A/N: Hey, Angel-sama here with a new story that I've been drabbling with over my four day weekend. Hope you like it if no then oh well.
Day 1:
My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I am 26 and I live in a middle class neighborhood in the center of Pasadena, California. I am the second son of the late owners of the Uchiha law firm in New Jersey. My older brother is Itachi Uchiha. I haven't seen him since my parents died in the plane crash on April 10, 2007. That's 8 years with no contact from my only blood. The last I has heard from him he was studying abroad in Europe. A friend of my father's took over his firm and I had been offered a job there several years ago but was underqualified to work.
For years I have been the black sheep of the prestigious Uchiha for my mental condition. I was diagnosed with schitzoprienia in 2005 and have been on medication since. I was told that there is no cure and that I would be stuck on medication for the rest of my life. Regular therapy sessions have been advised and I got two to three times a week for an hour at a time. My shrink, Shizune, is very nice to me and understanding of what I am going through. It's hard for me to keep a steady job and friends because I can never tell them the truth about me. I'm afraid that if they knew the truth they would hate me. The one person I can trust with anything is my best friend since high school – Naruto Uzumaki. He's blonde with blue eyes and the most outgoing person I have ever met. He has the most uncanny ability to make friends with almost anyone he meets.
He knows of my condition but I didn't tell him.
From what I remember of that night, we were watching a horror movie at my house and I just snapped on him. Shizune had always warned me that anything with lots of violence or negative emotions could trigger it and I had always been watchful to avoid any triggers, but that night I thought I was safe enough. I don't remember everything that happened and Naruto to this say refuses to tell me everything, but he doesn't hate me for what happened. After I got a chance to explain, he was actually quite understanding- apperantly a family member of his was going through the same thing.
I don't leave the house much except to see Shizune or to hang out with Naruto but I quite happen to like it here by myself. Shizune thinks I should get a dog to take care of so I have someone to be around throughout the day. Did I happen to mention that I hate dogs? No? Well, I hate dogs. They're loud and smelly and needy and to much work. I would much prefer a cat. I didn't dare oppose Shizune when she suggested it though, she is well mannered and polite until you piss her off; then she may take off your head with the katana she has hanging on the wall behind her desk.
I have taken to writing a daily journal about, well anything to help cope. I don't know how long I will keep this up, but it gives me something to do throughout the day.