I'm sorry Itachi. I'm sorry mom. I'm sorry Neji. I'm sorry Naruto. I can't continue this anymore. I can't take the verbal abuse anymore. Faggot, heartless asshole, bastard, whorthless. These are the words tossed around by friends, rival, and my father.

These words were fine by my friends and rivals. But all I've ever wanted was my fathers acceptance. I've never been able to live up to Itachi. And i nevrr will.

Last night was the worst. Father decided that the insults weren't enough, now he was beating me. Screaming degrading words at me, his youngest son. Itachi was yelling at father to stop. To leave me alone.

Mother was crying. She was in the corner shaking in fear as me,her youngest son, was being beaten to death by his father. Finally he left dragging mother with.

Itachi was trying to bandage me up. But he was soon called down by my father. He kept whispering I'm sorry. I'M sorry.

I was crying in a tight ball curled up. As if that would save me from my father if he wanted to finish the job. A thought crossed my mind.

What if i finished the job for him. I didn't want to live in fear of my father anymore. Always tiptoeing around him like a bomb.

I forgot what caused his little outburst. Oh... right. I finally told him about me and Neji. We had been dating for 6 months. People at school had not been taking it very well. Neji was forced to change school's. Me on the other hand was forced to stay. Facing the abuse alone.

The others at school were avoiding me like the plague. Some of the guys on the football team asked Gai to kick him off the team in fear that they would cacht 'gay'. Assholes.

Father had not taken this news well either. That meant no scholarships for football. My life was getting worse and worse.

Neji and I had been trying to meet up but with him being in private school it was hard.

I wanted the pain the was slowly growing in my chest to go away. It was beginning to be painful. I slowly stood up and limped to the bathroom. I stared at my reflection for several minutes. This wasn't me. This person in the mirror was broken and lost. Not the strong confident person i once was.

This person in the mirror scared me. This wasn't me. But it was. Mirrors can't lie.

I started shaking. It felt like an earthquake. I hit the fake me as hard as i could. Now i had broken glass in my hand. Great.

I was covered in more blood than i thought i had. I would surly die slowly if this kept up.

The pain in my chest was getting worse and worse. It was unbearable. I screamed.

I'm sorry Itachi. I'm sorry mom. I'm sorry Neji. Fuck you Naruto. I'm done . No more pain.

I grabbed the sharpest largest peice of glass i could and slid it across my wrists as fast as i could. The pain in my chest died down a little.

I did it again to my other wrist. The was now gushing down my arms. The bathroom door slammed open and Itachi ran in. Mom right behind him.

They were too late they saw the bloody glass and the blood pouring down my wrists. Mom was crying. So hard. I collapsed. My vision blackened out. The tears were mixing with blood. My blood. I'm sorry Neji. To you i feel the worse. Mom is screaming at me to stay awake.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. I was never good enough. But I'm happy now. Tell neji I'm sorry. So. So ..."

Black.