Obito sat, staring hard at the blank piece of paper in front of him. Contemplating what to write this time. He had been staring at the paper for over an hour. Finally, it came to him. Picking up his pencil, he began to write.

'Four years ago,
My pitiful life took a turn.
Unexpected, unprecedented, and unbelievable.
It wasn't supposed to go as it did.
I am not supposed to be alive any longer,
However, the gods decided to torment me further.
I live, if you can call this such.
Tomorrow, they release me,
to University where I will still have one mandatory session a week...
I agreed, if only because I need to get out.
Four years ago,
There was a boy who saved me.
He sent me letters for the first few months...,
I kept all of them but never replied...
I was so bitter for what he had done to me.
I still am.
But the words I wrote in my note to him,
They hold true still.
Maybe,
He's still out there, waiting for me.
But could he love me?
This scarred, broken shell?
Does he even remember me?
Do I want him to?'

With a grunt he closed the notebook. An orderly had knocked on the door.

"Meds time." the cheerful man said, handing Obito a small paper cup and a bigger plastic one filled with water. He accepted both, downing them, and handing them back. He opened his mouth, lifted his tongue, and all to prove he had truly swallowed his pills.

The orderly thanked him and left. Obito sat back down. Everything he needed was packed. He would be moving out tomorrow and into his new dorm room, with a roommate. No one, except select staff of the University knew of his history. Of course, there was the matter of his scars. The one on his neck being the most blatant. The skin was much paler, raised slightly, and a jagged line across his throat. His arm had multiple horizontal scars as well. He was not permitted to hide his scars here, everyone had different scars, whether they were visible or not.

He wasn't known for his talking since that day he had woken to Kakashi. It was as if he had gone mute. However..., his writing always did his speaking for him. The shrinks would ask him a question and he would offer a cold, hard stare. Even when he was younger. He just guestered to his notebook, at first, they wouldn't give it to him. But as he said nothing, eventually they were forced to give in. He made progress, his writing expressing his feelings. They hoped his being mute would eventually cease, but it had not in the years he had been there.

He put on a very good show for them. Let them think he was better. He wasn't though. If someone took the time to look deep into his goggled eyes, they would see the death that haunted them. The darkness. The pain. The emptiness. He could play the game well, anyone could. He still wanted death, even after being denied so many times. It was all he had ever wanted. He knew this University buisiness would prove challenging, but all he was looking for was that one chance, to take that step that had been denied him.

But did he really? What about Kakashi? If they met again, would he even want to speak to him?
And if Kakashi didn't care, if he wanted Obito still - as anything, would he be able to stay for him? Would he truly even want to?

Questions Obito couldn't answer. He wanted Kakashi..., he wanted to know him at least. And maybe, just maybe knowing him..., he would be able to stay. If he stayed on his meds..., went to classes, his therapy, and did everything as he was supposed to..., maybe.
Although..., life had never appealed to him. Any aspect of it. It was all so boring... The same things every day, no variation, no heart-pounding adventures.

He laid in his bed, arms folded behind his head, gazing up at the ceiling. He was going to be out of this place, as he had dreamed for so long. He was going to leave. He would be on his own, mostly. Free to do as he pleased.

He rolled over, barely reaching and grabbing the notebook from the desk. He opened to a new page and began writing again.

'A life unwanted.
A future uncertain.
Hanging by a thread,
Weighed down by darkness,
Unable to see clearly.
Walking blindly into the unknown,
Flight or fail,
It cannot be stopped now.
Only time will tell what will become of me now.'

He mulled over his words, it all made sense, fit perfectly together. That didn't mean he liked it.

As his mind so often did, it drifted back, back to when he was fourteen, back to when he knew Kakashi Hatake.
Sitting in that bed in that room, with no one but Kakashi as company. Kakashi tried to talk to him, but Obito only stared at the bed. Kakashi visited him every day he stayed at the hospital, even though Obito never said a word. He would tell Obito of school, the weather, anything and everything. Still, Obito said nothing. And then the day came that was to be sent to the institution. Still, Obito had been silent. They had to pry his notebook from his hands. And even as he sat there, that first day, his lifeless eyes not shaking the head shrink. He said not a word, leaving the shrink to stare at him, though they asked questions, none of which he was keen to answer.
Then, letters from Kakashi arrived, He was permitted to read them and reply, if he spoke during his sessions. He did not speak. They gave him his notebook. And he wrote. So they released the letters, but he never responded to them. He never hated Kakashi. He resented him for what he had done. But still..., deep down, he knew, in his heart, he knew he loved Kakashi and that was why he had saved him. But even knowing that, it did not make the darkness ease. He still felt trapped, he still wanted death. Nothing..., nothing had changed.