The stories that I write all depict the me that I don't want anyone to know about. Whether or not you insult is all up to you. But I've taken enough insults in my life to know what will push me over the edge.
Pain erupted from my body. I could feel nothing but the pain and disappointment from everyone's eyes. Death would have been preferable but how could I do such a thing? The consequences would be too great to shoulder.
Blood silently leaked down my porcelain wrist contrasting the two colors. I vaguely remember wondering what's the point? Death is what I want so why can't I have it?
I'm like a spoiled child, hungry for affection and attention, but none came my way. Nothing ever went my way. Everyone favored my elder brother, the perfect child. The one who could never disappoint them. But me? I disappointed them far too many times. The countless fights I got into shamed my family's name or so my father says. Nothing I do is right, compared to Itachi that is. He's too perfect to be my brother, or maybe I was just a mistake that should have been erased. Unfortunately I wasn't. If they never wanted a mistake then by bother keeping it there? No one likes mistakes. So no one liked me.
For years I yearned for there attention but I gave up long ago after realizing I would never be considered as a perfect child, nor would I have their love.
Why did I want such a stupid thing in the first place? What's the point of having love? Love is just a thing, and things can be taken away.
I know that I am just a burden in everyone's eyes but if I leave they would all hate me more. Even aniki who tries to act like an older brother hates me. He doesn't understand what its like in my position. No one want me here. They all say that they care but they don't. What's the point of saying such things is you don't mean them? Why should you be giving me false hope? Once that false hope breaks I'm left in ruins and unable to recover. Is this how my life is? Is it just an empty hollow shell? If it is then I want to fill the shell my any means necessary. If it means leaving then so be it, at least then my life would have some meaning.
My stories tend to be short because this is how I feel at the moment feel free to critize and review...
