Plot : Sasuke is living in a dysfunctional family. How dysfunctional? Read on! Sasuke has a slight physical problem and He believes that he has no one to turn to...until a blonde shows up.
Alrighty, a new story! Ok, I am working on the sequels but then, wow...Still thinking of the titles, heh heh. Sorry! Forgive this little amateur of a writer!
Chapter One
XOXO
Dear Diary,
I am Uchiha Sasuke. I am sixteen years old. I am apparently thinking that my life is a torment and pure torture. I have no idea why I even exist in this world. My family hates me and so does my classmates and churchmates.
I am quiet. That is one of the reasons they chose to target me for their rumours and gossip. I hate it. As if me having a skin condition is not bad enough. I hate myself. I hate my life. I wish that I could just die right now.
- Uchiha Sasuke
XOXO
Sasuke sighed and closed his diary. He stared at his scarred arms and wanted to cry. It was disgusting and gross. He hated it when his arms itch and he would scratch them until they bleed. The outcome would be disasterous. Then, his family would taunt him more. He had went to the dermatologist before. He prescribed to him medicine to take and apply but they were of no help. The dermatologist diagnosed him with atopic eczema. He remembered asking his parents for some comforting words. But then...he felt more worse after that.
''What? Go pray to God. He will help you. God will help your skin problem.'' His mom, Uchiha Mikoto, said.
''Take the medicine. It is your own fault. You are not even taking care of it well.'' His dad, Uchiha Fugaku, said.
Yes, he came from a Catholic family. His mother was obsessed with the religion to the point that everything revolved around it. His father was insensitive and would make taunts at the expense of him. He had an older brother, Uchiha Itachi, but he was of no help. He went out constantly and so, he could not rely on him for any advice.
Tears flowed freely. There was no one he could rely on. He had a few friends but he knew that they were just using him. Once, he overheard them talking about him. Saying that he was an ugly freak and that he was only useful in a sense that he could help them do their homework. He had cried that night but he tried to put on a facade when he met them.
He hated his skin. He used to be unafraid of showing off his skin to everyone but after seeing their faces when they saw him, he grew insecure and he covered himself up by wearing long sleeved shirts and fingerless gloves.
Who can he turn to? God? But then, after his mother began talking to herself and started believing that she could see angels, his faith has begun to waver. He just knew it. His mother had gone insane due to religion. As for his father, he was apathetic. He did not care at all. All he cared about was work. His older brother had told him to ignore her antics but it was impossible. He was at home most of the time due to not having a social life. He would have to constantly witness his mother acting in an insane manner.
So, the real question is, who will be there to save him from this Hell?
XOXO
Yosh! Bitter Silence and Obsession sequels...working on it!
Atopic eczema...it is a sad thing. And this kind of family is quite common, huh?
Ja!
Deadinthesoul!