Theme 6; Wings
In one way he had never hoped for love. He had never hoped for anyone to save him, or fight away his worries. He hoped he could always be alone, just so no one else could feel his burden. So no one else had to feel him there. So he could leave behind what was supposed to be precious to him without pain or remorse.
But he was drowned in his pain. His worries. His heart was like the water that spilled from his eyes, and he was sinking deep and deep within it. His breath was caught within himself, and he didn't dare open his mouth for he would surely suffocate.
So he stopped speaking.
He stopped breathing.
He stopped being.
In this water there were monsters swimming here and there, ready to take and destroy him. He would find the strength to get away, if only for a second, just to sink deeper and deeper within the water, where it was black and vision was obscured.
The dark, dark water.
And he didn't dare ask for help. He didn't dare open his mouth for he would surely choke. He didn't dare open his eyes for what he would see would be too frightening. So he fell. deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Until the water engulfed him so agonizingly and he felt the last remnants of his existence slip away. His life was swallowed by the darkness until his humanity remained no more.
The water that kept him alive as slowly, slowly killing him. Driving him into an impossible insanity as to which the greatest gift would be for him to die. Die and leave behind what was so dear to him. Die and let it all be easy again.
And then a small, shaking hand clasped onto his own, ripping him away from his own personal hell and bringing him to life. It was an angel. With wings pure as the snow that was freezing over the water above, caking layer after layer of ice so he couldn't ever escape.
"Swim up!" it said "Or you'll never get out!"
So he swam. Through the monsters. In his insanity. He swam up his murderous heart to the top where his horrified reflection was all he could see. His hand connected to ice and he pounded and pounded against it, desperately hoping it would break so he wouldn't die. And all the while that red-eyed reflection reminded him why he must escape. Pounding. Pounding. Pounding.
And the angel was on the other side watching in despair. His eyes were black, untainted by the blood of the victim under the ice, and devoid of passion. He spread his wings and flew away knowing that it was hopeless. The situation was over and the angel had been too late.
"Sasuke!" Itachi shouted, grabbing onto his brother's hand and ripping him out of the water, uncaring of if he pulled his arm out of it's socket, "If you keep thrashing around like that you're going to drown!"
deeper.Deeper.DEEPER.DEEPER.into the waters of his damnation.
Random switch of Point of View at the end. Go figure. If you could follow this you pwn.