Prologe

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They always said it would make me feel better. They said it would wash away the pain. That it will just flow out like the life that will run down your arm. They were right.

These were my thoughts right before it grabbed my 'friend' off my table and proceeded to plunge the sharp cool metal into my delicate wrist. Doing it again and again until I had about 15 cuts on my wrist.

I watched in fascination as my hot blood flowed over my wrist and onto my carpet, successfully staining it. I continued watching in a trance until I started to grow dizzy from blood loss. Grabbing a towel, I pressed it tightly against my arm. Relishing the pain I felt as I cleaned off my arm.

This is my daily routine. Cut, watch, clean, and bandage. But today had an extra feel to it. A special touch if you will. For today is October tenth. The day the Yondaime died and countless other shinobi. The day many children became homeless. The day when the Kyuubi no Kitsune destroyed half of Konaha and got sealed into me. 

Today... was my birthday.

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