E S C A P I S M C O M Chapter 1: Hanging by a Thread, a naruto fanfic

Summary: Sasuke and Naruto live in a place where pain is undeniable and fear can not be disguised, but find salvation is only a click away, where all can be hidden or all can be revealed.

Rating: Mature for future yaoi and quite a bit of angst, foul language, incest, rape and a few other things. If you don't like it, don't read it

A/N: Hello everyone!! Told you I'd be back This is my new story entitled:

E S C A P I S M .. C O M

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Hanging by a .T.H.R.E.A.D.

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The clacking of fingertips meeting letter embedded keys on a dimly lit keyboard rang almost unnoticeably throughout the room. A few flashes of light could be seen through the dark as the owner of the computer signed on and sifted throughout the various pages of the site he was on. He stopped soon enough and pale fingers hovered cautiously above the black, wireless instrument, as if not sure they wanted to type out what they were told to, in a matter of seconds though this caution was thrown into the wind.

I'm hanging by a thread

This life is becoming too much for me. I thought I could handle it, but my conscious is starting to eat away at me, telling me to stop my silence and speak up, but . . .I don't think I could ever face the consequences of what would happen if I ever told anyone of my predicament. The only reason I'm speaking up about this on here is because I know I can remain anonymous, and maybe still get some help. You see, ever since I was young . . .I've had a sort of family issue. My mother and father would never believe me if I told them, they would either ignore my plead for salvation or abuse me for what I said that they ignored for as lying. This issue though is directed more towards my brother. He . . .seems to have some sick, abnormal lust for, well, me. I-I'd rather not get into detail and I think everyone who is reading this will get the hint. I don' know what to do anymore, can anyone help me?

Another few flashes of light and a sigh could be heard, sounding not like his usual exhausted sigh, but more of a sigh of relief almost "There, now hopefully I can resolve this issue" He posted his problem in the thread he just made on one of those multi-million member forum sites, his thread being in the 'Personal Problems' section. Before he never had the guts to even type out his predicament, let alone actually tell someone, but after reading from a few other threads, he felt a little more comfortable about reaching out for someone to help, anyone. It was already half past midnight and he was beginning to feel all the stress his body had been carrying around for the past week. With a yawn he clicked the refresh button on the top of the page, scrolling down when he noticed a few people had already posted.

Dude, that's some serious shit, you need to tell someone, like an authority figure.

Maybe you should talk to your guidance counselor about it, or go to see a shrink.

I know it might be hard, but you really need to go to the police or something.

You deserve it if you haven't gotten outta there and got the dickhead arrested yet, what the hell's your problem?

Aww, you poor thing L I agree with most of the people here, I know this is an easier way of telling people, but you need to tell someone out there, in the real world and get this mess cleaned up babe.

Well so much for that. The boy knew all of that, he was just hoping that maybe there would be another way. Guess not. Without bothering to read the rest of the posts left on his page he placed his porcelain looking, almost graceful, hand upon the mouse and moved it to click on his profile:

Welcome S!l3ntScr3ms

It read at the top of his personal page. There were no new messages, or comments. He felt a sharp pang of disappointment and logged out, exiting the window and getting ready to stand up so he could get ready for bed when something caught his attention. A soft ding! could be heard coming from a small message box that was now blinking at the bottom of the screen. He had almost forgot he was signed on AIM. The boy got comfortable in his seat once more and opened the message.

SacrificeNeeded (12:45AM): Hey

SacrificeNeeded (12:46AM): I read what you posted in your thread

SacrificeNeeded (12:47AM): You might not care, but, I feel the same way you do, and, I'm afraid to tell anyone . . .ashamed, embarrassed too

SacrificeNeeded (12:49AM): I have my own problems, focusing primarily on my mother, I . . .I don't really wanna say just yet, I just wanted to tell you I know how you feel and that I know it's not as easy as those people in your thread make it seem.

For a moment, the boy in front of the computer didn't really know how to reply, he just stared at the screen, amazed that there was someone else like him out there, someone who actually knew what he felt like. The person who sent the IM though, got quite after that last message and the boy didn't want to lose the only person who he might be able to become friends with.

S!l3ntlyScr3m!ng (12:52AM): It's a relief to hear something besides 'You really need to get out there and tell someone' I guess they really don't understand. Huh?

S!l3ntlyScr3m!ng (12:53AM): Well, I'm glad to finally meet someone who actually understands were I'm coming from. D-do you think maybe I could IM you when I'm on again?

He waited a moment, not wanting to seem to desperate, but he could feel his hear pounding in his chest. This one person who only spoke a few words to him, not even spoke but typed, seemed like his only hope to escape the world that was crumbling down around him.

SacrificeNeeded (12:56AM): Really? I didn't want to seem to pushy when I IM'ed you, but, I was hoping the same thing. It's rare for me to have a friend . . .unfortunately. I'd be happy if we could talk and maybe get to know each other a little better.

The young, pale boy in front of his computer felt a wave of relief wash over him, not only did this person not find him creepy, they wanted to keep in touch as well. A smile tugged at his lips, a very small, quaint smile.

S!l3ntlyScr3m!ng (12:58AM): Thank you, I think tonight you've helped me the most. I'll talk to you when I get on tomorrow, shouldn't be to late

SacrificeNeeded (12:59AM): G-Great, talk to you then. Goodnight Silent

S!l3ntlyScr3m!ng (1:00AM): Sleep tight Sacrifice

The room on the other side of the computer screen was just as dark as the pale boys. As the figure who had just recently signed off AIM moved his cursor to the start menu and logged off, his sky blue eyes wondered to the name on the screen: Uzumaki Naruto. The blonde haired boy pushed his chair away from the desk and glided through the dark and into his bed. When his head hit the pillow he felt the drowsiness that he had been feeling since that afternoon take over, and as he closed his bright azure eyes he thought of the few moments that had just occurred and a hint of a smile played across his lips as he fell into dream land.

His pale hand moved away from the mouse and placed itself on the arm of the chair the boy was sitting in, he pushed out and sleepily wandered over to his bed. He had already logged off and after he slumped into bed, pulling the covers tightly over his body, he lay awake for a few moments and thought of the nights events. There was no visit from his brother, he got up the courage to ask for help, and he had finally made a friend. The smile from earlier remained on his lips as he closed his onyx eyes and fell into a deep sleep. As he slept his computer screen remained on the login screen, the light it was emitting acting almost like a night life, but just above the blank box that was used to type in a password, was a name. Uchiha Sasuke.