I jumped up and started running as fast as my legs would carry me. Where I was going, I had no idea. My breath started coming in bursts, and my legs gave out from underneath me. I fell to the ground hysterically crying. No one will get me now, I will forever be safe if I just jump right now, the water will cloud my senses and my mind will think no more. I backed up a little, and jumped. As I inhaled, the cool substance flooded into my lungs, and my mind went numb. I started to sink to the bottom and my eyes slowly shut. It felt as if weeks, months, or even years had passed before I opened my eyes. The only thing I could see was white, this surely wasn't heaven, and I am unsure of how I am breathing. I slowly sat up only to realize that I was sitting in the hospital hooked up to exactly 5 machines and had two IV's in me. Hours slowly passes as I tried to figure out how I am still alive, and the only thing to be heard in the room was the steady beep of the heart monitor. I heard the door push open as a nurse walked into the room.
"Oh good you're awake!" she exclaimed.
"Joy…"
"Your parents and brother have been so worried about you, I think they are actually going to be coming in here in a few minutes."
"Fantastic, just what I need." I proclaimed.
She checked my all of my monitors and IV's, and then walked out. A few minutes later my mom came barging into the room crying…
"Oh my God! You're alive! I have been so worried about you!"
The only thing I could do was stare straight ahead. The last thing I wanted to do was see my family, after all they were the people who cause this whole mess. It all started just because I am nothing like my perfect brother, that's all they ever wanted from me was for me to be just like him. I felt that since I couldn't live up to their standards, I should just go away so they wouldn't have to deal with me at all. In a slow few minutes my father came into the room and walked to my bedside and inspected me, and then shook his head and sat down while my mother was sitting there staring at me. Speak of the devil himself, my brother walks into the room and just leans on the wall by the door.
"Itachi, come over here and talk to your brother." my mother stated plainly.
He walked over to the side of my bed and he stared at me for what seemed to be forever, and then he punched me about as hard as he could, I felt all of my wounds tearing open and I couldn't move due to the shock that I was falling into, the last thing I remember is Itachi laughing , and the nurses running in as blood poured out of my wounds.