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I hate this. Too much noise in the air. I can't feel anything. Were the hell are you?

For some idiotic reason I thought going home was going to be a good thing. I figured I'd be happy getting away from that therapist. Can you believe she wanted me to talk to a fucking teddy bear? She was crazy. Anyway, I know now this is gonna suck.

Itachi wasn't saying anything. He was glaring at the road straight ahead, while I glared at the rest of the world through the window. It was so quiet. But all that quiet was like a sonic boom in my head. I don't feel good.

I feel different. It's like I have something latching on to my back holding me down. I feel scared to talk to my own brother. I'm afraid to look at him. I really don't belong here anymore.

"You have to sleep in the guest room." I jump a little at his voice. I look at him. He's still staring at the road. I look back out the window when I see the our house coming up. "Why?" I question as he pulls into the drive way. He ignores me and quickly pulls the keys out of the ignition and exits the car.

I feel like crying. Before I wouldn't have minded if he ignored me. Actually I used to pray for him to ignore me, but now I want him to look at me. I want him to call me a dork, tackle me in the hall ways, pour water on me when I'm asleep. Anything! I just want to know he still cares.

I sat in the car a few more minutes making sure I wasn't going to cry. I got out of the car and walked to the front door. I had the sudden urge to just run away. Completely rip away from the world and hide somewhere were no one can find me. But I ignore it. There's no point in running, I can't hide from myself.

I open the door and felt the cool air from the air conditioned house rush out and I step in. I closed the door silently. I look around at my surroundings. I know I'm in my own house, but I feel unwelcome. This house is not a home for me anymore. I walk down the hall towards the kitchen looking for Itachi. I just want to see him. I peak in like a little kid. I see him sitting at the table reading through some stupid stack of papers. He looks up at me and I flinch feeling the odd emotions hitting me. I walk in acting like I didn't notice. I went to the fridge and grabbed the jelly. I was going to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I didn't really want one, but I hoped Itachi would talk to me if I was in there long enough.

I grabbed the peanut butter from the cupboards and looked at Itachi. He was still looking through his papers. I walk back over to the counter and grabbed the bread. I pulled open the drawer for a knife. But there were no knives. "Were are all the knives?" Itachi doesn't look up. "I have them hid."

Is he serious? "Why?" I know why. I'm not an idiot. "Because the therapist advised me to do so. If we have sharp object scattered all over the house it would be easier for you to kill yourself." I was kind of pissed. "Do you honestly think I'm going to kill myself with a fucking butter knife?" I yelled. "Well I don't know what to think of you at all, Sasuke!"

It's ok for you to cry. There's nothing wrong with a few tears. But, it is not ok for me to cry. It's ok for me to get angry. It's ok for me to scream and yell. Why does he have to make me feel bad? I don't have to listen to him. If he can make me feel bad, then I can make him feel bad.

"I fucking hate you!" I through the jar of jelly at the wall. It shattered, all the sticky red goop running down the wall. I stormed out of the kitchen and went upstairs and into my room.

I slammed to door hard then sliding down to the floor and hugging my knees to my chest.

I did this. It's my fault I feel like this. It's my fault Naruto hates me. It's my fault Itachi is different. I caused all this. Why am I so stupid?

I look around my room and I see why Itachi wants me to sleep in the guest room. Blood. There's blood on the floor and on my bed. I stand up and walk closer to the bed. I stare at the darkened, dry stains under my feet.

That's my life. My life is on the floor dried into the carpet for people to walk on. I'm the one who put it there. I put it there for him. For Naruto. He hurt me. He made me feel worthless. I am not mad at him. I love him.

Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut? I had to go and tell Naruto I love him. I should have known he would react that way. I knew he wasn't gay. He's had a crush on Sakura for a year.

I need him. I loved having him as a best friend. I loved having friends I could talk to. But I know they're gone too. Naruto probably told them what happened. They all hate me too, I'm sure.

What did I do?

I wanted to cry. I wanted to let all the pain run out, but that's not how I do it. I don't cry. I feel my hands go numb. My head is airy. I hate everything.

I grab the sheets on my bed and tear them off. I push the mattress off the frame. I kick it and punch it. I wish it was me. I want to hurt myself. Punish myself for being a fucking idiot. I want to destroy myself. Disappear into nothingness so no one will have to be burdened by me. Naruto could be happy with Sakura and Itachi can go back to his old self and be happy.

I walk over to the computer desk and push the computer off. It his the floor with a cracking sound. I pretend that it was my bones breaking. I kick my foot through the screen pretending it was my face. I look over at the picture frame on my dresser. I strolled over to it. It was me and Naruto. I don't like it. I through into the wall. It left a mark and shattered. I pretended that was my soul.

I'm nothing now. I still don't feel happy. I pull the drawers out of the dresser and through them. I didn't really care were the landed. I ran into my bathroom. The glass was gone. The mirror only had a few shards on it. I see my self, but...

"That's not me." I mumbled to myself. It's true. The person I saw wasn't me. It was some psycho looking back at me, mocking me. "That's not me!" I punch the remaining glass. It cuts my hands.

"You aren't me! Go away!" I continue hitting the glass. Shards were piercing my skin. I feel someone hold me back. "No! Let me go! Don't touch me!" It was Itachi. He was trying to pull me out of the bathroom. I fell on the floor kicking and screaming. "I don't need you! Leave me alone! I don't want you to help! I'm not Sasuke! I wont hurt you! Let me go!"

He's was still trying to get me out of the bathroom. I looked at him. He was crying. "Don't do that!" I don't want to see him cry. "Stop!" He dug in his pocket and pulled out a needle. My eyes widened. "What are you doing? Stop!" I feel a pinch in my neck. He did something. "Itachi! Itachi! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I want to get away from him. I can't control myself. He's gonna hate me more.

It's harder for me to move. My legs feel heavy. My body is going numb. I can feel tears in my eyes. My vision was blurring, and my head felt light. Everything was going black.

"Itachi... I'm sorry... Don't let Sasuke die."

Neeener! I'm stopping here. That was kind of sad...

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KJ