He sat in his room, alone, listening to his brother who often lied on the other side of the wall, playing his games. They never much talked but when the older male came out of his room Sasuke followed like a lost puppy seeking attention. He knew his brother doesn't deserve his admiration or his undying love, but he couldn't help himself, Itachi was everything he wasn't. Cunning, intelligent, charming even, and unlike his younger brother the weasel was rather popular amongst the people. As brothers they were close, the ideal relationship that many siblings would strive for. But amongst their feelings towards each other was a secret they had buried deep long ago.
At first Sasuke had hated his brother for doing such a thing, it had all happened so fast he didn't know what was happening. But then it did, and all his innocence had suddenly vanished. He knew what it was called, by definition it was rape but he could never bring himself to tell a soul and built up the negative energy until it was too much to handle and he just broke. On that day there were many tears, not by him but his brother, and in a twist turn of events Itachi was apologizing for all that had happened, asking his younger brother, begging for forgiveness. It was at that particular moment when he realized just how silly it was to hold onto the past, to blame everything on that one moment. He being so young forgave his brother almost immediately, and the two became close once more. But there was one thing about it that even the Uchiha couldn't understand.
Every time Itachi brought someone home he'd turn his head and sulk in the corners of his room, listening to the faint moans that sounded throughout the house. Honestly he was jealous, he deserved all the older man's attention, not anyone else. He wanted to ask someone if this was natural, to feel this way towards your own flesh and blood, but whenever the thought arose he could never bring himself too. After all these years he never told a single soul of him and his brother, and what happened between the two.
So he thought he'd write these feelings down, and bury them deep within the paper where they would hopefully stay, never to arise again. He titled the journal "My life, my feelings, my brother" and tossed the finish piece into his closet, not caring where it fell. His heart felt lighter, his mind clear, maybe just maybe he could get through this sinful feeling, this unwanted desire, and perhaps he could get over his brother and begin to treat him as such; as the siblings they were.
Eventually years went by and Sasuke forgot all about it, he had graduated and was now moving away to a university, packing up his room. He stopped short when he saw the old journal of his lying on the closet floor and chuckled mostly to himself. He was getting away from here, and from this house and its many memories, good and bad. He was happy to leave, to begin his own life, to become something of his own. So he closed the closet door shut and left the book where it lay, for someone else to find. Maybe someone would read his story and relate it to something in their life, maybe his words would help change someone like it had changed him. Hopefully his book would rescue someone as it had done him.