A/N: Hello all. Sorry I haven't been posting, but I've been buzy. Not like anyone reads my stories anyway, but who gives a damn. Anywho, this story was based on real life, as in my life. This note is real. The ending is real, only slightly changed to fit the character. If you don't like it, I have this one thing to say: Go practice safe sex, go fuck yourself. Thank you, and have a nice day.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Never have, never will.
Warnings: Attempted suicide. Not for the fan girls/boys who hate it when Naruto is emo.
Summary: Naruto speaks his apologies for the in a note.
My name is Naruto. If you are reading this, then I am dead. If I am not, I will be soon enough.
I write this to the few people who actually pretend to care: Iruka-sensei, Kakashi-sensei, Sakura-chan, Sasuke-teme, and baa-chan. To the rest of you, go celebrate! The cause of your self-owned misery is gone.
You guys may ask why I did this, but you've known the answer all along: I'm a demon. A filthy demon who causes nothing but pain and suffering. And besides, a cowardly death is fitting for one so disgusting, don't you think?
I'm sorry, Iruka-sensei. I know that I hurt you the most by killing your parents, and for also leaving you. I truly do love you, even if you don't care that much for me.
I'm sorry, Kakashi-sensei. I know that I have been a pain in your ass for a long time, but I did it only for you to notice me. A selfish reason, I know, but I needed to know if you could stand something as horrid as me and still be willing to help me when I needed it.
I'm sorry, Sakura-chan. Especially for all those times I annoyed the hell out of you. But, just like with Kakashi-sensei, I needed to know. I really do love you, Sakura-chan. And I want you to continue being strong. Please don't cry for the likes of me; I'm not worth your tears.
I'm sorry, Sasuke-teme. I never got to properly kick your ass for all those times you kicked mine. I know we weren't the nicest of friends to each other, but I still cherish every argument, fight, insult, and so on, that we had. You better protect Sakura-chan, you bastard, or else.
I'm sorry, baa-chan. But you knew this would happen someday, you just knew it. I can't say that I don't love you,—if I do, then it would be a lie--but I am happy I removed my existence from you. It will cause you less suffering than before. The real thing I'm sorry for is adding on to the list of people you lost. But I'm not that much worth, so I know you'll be over me soon enough, you old hag.
To the people who care about me: I'm sorry for making the hard lives you all have even harder.
The whole class was silent. Even the birds that were always chirping outside seemed to have quiet down. All had their eyes fixed on one particular blonde boy at the front of the room.
"That was…that was interesting…to say in the least, Naruto-kun. Please…take your seat…" Iruka spoke rather shaky to the now quiet blonde.
The said blonde quickly trudged to his seat in the back of the classroom, feeling all eyes bore into his back. Naruto closed his eyes and imagined his bloodied knife again, and how his little assigned suicide note almost become a reality.