Betrayal
They say I betrayed them. Kakashi-sensei, Naruto, Sakura, the other genin, the whole villages believes that. But they're wrong. I didn't betray them. I could never betray them, because the dead don't betray. And I am dead, I have been since I came home to the bodies of everyone I loved, and saw the one I loved the most with their blood on his hands.
"You're not even worth killing"
That's what he said to me. What he doesn't realize is that even though he left me physically alive, I died that day. My body stayed alive for one purpose and one purpose only: to avenge my family.
They come to me in my dreams, the ghosts, and whisper to me, how they died, how they suffered, how they are owed vengeance. How, once I finally kill Itachi, I can join them. I can rest.
And I'm so tired. So tired of being focused on Itachi, so tired of being weak, so tired of life. I begged him not to kill me that day. I ran and I begged not knowing that I was already dead anyway, leaving behind only a shell. I know I'm not strong to kill Itachi and live. The truth is, I'll never be that strong. But it doesn't matter.
Because I'm already dead.
So when I at last kill him, when I feel the life leave his body as it left mine so many years ago, I'll finally be able to lie down and sleep. I haven't truly slept since that day, since the dead don't sleep, they just have waking nightmares. And really, that's all I want now. To sleep.
Because I'm so tired.