「Can't Be Found」-|A Naruto! Various X Reader|-

Whelp, This is the End... - Chapter One

(Y/N)- Your Name
(H/C)- Hair Color
(H/L)- Hair Length
(S/C)- Skin Color
(G)- Gender
(C/A)- Caldon (Male Ex) or Ainsley (Fem Ex)
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"Hey, freak! C'mere!" I heard an all too familiar voice call.

"Ugh, what do you want, (C/A)?" I ask the tall, blond-haired (boy/girl). They grab a soda can from their pocket.

"Go put this in the trash! Go, now, Pup," They tell me.

"Sorry, I think that would be considered assault. I'd need to shove it down your throat," I counter, walking straight past them.

"Wha- BITCH, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" (C/A) yells.

"3"

"What?"

"2"

"(Y/N-"

"1"

A teacher storms into the hallway from around the corner.

"(C/A), this school does not tolerate that type of language! Come with me!"

I snicker and tell them, "Also, don't call me Pup, kay? Thanks."

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I sat on my bed after school and looked at the ceiling. Well, I looked at the stars, because I slept in a half-demolished house. My parents died in a plane crash when I was 10, so I kept myself alive from then on. I always avoided the question of my parents or my life, 'cause if child services found out, they'd send me to a foster care, or an orphanage.

The only person who knew where I lived was (C/A) because they were my ex. I thought I could trust them, but they turned on me the minute they saw I was broke. They were a gold digger, and I knew that now.

Suddenly, I heard a crash from the living room. I rushed out to see a fire and a now empty and broken glass container that seemed to have been filled with gasoline. I raced back into my room and went to the window to see (C/A) running from my house along with two people who looked exactly like my best friends, my only friends.

Why?

Why would they so desperately want me dead?

  I realized that I wasn't wanted. I never was. The only people who actually wanted me and cared for me were completely gone, utterly destroyed.

The flames kept growing stronger and brighter, but I was frozen to the spot. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't scream. Tears were the only thing that shone, falling from my eyes.

I did care.

I was going to die.

But nobody would care.

So I guess that makes me no one...

I closed my eyes and let myself be consumed by the flames.

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Thanks for reading the first chapter! I know that this seems rushed into depression, but I need to go into the actual story. Any of you are suffering from suicidal thoughts, message me. I'll talk to you and hopefully, keep up your spirits. You aren't alone, and people do care about you. Including me.    ~Wren