The Healing

Chapter 1: Glass Ceiling


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My father was right. I'm no match for my older brother. He's mastered maturity, the social arts in conversations, politeness, business talk, and financial dealings in my fathers company.

My disownment was a right that I disdainfully earned which is why I was wondering around the streets without an umbrella to cover my shameful position and let the rain drip down my ragged face. And I let myself starve in my favor.

Lying in the uncomfortable position I was in, on the polluted ground under the contaminated sky filled with haze, a girl unknown to me looked down at my jaded physique. And I wondered if she knew that I could see down under her frilly ripped black skirt, I think she had some shade of pink under garment.

In a faint second felt as if my body was being lifted up from the ground. This must be how it feels like in one of those cheesy movies where angels bring you above, but I know I am far too unworthy for such events. Not too long after, I began to reminisce during those days of my youth.

I played the role of the incapable son and little brother. Overshadowed by the brilliance of the man name Itachi Uchiha. I recalled a time when he used to use all his time just to be a brother to me, but that was deemed unnecessary by my father the day I started high school. No longer did we do what brothers did in every family in formal and silent society of Konoha. The park that my brother and I used to go to during those days when we would go outing was replaced by stores and family owned businesses during my younger years. My fathers company started to rise and we soon became a product for the success of my fathers accomplishment. After those days no longer did we enjoy ourselves as we grew further and separated from one another. It was not because financial districts would steal the private places we visited, but we belonged in different levels of greatness and class. My father and the rest of m family looked down at the sad and pathetic skill set I had, I was not worth their effort and time. Shunned and discarded like an old rumor, we grew separated and led different lives. We could not help each other nor did I let him help me. I considered myself as a waste of time as he was far to great to spend it with a failure of a person like me. I tried to be a perfect son, suffered to be at the top of peers in school, dressed formally, spoke in good manner, gritted my teeth when insulted, and dealt with the constant complaints of my low standards. In the end nothing had worked. I lived with a glass ceiling, no matter how much I tried to reach for the top, I could never reach it not matter how hard I tried or how much time I spent on it. I could never compete with my brother.

The severity of the falsehood I've created myself was solely based on the approval of my father and his people. To serve under him would've made me high ranking, well liked, approved, looked up to, and it would have brought to the seat of greatness where my brother sat in up to this day. He was the rightful heir.

As I thought of these numerous memories and muses, the unfamiliar ceiling began to look clear to me now. Where was I? I thought heaven, but that is far too kind because I did not deserve such an honorary seat or place as a classy place like heaven. So I forced myself to believe that I was kidnapped by a rose haired female assailant.


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