Naruto’s face was blank as he opened his apartment door. He portrayed no emotion whatsoever, and it was effortless.
His world had come crashing down in a matter of days, finally pushing him to his breaking point. With the death of Jiraya he just couldn’t take it anymore.
He had walked into his bathroom mindlessly. His heart raced as he stood in front of the medicine cabinet.
He looked like a wreck, heavy bags under his eyes, and an emotionless expression on his face.
He opened the cabinet and grabbed the first full bottle of pills he could find. He looked down at the bottle and remembered all the anti-suicide posters around Konoha, he never really thought much about them until now.
And they didn’t mean a goddamn thing to him anyway. The gravity of what his situation was hadn’t fully hit him yet.
He remembered being confused when Tsunade and the Toads told him Jiraya had died. He almost thought they were joking, but they weren’t.
He would leave this world before it hit him. He was an orphan his whole life, and an outcast to Konoha, no one would really care if he disappeared now.
Tears finally ran down his face as he stared at his pitiful reflection. Jiraya was like a father to him, the only one who truly cared about him, but it didn’t matter anymore.
He looked down at the bottle finally, it was opioid painkillers. He remembered someone once telling him that opioid painkillers were extremely lethal in high doses.
Perfect. He thought to himself, he unscrewed the lid. A few pills fell out but it was only a few.
He let out a choked sob as he pored most of the bottle into his right hand. He sniffled as he brought his hand up to his mouth, pushing at his lips to open.
He trembled lightly as he opened his mouth slowly. As soon as it was fully open he shoved pills into his mouth.
A choked cry came from his mouth as he forced himself to dry swallow the pills. He started to cry more violently, questioning where he went wrong.
He grabbed the bottle and pored the rest of the bottle into his mouth. Dry swallowing the remaining pills effortlessly.
He started painting heavily, his breathing felt as if it was slowing. The realization of what he just did hit him as he threw the pill bottle.
He didn’t deserve death. He didn’t deserve to be free, he was a monster.
Black spots appeared in his vision, his breathing slowed. His head started to blank out.
Naruto forgot why he was even in the bathroom in the first place. He let out a small sob as he fell onto the bathroom floor.
He felt his conscious slipping away from him. ‘I won’t have to suffer anymore’ he thought to himself as he finally blacked out.
His head hit the floor as his body went limp and cold. His suffering was finally over.
No more surprises