the villagers. For all my life I've been called those name and I've never understood why, until a few years back. On the night of my trice-failed ninja exam, Mizuki-sensei told me that I had the Kyuubi sealed inside me and that I was the demon. And at that moment, it all started to make sense: the looks, the hurtfull words, and their exteme hatred for me. All the villagers and a good portion of the shinobi force saw me as the demon that attacked our village all those years ago. Honestly, I started to fully believe his and the villagers words until Iruka-sensei proclaimed that I was not a demon but Uzumaki Naruto. After words, Iruka allowed me to become a genin and told me if I needed to talk, he would be there for me. I really wish I had taken up his offer because now, a few years later, I need help and I don't know how to even ask. My descent into my personal darkness had been kept back a few people, and two of them are dead: Hokage-jiji and Jiraiya. Now, I'm drowning and I don't know how to stay afloat.

(A/N: I'm terribly sorry for neglecting this story, but I had some issues come up. I also became dissatisfied with what I originally put and decided to rewrite it. So, I hope you enjoy the rewrite.)