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Truth
Chapter 8 Dreams
"Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. Remember all things are possible for those who believe."
Uchiha Itachi had dreams.
He had dreams.
He used to. He guessed he still did, in a way.
He didn't even know what he had now. It sure as hell wasn't dreams. What he had now were nightmares. He couldn't sleep soundly for one minute without seeing something terrible or horrible inside of his head, in his mind, inside of his nightmare.
Dreams were nonexistent now. He had ambitions, yes, but dreams, no. He had stopped having them ages and ages ago. Now everything that he saw seemed to be dark and terrible and scary. Nothing was ever happy and bright for him anymore. It had lost its demeanour.
His nightmares were usually about his family, about the massacre, seeing his brother lying on the ground, dead and bloody. He always had to watch his brother's death. He was like a ghost. He tried to help him or save him but he just went through his little brother. He hated it. He hated the feeling of helplessness and knowing that he was absolutely unable to do anything to help Sasuke at all.
It was painful. Mentally and physically.
It hurt. In more ways than one.
He hated it. It was horrible.
It was knowing what was going to happen and knowing that there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Knowing that blood was going to be spilled, seeping out through pale flesh and dripping onto the cold, hard cement. He had never given up, though. There wasn't one nightmare where he didn't try. He always tried to save everyone but it never worked out for him. It was sometimes the same, sometimes different but either way it was painful. In more ways than one.
In fact, Itachi couldn't remember the last time he had slept through an entire night. He always awoke to red and black dancing across the backs of his eyelids and bright colors flashing on the side of the tunnel of darkness. Images of blood spilling, red staining everywhere in clear view.
It never went away. He always saw it. And he couldn't stop it. He wished he could stop seeing pain, blood, and destruction but maybe, just maybe, it would come true.
He could always hope.
He could always wish.
He could always try.
He could never stop seeing the looks on his clans face as they fell to the ground into a slippery puddle of blood.
But maybe, just maybe, Itachi had never stopped having dreams.
