Sleep was never easy for me,even as an infant my time away from the world would always be disturbed. See,because of this lack of sleep,i’m a really cranky guy. All ways snapping at people, never going to any social events, staying in like a hermit, just a really boring person who people would never accept. Though i don’t like being myself. I actually hate myself, suicide has been running through my thoughts for a long time now and i have executed it, but try to imagine how that went. It wasn’t because of i would miss life or anything,oh no,it was because of someone stopping me.
Madara Uchiha. Madara is the bane of my existance. He is responsible for the lack of rest and the lack of my life. Every night i wake up and and sometimes surrounded by his thick, sharp hair, suffocating me as i stare into his glowing purple rinnegan. Though that’s sometimes,it depends on what moods he’s in. Sometimes he just likes to look over me at the bottom of my bed or in some rare and holy cases he never even shows up. They are the nights in which i’m merry. But going back to every other night, he talks to me until i eventually pass out and wake up half an hour later to get up for work. The subject of conversation though is just him bashing my ego, making me hate myself more and more every night.
He stares at me with his erotic ovals, crossed arms, concerned expression as he lectures on about my “worthless” existance.
“You go to work everyday expecting to get that promotion from dean,but do you really think someone of his possision would give someone of your pathetic worth the even tiny glimmer of proggesion? You are nothing, i don’t even see why i tell you this because you know full well yourself. That’s why your parents died, that’s why you never got that kiss at prom, that’s why your stuck in a dead end job, that’s why-”
Madara ceesed his insultes as i got myself up from bed.
“You’ve been coming to me every night since i was young, giving me all of this talk on how i’m worth nothing, but look at you! What are you? A figment of my imagination? WHAT CAN YOU ACHIEVE? YOU ARE THE ONE WHO’S NOTHING.”
Madaras eyes had suddenly become red with three black totems surrounding the crimson oval. With looking into his eyes, the pitch black room that surrounded me had become distorted, changing its form as it transformed into a fairly lit chamber. The room was small, only having bland sandy walls give it what colour this room could get. The uchiha crest was also present on every wall. I suddenly felt a almost siesmac force push onto my neck, Madara had swooped down from the ceiling as he begun to push his black glove onto my adams apple. I fell down with tremendous force, with all air escaping my body, making me into an airless body bag. Madara glared at me with his blood filled sharingan eyes, pushing into my throut pipe as his eyes pushed into my fear.
“Listen to me you scum, i’ve been there for you since you were a child, i have been your friend from the very begining. I am the one who kept you alive when your family had died, remember that? No of course you don’t. Youth are so oblivious to what people actually do for them.”
I gasp in air-
“Then why do you hate me? Why do you frequntley push me down? Why can’t i make friends or have love? WHY CAN’T I BE NORMAL? WHY CAN’T I-”
Madara gets right up into my face.
“Hatred is born to protect love.”
My expression turns into confusion as his statement echos into my ear drums, but before i could ask him about what he said, i woke up.
It’s been three months since that has happened and three months since i’ve seen Madara. In those three months a lot has changed:I finally got that promotion, i’ve started to make friends, women have started to take notice of me, i’ve started to go parties with my new friends, basically i’ve got the life which i’ve wanted since well forever. I refelct of what madara told me and i sort of understand, i mean he gave me all of that negative advice because he knew i would eventually question his actions. Madara is not a bad person, he is in fact my maker..i mean with what he said, i wouldn’t be here now. Sure i had a fucking terrible past life, but that’s in the past, just like in the lion king the past can hurt but you can either run from it or learn from it, another thing which i had the joy to experiancing in these three months. Perhaps i’m not the only one, maybe Madara is out their doing the same or has done the same to other people, coming from nothing to being something. Though what love was he trying to protect? I can question all i want, but there’s no need, because i’m happy and that’s what i want. I’m writing this not as a creppypasta but a message to people, i’m woundering if anyone else has encountered Madara, if so, what had he done to you?
Credit To – Callum Thomas
Credit Link – Youtube-MrWrenchty1 (only for messaging only,i have no video content worth watching XD)