Stories of a messed up life

Prologue:

Starting in the thick of it

The boy opened his eyes. He was surrounded by bright light, cold and sterile. His head hurt like hell, and he felt deadly sick. His limbs felt heavy and numb. Where had he been? He tried to turn his head around, but the whole world seemed to also turn. His vision was blurred.

"Awake now?"

His eyes immediately focused, his stomach convulsed even more.

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

The voice sounded cold, yet a little upset and made no effort to hide the fact the man would not spare his counterpart. The one it was coming from sat across the room on a cot. He had deep, dark circles under his eyes, but still looked very determined.

"Uncle Madara." "Stating the obvious. Are you still drunk?" He shot out angrily.

"No, I'm just-" "Then better save your breath to tell me what you were thinking!" The younger one flinched at being interrupted so roughly, and moreover so loudly.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't-" "You don't what?! You don't know?! Don't talk bullshit, Itachi! It wasn't the first time! Excuses are not acceptable anymore. It seems to me like you just don't CARE anymore!" The raven haired boy looked to the ground gloomily. Madara jumped up furiously. "Hey, don't you just look away!" His eyes filled with tears and his lip began to shudder. "Itachi, do you think I'm joking around here when I say don't look away?!" The boy closed his eyes. "Hey, look at me already. Itachi!" "I-I" "Itachi!" The boy sobbed. Then he stopped. He was pressed against his uncles chest tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Itachi!" The grip tightened a little more and almost left him breathless, but it felt good. "I'm sorry." The elder petted his head. "I'm just glad you're safe and sound." "Uncle Madara, I'm sorry." He mumbled. The other Uchiha backed away to look at his face. His eyes seemed so sad. He looked at the boy intensely, just stared at him like he tried to see through his eyes into his mind. "This will not work out, Itachi." Silence filled the hospital room.

"Why don't you want to go on living?"

Normally the boy would have protested right away, but his uncles look made it seem so unnecessary and pointless. It was not superficial, not self-righteous, it was true worry. It was fear to lose him. He looked almost...desperate?

Would he be so truly desperate if he died? Maybe...he should really...

The door slammed open and an hysteric scream echoed through the room. His uncle backed away immediately as his mother came rushing in.

"Baby! Oh my God, are you alright?!" Madara got up and stepped away as Mikoto hugged her elder son. Itachi was perplexed. "I-I" He looked at his uncle. Madara noticed the eyes staring at him from the side. It was the younger brother, the nestling of the Uchiha family. He stared at him displeased. Madara's look was blank. Sasuke was a little bitch, not even ashamed of trying to get off with his own uncle. Madara's eye twitched slightly at his sight. Then his thoughts were disrupted as he was roughly pulled to attention. "YOU!" Mikoto's look was furious. "This is all your fault!"

"Mom, no, I-" Itachi lost his train of thought as Sasuke let himself fall on the bed close to his brother significantly remarkable.

"What do you think you're doing, Madara?! You think you can just pop up and ruin our life?! You really dare to just intrude our world and then, after I agree to give you one more chance after what you've done, you got nothing better to do than get my minor son drunk and almost killed?! You are even worse then back then! Get away!" "Mikoto, listen-" "No! Get away! You better not dare to show up again!" "Onee-chan-" "DON'T CALL ME THAT! YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED A BIT! YOU'RE STILL A DISGRACE! YOU SPIT AT EVERYTHING! YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT IS IMPORTANT TO ANYONE! YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT OTHER PEOPLES LIFE! YOU'RE A MONSTER MADARA! YOU HEAR ME?! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN! GET AWAY BEFORE I FORGET MYSELF MADARA!" "Aargh!" Madara growled frustrated and left the room. Itachi stared at his mother and tried to comprehend what she had just spit out. Even Sasuke seemed to be overwhelmed with understanding. But none of them dared to ask any further. Still Itachi thought it was unfair.

"Mom, that was too hard." He just stated.

After all it wasn't his uncles fault he had tried to kill himself.