The spiky-haired Uchiha lay upon his bed, arms crossed behind his head, with the exhaling of a great sigh. His

windows were open, the clouds outside were dark and it looked like it was going to rain soon .The smell of damp

concrete filled his nose as the cool breeze entered his room. 'Ugh, no wonder I'm such a loser, I can't do nothin'

right' he moved about his bed in a restless deliberation. 'Even Kakashi said so, not like I'm believin' him or anything…

but there is all the proof.' His lip slightly quivered as he began to get lost into his notions. 'I do get treated like an

eyesore, well at least most of the time. And Rin... oh Rin' while releasing another sigh, except the thought of Rin

made it more depressive, his eyes began to get slightly translucent and glassy. 'It was on a day like this to, a

rainy day' the black clouds were rolling in, the light drizzle had begun upon The Hidden Leaf, and the sound of

bellowing thunder in the distance could be heard. Obito stood up. He took of his goggles and head protector. He

then stretched, extending his tensed muscles and flinging off his shoes in the corner of his bedroom. He picked up

the portrait of his team, with tape covering Kakashi's face. Staring at it for a few moments, slammed it on the

dresser, then throwing himself back on his bed. He lay there again gazing at his ceiling; all was heard was the

ticking of his clock which sounds outside became oblivious to him. The tick-tock of the clock was muted out, sounded

so distant but still echoed through his complex mind. This familiar silence reminded him of how truly alone he is. The

Uchiha clan kicked him out for being such a disgrace, with their high expectations and all. He can't ever attain a

mission without help and prove Sensei wrong, he can't beat anyone in a fight, and he knows he'll never be happy.

And now Rin doesn't feel the same towards him. She does have a very strong solicitude for him, but it's not

the same as his fondness and warmth he has for her. He stay repeating her name under his whispers. "Rin...Rin…

Rin…" he continued until finally his voice splintered and he broke. The thought crushed him and he felt the

ponderous callous weights pull down his chest. Suppressing his tears and grinding his teeth, sharp pains brimmed

within his throat and nose. No longer able to withhold it he covered his eyes and started to cry. He turned over, his

knees as close as he could hold them to his chest "Why….Why why whyyy….." he whispered choking on his breath

and hyperventilating. He could feel the warm tears roll down his cheeks. He began to whimper like a lost puppy. His

thoughts and memories began to decimate his heart, as if it were being torn apart. "It's not like I ever asked to be

born... so why" sniffling and boogers coming from his nose, his throat swelled forcing his words out. "Why am I even

here?"