Don't You Get It?
Chapter 8 SasuNaru

Two confessions? My life is difficult enough, you know.

I don't feel anything, I don't think anything as I walk up to my house. All the lights are off. I look down at my watch. 11:33pm. Maybe everyone's asleep. Did they even notice I'm not there? Eh, who cares. I open the door slowly hoping not to wake anyone.

I walk into the kitchen, I;m dying of thirst, I reach the kitchen and tip toe to the fridge, I open it wincing at the light that now floods the room from inside.

I walk through the living room squinting through the darkness. I could turn on a light, but I;d just turn it off two seconds later. I pass the telephone that's placed near the entrance of the room. The red light was blinking. I pushed it and listened for the message to play.

"I'm so sorry, boys." I hear my mother. "We have to stay in Tokyo for a few more weeks. Your fathers boss is being a real ass." She whispered the last line and then there was a click and a beep signifying the message had ended.

I walked upstairs. I headed for Itachi's room. If he was awake, I was going to apologize for the little incident in the kitchen, After all that happened today, I was in an apologizing mood.

I reached for the door handle. I knocked once before opening it slowly. "Itachi?" There was no answer. "Itachi?" I say a little louder. Still no answer. I put my hand on the wall searching for the switch. I flip the light on. He's not even here. I look around again to make sure I was right. I rolled my eyes, turned the light, and closed the door. I hope he's not out looking for me. Or maybe he's at the air-port still waiting for mom and dad. I chuckled to myself.

I decide to go back downstairs and wait for him. It's already late on a school night, but a few more minutes couldn't hurt. I sit in the living room, TV on, lights off. I flipped through the channels until I found something worth watching.

I was in the living room until about 1 in the morning. I was half asleep when I heard the door slam open. My eyes shoot open and I run to the front door. I really wasn't expecting to see my older brother drunk as fuck.

"Baby brother! It's sooo not a pleasure to see you." He slurred. "You little bastard." What the hell? He's mean when he's drunk! "Why are you drunk?" I question coldly. He slams the door shut and stumbles toward me. "Why am I drunk? You're asking me why I'm drunk?" I rolled my eyes. I think alcohol dissolved part of his brain.

"Will you just answer me?" He smiled dumbly. "Why do you look so angry? I just went to have a little fun." I glared at him. "With who?" He laughed and patted my cheek rather harshly. "What are you? My mother?" I didn't respond to his idiotic tone, besides my face hurt now.

"You're cute!" He laughed and punched my arm and made his way to the kitchen. He knocked over the coffee table on the way. "What are you doing?" I asked him in the kitchen. "I'm getting something to eat." He said. He was dumping the contents of the pantry on the floor is what he was really doing. "Mommy and Daddy aren't coming home." He grabbed something and took it to the counter. "I know. There was a message on the machine from mom." He didn't answer. He ripped the box of cookies he had grabbed. He took out three and shoved them all in his mouth. I waited for him to swallow before I asked again.

"Why are you drunk?" he looked at me. "I told you," He didn't sound so stupid anymore. "I just wanted to have some fun."

"You never have fun. You don't like fun." I retorted. He walked slowly toward me trying to keep his balance. He gripped my shoulders. "You're a nosy little bastard aren't you?" He shoved me hard and I fell backwards hitting my head on the wall. "What the fuck is your problem?" I yelled.

"You!" He pointed an accusing finger. "You are my problem! The only problem!" My mouth dropped open. "What the hell did I do?" He scoffed at my question and leaned against the wall. "Do you have any fucking idea how hard I tried to keep you from doing that?" he slurred. "Doing what?" I yelled.

"You tried to kill yourself! I did everything I could since the time you were four to make sure you never did that." He was quiet. "You know I did it too?"

My eyes widened. There's no way he tried to kill himself. He always said suicide was a cowards way out of the game. "I don't believe you." I sighed out. I didn't. I can't picture him doing something like that.

"It's true." He responded, sliding down the wall to sit. "When I was twelve I took... maybe twenty sleeping pills. I didn't really think of it as killing myself. I saw it as going to sleep and never waking up." He reached up and rubbed his forehead. He's probably getting a headache already. "I almost died. I was right on the edge, ready to jump off. But I heard you cry."

I stared at him. I was there? I was there when he tried to kill himself. "I was babysitting you while mom and dad were at some party." He said. It's like he read my mind. "Right when everything was starting to blur, you started yelling for me. You were in your room. When I went in there you were trying to get out of your crib. You asked me why I looked so sad." he smile slightly.

"I took you downstairs and I called an ambulance. You know, if you hadn't called for me, I probably wouldn't be here. You saved me." His words echoed in my head over and over. I knew where this was going.

"After two years of being on medication and being in therapy I promised you that I would never let it happen to you. You were little so I wouldn't think you'd remember." He trailed off. He laid his head on the wall and closed his eyes.

"Do you have any idea what it's like to think you doing everything right, then all of the sudden everything crashes down?" I wanted to say yes, but I didn't say anything at all. "I heard glass shatter and I went in your room. You were bleeding." His voice cracked a little. He was starting cry, but tears weren't falling yet. "I started yelling and you wouldn't answer. You had passed out from loss of blood. I called for mom and dad and they called an ambulance."

"That night," He continued. "I stayed with you in the hospital room. Mom and Dad left. I didn't want you to be alone. But... when you woke up I felt angry with myself. Every time I looked at you I felt like I failed you. I started hating you for making me feel like that. I started getting mad at you for no reason."

I didn't know what to say. How am I supposed to react to this? This has happend twice now. First Naruto spills his guts, Now Itachi? What the hell? Before I could say anything I looked up and noticed his breathing was slower. He was asleep.

I pushed myself off the ground and stood there for a second before going to my room. This is a lot to take in. And I have school tomorrow.