Title: Breaking
Author: ensis013
Word Count: 377 words
A/N: This is just a little drabble that I wrote a long time ago. I was looking through my hard drive and found this, so I decided to put it up. Just something I wrote when I was feeling depressed after reading all the angsty Naruto stories.
Warning: Suicide, OCC
Disclamer: All rights for Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. I do not own him (sadly).

"Like ya haven't done it before," he replied with a sardonic laugh and dragged his fingers through his hair. Letting out an exhausted sigh, he slid down the wall and rested his chin on his knees.

"Ya know, I'm just so damn tired of this. I can't take it any more." A sad smile flitted across his face.

"Let's break up."

He rushed into his house, not caring that the door slammed into the wall, chipping it. He ransacked his place, searching for the only thing that could give his release from all the pain. His fingers danced across rough wood and he hurriedly pulled the box out from under the bed. With shaking fingers, he pried the lid open and took out the bloodstained blade that lay in the box. Positioning the knife over the underside of his wrist, he carved lines of red into his skin over and over again, cutting deeper each time when he saw the skin heal immediately. He screamed, a heart-breaking wail.

"Why? Why won't you let me die?"

He grabbed the nearest sharp object he could find - the kitchen knife - and plunged the knife repeatedly into his stomach. Silent tears left tracks down his face, unnoticed through the haze of pain. He couldn't it take any more. It was all too much and he was shattering inside, bit by bit as he saw him with her. The person who he loved above all else. Who he would give his life for in a heartbeat. He pulled the knife out violently, watching the blood splatter on the wall, bright red flowers staining pure white.

"Sayonara, Sasuke. Gomen ne." (1)

He positioned the knife over his heart, stabbing in, twisting it and yanking it out, numb to the pain through blood loss. He couldnt feel the floor beneath his feet, the knife between his hands and soon he lost all feeling. The knife slid from slippery fingers, landing on the floor with a loud clank that echoed through the empty house.

As he lay in a growing pool of his own blood, darkness crept across his vision and he gave a heart-wrenching smile,

'Finally, finally I am free...'

With that thought, his eyes fluttered close and he knew no more.

(1) Sayonara is Good Bye.
Gomen ne is I'm sorry.