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Sasuke Uchiha – gifted, popular, intelligent , and a loner.

The one who has it all is actually the one who has… nothing at all.

He forgot how to smile, how to cry, how to laugh, and most importantly of all how to live

. Since the day of the Uchiha Massacre, Sasuke became a stone, knowing no light in the darkness. He lay there in the

ominous shadows in the corner of an old abandoned building, veering away from any light that would touch his skin.

The darkness seemed to comfort him yet consume him.

The corner felt safe. None could attack from behind, his right or left, and it supported him. He was completely

determined to avenge his family, and kill, kill that sad creature of a brother. This was how he sat in the days after the

death of his family, scared, frightened and in shock, unable to comprehend the horrors of it. . The pitiful life he lived

today was all thanks to Itachi. That night rivers of blood flowed mercilessly in his house. The house stank of blood

for days, but he refused to clean it. These were the last places where his family breathed. The last words that they

spoke, the last place that they touched, and he wouldn't wipe away these memories however sad, and gloomy they

were.

He knew he had thrown himself into an abyss of self pity and depression, but he would not leave. This was his

protection from the world that he feared to face. The world was a terrifying place, full of fake faces, rivals, and the

unknown future. This was where his fears couldn't reach him, nor would any light.

He had no one to call friends, no family to console him. Anyone who tried to become his friend was hurt. He pushed

them away from his world afraid to get attached to them. He feared they may die, and he never wanted to experience

the sense of loss again. He had shut down his sense, and now his was completely numb, only a shell of what the

former Sasuke had been. His followers were merely a group of shallow, idiot girls liking him only for his name, his

skills, and his aloofness. They didn't like him for who he truly was. They didn't know who he was. They thought he

was "talented" but he wasn't. He just practiced consistently. Sometimes the gifted were the cursed. Everywhere he

went these people followed. Stupid Sakura was in his team fussing over him as if she was his mother trying to

understand him. She seemed to have forgotten, that he had no mother, nor would he ever need one ever again. No

one seemed to understand him, and they never would, and now his soul and light was withering away into

nothingness.

No one would ever know the true Sasuke, and how his cold face blocked anything he felt, and anything he saw. His life was committed to killing his brother. He wanted to

cry, his throat was closing in on him and so was the world, but he wouldn't. The shadows were stretching menacingly. Sasuke was not going to cry but he knew inside that

someday his emotions that he'd bottled for the past 4 years would have to be released. Someday… Finally a singled opalescent tear ran down his face, as it fell suspended in

mid-air Sasuke saw himself reflected in it as a petrified child trapped in a corner. When it dropped onto the ground he felt that his hopes, dreams and soul was broken, never

to be mended. This was Sasuke Uchiha.

Author's note: is it sad enough or not? I didn't think so… r&r