"It's that old cliché, you know? When you die, your life flashes before your eyes. I guess people started saying that so they'd have something to look forward to when they died, when that last breath rattled in their chest. Or so that bad people, criminals, killers, would suffer that one last time before their string was cut.

I guess it doesn't really matter, does it? Some people would see loved ones, some might see an old pet. Some might see the gun being shoved in their face ten seconds ago.

I wonder what I'd see? I've never killed anybody, never been loved, never had a pet. My life has been very simple. I was born, I lived, and I will soon die.

Someone once described me as innocent. It took all I had not to laugh in their face. I mean, me? Innocent? Nah. I used to believe it, though. That there was good inside everyone. That they just didn't know how to show it.

For me, it was natural, ike breathing, or blinking. You can try to stop, but eventually, you have to start again, or you'll just…die. Okay, so you probably won't die from not blinking, but it'll start to hurt after a while. They didn't understand what I was thinking when I just smiled at them, shaking my head. They didn't know, and I feel somewhat jealous of that.

Nobody will miss me when I'm gone. I have no parents, no friends…nothing. Not even a pet goldfish. I'm supposed to be happy, but I don't think I can manage that today…. I can't find the energy to smile. That's why I'm writing this now, because I won't have time to say it later. I know that my time is running out, and I accept it. After all, it is my own fault. I would just like to say, right now…. That I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for not being the perfect person everyone thought I should be. I'm sorry for being so infernally happy, I'm sorry I didn't finish my mission, and…I'm sorry for being me. If I had just stayed, I'd be dead…. My hands, wouldn't be stained with blood, my eyes wouldn't be haunted by the ghosts of millions…and all of your lives would be better. This is short, sweet, and too the point I hope, because I can't edit it. This is the last time I bother you, any of you.

To Kakashi- I cannot apologize enough for not being a model student.

To Iruka- Forgive me, someday, for failing as a son.

To Sakura- I apologize with all of my heart for not understanding your pain before.

To Gaara- I'm sorry for loving you.

To Sasuke- I have nothing to apologize to you for."

Naruto shakily sent the message, and turned away form his computer. His kunai knife rested in his hands as he sat on his cushiony bed. The rain splattered on his window, creating a soft beat, which he bobbed his head to, thinking of the relief everyone would feel when he was gone.

"I'm sorry for being a coward." He whispered, bringing the kunai to his wrist. He sliced the flesh cleanly, marveling at the coppery smell the blood gave off as he did the other wrist.

A the world faded to nothingness, he heard someone banging on his front door,fifteen yearstoo late.