Depressed Naruto Novels & Stories

Jeje said. “Suicidal?” Kartika is wondering. “A tendency to suicide. Like self-harming letting him getting beaten up like that. This happens because of a depression that he can’t feel happy anymore. He might look like a cheerful guy, but deep inside his heart, he has a sorrowful sadness buried there.” Jeje explained. ”And as you can see, he becomes like this as he is venting all of his anxiety and wrath he buried all this time. What will happen when a bully victim has a chance to bully the one who bullies him?”

And then, crash. Ardina fainted. Lying unconscious due to the toxic mist that was too thick. Meanwhile, Nara was still lulled by the illusion created by the illusion tree. Giving Nara the life she wanted, just what Nara had dreamed of since she was a teenager.

I threw larger balls of electricity like chidori( Naruto fans can relate) toward them. "Now is our turn" the assumed leader said as they cocked their guns. They started shooting tranquilizers at me. Shit I am gullible I realized there wasn't object to hide behind. A tranquilizer hit me as I turned my back to run towards the van. I stopped hi and struggled to take simple but heavy steps forward. My eyes felt heavy and i felt my whole nervous system brewing down as I fell on my knees. I struggled to raise stand up. But the more I struggled the weaker I got. Suddenly the van exploded and I got hit by the wave which sent me flying to the opposite direction then black........

"And we all know that Ryuho never loses a fight. He'd rather break an arm or leg but he won't ever lose" Yasu nodded. "Exactly. That's stage two. Anger. Most people go through these stages in a year or two but like I said, it varies because people are different. For Ryuho, he experienced it the following year right?" Tobio nodded. "And for a long time too. I thought it would never end" "When did it stop?" Yasu asked. "I can't say for sure" he answered. "All I know is that Ryuho blamed himself for Aito's death. In fact, he still does and he's still in a state of depression. This Ryuho isn't the Ryuho I know"

The crowd was completely dazzled while seeing the sight. Harvey looked at Ryuichi’s attempts at rescuing Naoto full of interest. When the final needle was used, Ryuichi sighed. Right when Naoto seemed to have calmed down, Harvey smiled. “Your medical skills are pretty impressive.” “It’s a shame that nothing will work on him anymore.” “He’s already crippled.” Naoto’s face turned dark in an instant before he kept twitching again. The needles in his body wriggled inside his body, hurting him even more.

She needs to live through herself again—but right now, she’s drowning. I crouched lower, steadying my tone so it wouldn’t sound like another wave of panic crashing over her. “Listen to me, Jewel. What you’re feeling… it’s not just you being weak. This is depression. I’ve seen it, studied it, treated it. And I know where you are.”

Of course, Wilbur knew that his spirit had been intruded. Nevertheless, he did not respond with a counter-attack. Instead, he let this intrusive spirit energy spread throughout his consciousness. Countless devastating memories of his past filled his mind, worsening his mood by the second as his expression turned to one of deep sadness. The intrusive spirit energy continued to spread in his sea of consciousness, magnifying his grief. From the few people from his past whom he felt like he had let down, to regret over past mistakes he had made, Wilbur's depressive thoughts grew until he felt like he was a burden to the world and better off dead.

Author’s POV: Anya’s nose was bleeding non-stop and her white hospital gown was dyed red. She had already held on to her for too long. The tense nerves in her brain had already reached their limit. Then, they finally broke. She suffered from served depression, unable to regulate her emotions without the aid of medication. “Anya, Anya!” Kester shouted anxiously and tried to stand up from the wheelchair. Miranda was filled with terror as she swiftly moved forward to assist Anya. “Anya!” she exclaimed with concern.

"Nathaniel's face went a little pale, and his lips were ashen as well. He looked haggard and sad." "Mango suddenly lost her voice. She wanted to tell him that he shouldn't enter the temple, but it was stuck in her chest." It's okay. Would you like to take three deep breaths with me? I heard that taking three deep breaths when you are depressed will help. Mango looked at him and said in a low voice. Her voice was laden with worries. "Nathaniel was about to say that it wasn't necessary, but when he saw her worried expression, he couldn't help but nod in reply."

Nina, with red eyes, nodded tearfully, saying to James, "James, don't worry. I won't do such foolish things again. I didn't want to, but I couldn't control myself. I just felt like... life was meaningless." James felt a sudden pang in his heart. He had seen Nina like this before. He had witnessed Nina's illness over the past ten years abroad numerous times. Nina’s depression was resurfacing. James felt fear, genuine fear. During these ten years of treatment abroad, Nina had suffered a lot. She had taken countless bitter medicines and endured numerous injections, always accompanied by two nurses. Her room was sealed tight, with no access to any sharp objects, and the windows were secured... A