• Unstable Love
    Chapter 1: Patient No. 13

    Within the semi-dark room he was a beast both known and forgotten, a life-form with scattered thoughts like petals on the wind. He had no memories, having slowly forgotten everything long ago...the cause being that no one was allowed to speak to him. His food and water were given to him through a little flap in the door that was always locked when not in use.

    The whole room was padded with no window and barely any light. But despite the darkness he could still see the imaginary blood that stained the white walls. He did nothing to stop the hallucinations, in fact he found it impossible to since he was in a strait jacket; which he utterly hated.

    "Amin delotha lle," he hissed in a low gravelly voice, hoarse from little use.

    Yet those ancient words flowed off his tongue and dripped with the honey of hatred. He truly meant those words.

    There was a soft chuckling in his head, one that was the epitome of evil. One that would make the hardiest veteran cower in fear. It was a voice that no one should have to deal with.

    Suddenly flames sprang up in his vision and a burning sensation swept through his body. His heart knew it wasn't real, but his head thought differently and before he could stop himself he began to scream in horror. Rusty vocal chords strained to make him be heard as he struggled to his feet to slam himself against every wall. Screaming the same words over and over again.

    "KELA! KELA! KELA! KELA!"

    Finally he slammed himself against the door, rattling it on its hinges. He continued the action till he hear heard hurried footsteps and a soft click. No, he didn't like resorting to this, but it was the only way to stop the faux pain his body felt.

    Three people rushed in yelling stuff he couldn't understand until one of the men pinned him to the soft floor. They planned to sedate him....yes that was exactly what he wanted. He could feel the tears in his eyes as the lady in white strode over to him with that skinny contraption, whispering soft, gentle words as if trying to soothe him.

    Then he felt a small sting on his rear and everything slowly calmed down.

    "Diola lle. Diola lle," he whispered before he let the sedative take control and everything went black.

    He was just a crazed beast, known and forgotten. He was patient at Guardian's Mental Hospital.

    He was patient number 13. Naruto Uzumaki.

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    Here are the translations for what is said:

    Amin delotha lle- I hate you

    Kela- Go away

    Diola lle- Thank you