Sasuke Uchiha, A+ student, girls loved him, guys wanted to be him, teachers had the highest respect for him, you'd think he'd be the one telling others how great life is…

"God damn it Sasuke! I'm so fucking sick of your attitude! Just go to your fucking room and studying or something you fucking nerd!"

"Do as your mother says you little shit or I'll have to beat you again!"

"Yes mother, yes father", Sasuke muttered as he walked away to his solitude.

"Mother fucking idiot, I wish we had a miscarriage or something with that one."
"You're telling me, I had to breast feed that little faggot!"

As he walks into his room he wonders why his parents treat him this way. Why they have always detested him. Would it be because of his superior intellect? Or maybe they just hate him as a person. The answer, he would never find out.

"Hey ototo, they really went off at you this time. What did you do? Kill a hooker? Spend all their money?"

"No aniki…"

"Yeah, if you did something like that maybe they'd love you more. So, another A report card?"

"Yeah…"

"Don't fret little bro'. I'll work it all out, you go had a shower to cool down."

"Okay aniki. Thanks."

"No problem."

Walking into the bathroom the arguing starts up again. Things like "why should he get to shower, I ain't wastin' my money on him anymore." And "He always has to be perfection and I'm just tired of it and so is your father!" As the water starts running he begins to cry. Un-dressing he gets it to the coldest temperature it can manage. Completely naked he steps into the cubicle. The shouting never stops and he just can't take it. His whole life it's been shouting, hitting, basic torture and he can't stand it anymore, he has to get out.

Picking up the razor he remembers the times his father had used it and cut himself, then yelled at it taken the blade out, scraped it across Sasuke's hand and told him it was his fault. He wondered, what would happen if I scraped this across my wrist it would puncture the nerves and kill me, but if I scraped it across my neck, then it would scrape my windpipe and sever my jugular. Wishing for the way that would make him suffer most and put him through the most pain while also being slow and agonising, he opts for the wrist.

Taking out the blade, making sure not to cut his fingers, he holds it between his thumb and fore finger and slowly but surely scrapes down his wrist, opening up the skin and nerves that lie on the surface. As endorphins run through his body he falls to his knees and quickly writes in blood.

center "I'm sorry I wasn't what you wanted.

b Try again?" /b /center

Collapsing onto the cubicle floor in a heap of blood, body and water he forms a quick smile onto his face. For so long, he's had to deal with it, and now it was finally over.

center Twenty minutes later… /center

"Oi, shit face, are you done in here yet or am I going to have to make you work for the money--…Oh, dear, CHRIST!!"

"What now Fugaku? Did the little fuck shit himse--….Uh, my, my baby, my baby boy!! No!!!"

"Ugh, Ototo, how could you? See what happened!? I told you he would! He wasn't that strong!"

"Just shut up! God Itachi, let us fucking grieve!"

"If you want to call it that…"

At his funeral everybody in the town shows up, except for his parents. People say they were too emotional to show their faces but in reality, something much more horrific had taken place. The Avenger had been avenged.