Prologue
Warnings: Severe child abuse (mental and physical), there might be sexual abuse (unlikely), eating disorders, self-harm, suicidal tendencies, attempted suicide(s), minor drug use, depressive thoughts, etc. This is rated M for a reason! If you think you might be triggered by any of these warnings, proceed at your own caution. I will not be providing any warnings (except this one) when the above content appears in any one of the chapters.
Things aren't always the way they seem. Perfect family images mask an ugly reality. I'm not perfect, not even close to it; I give dishonor to the word. Father could testify to that. I always disappointed him. Why couldn't I be more like Itachi? Why couldn't I make him proud? Why couldn't I be thinner? Why, why, why? I've learned to accept that I'll never reach perfection; I'll always be a failure. I deserve Father's punishments. I'm a mistake. A mistake that could never be fixed because it's just so erroneous.
I look at my reflection, and I see a hideous creature. No wonder Father is ashamed. I'm a murderer, a killer. Why was I born? Why must've Mother's life been sacrificed to give birth to such a sinful being? I want to die. I want to throw myself into a fiery pit full of daggers as that would be the only justifiable death I could receive as someone like me deserves to live. I deserve to live through this hell. That must be the only explanation as to why Father has restrained from killing me. I deserve to suffer. And suffer I will.
There was a time that I thought that Father's treatment of me was unfair. That was a mere childhood fallacy. I'm a burden to everyone around me. If I wasn't born, Mother would've lived. If I wasn't born, Father would be happy. If I wasn't fucking born, Itachi wouldn't have had to stay in this God-forsaken place just because I didn't want him to leave. I'm a selfish bastard. My "friends" wouldn't have to burden themselves with me. I doubt they're my friends. If they were, they wouldn't feed me such transparent, obvious lies. I'm not "too thin". I'm not "trying too hard". I don't try hard enough. It's tempting to believe their lies, though. But, I won't be an even huger disappointment than I already am! I don't deserve friends, anyway… especially Naruto.
I'm a failure, a mistake; I am Sasuke Uchiha. I am the exact opposite of perfection. I wish I was worthy. I wish I was loved. But, I don't deserve it, and wishful thinking gets you nowhere.
I am Nobody.
Author's Note: This chapter is very short, but that is because it's just the prologue. This was meant to give you guy's a glimpse into Sasuke's state of mind. "Mother" and "Father" are capitalized purposely to show Sasuke's feelings of respect and inferiority towards his parents. This is my first ever story, so I'm a little nervous. I hope you guys enjoy it! I'll probably post the first chapter sometime this week, but there are no guarantees. This is going to be a Naru/Sasu friendship story, although it might delve into romance. Itachi will also play a huge part in this.