Stockholm Syndrome

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Sasuke's POV

I look at myself in the mirror. The steam from my shower fogs up the mirror. Once again I wipe it away to see myself. My eyes, hair, skin... all of it is the same and yet I feel so different.

I know what it is.....

It's Itachi. He is my brother. There for he is half of me. Half of me is broken and now the other side is showing. My brother and I used to be so close and now every time I see him..... I don't know what to say or do. He's not the same and that's not his fault, but still, it's happening and there isn't a damn thing I can do to stop it!

"Itachi..." I whisper, looking at my reflection.

Itachi and I are near splitting images of each other, yet when I try to see him in me... I drawl a blank. It's almost like, Itachi died that day. Like he can never heal from the emotional and mental trauma he went through. Like he will never be back to the way he was. Like he'll never be fixed.

"Don't try to fix me, Little brother.... I was never broken...." Itachi's unfamiliar voice echo's through my mind.

It's been so long sense I've heard his deep, cool, calm and caring voice. He always knew what to say. Never at a loss of words. Could always back himself up. The opposite of me. I'm always headstrong and saying things I later regret.

Like slapping my brother's hand away earlier. He didn't seem to notice but now that I'm thinking about it, I feel bad.

I shake my head. The thoughts dissolving.

I slap my face a few times before throwing my shirt on and walking out of the bathroom and down the hall to my room. When I walk in, the first thing I notice is a figure at the window of my room.

It was Itachi.

His back to me.

For a few minutes, I sat there and stared at my other half. He turns his head to me slightly. Through his bangs I see his pale face. He looks to have been crying. Not just any tears though, blood. My brother seem to have been crying blood.

I gasp. Itachi turns away to look out the window.

"Itachi!" I exclaim and run up to him, turning him to face me.

His face, flawless. No tears of blood in sight. He didn't wipe them away, I'm sure of it.

He stares slightly confused. After a moment, his expression falls blank.

I let go of him and step back. "Sorry, Itachi... I uh... thought I saw something on your face..." I mumble. It isn't a complete lie... is it?

Itachi cocks his head. He then reaches up and for a moment it looked like he was going to poke my forehead, but he pats my head and walks past me to the door.

He looks at me one last time before shutting my door. I hear him walk to the bathroom, after a few minutes, the door shuts and the shower turns on.

I sigh and walk over to my bed. I sit down and feel something under my butt. I pull it out from under me. I recognize it instantly. It's Itachi's newest book. Did he leave it here?

Temptation overrides my rational thought. I open it up to the front page.

Stockholm Syndrome

By: Itachi Uchiha

Then there is a picture of what looks to be a boy with his head in his hands. Crying tears of blood. Beneath him is a large puddle of blood and within the puddle it says,

"I have no way of knowing if I'll be safe... I will play along for a while and see what happens.... maybe they don't really want to hurt me...."

I feel my heart pound. What is Stockholm Syndrome? It's a disease, right? You like, start to sympathise with your captors or something like that, right?

I open the book to the first chapter and read diligintly. I read it so fast, I don't understand what it is that I had just read. I take a deep breath and try again.

Chapter 1: Prologue

I've always had a normal life up til now. I mean, there is nothing special about me. So why did they take me? Out of all the people that there that day, why was it me? Was it because of the family I belonged to? The religion I believed in? The way I looked? The people I surrounded myself with? What was it that made them choose me, over everyone else?

This is not good! I have no way of knowing if I'll be safe.... I will play along for a while and see what happens.... maybe they don't really want to hurt me...

A weird feeling, it is. To be taken away from your family.

My mom and dad must be worried sick. They must have forgotten about their earlier dispute and have banded together to try and find me. To try and save me.

No, that's wrong. Mom and dad will never stop their constant bickering.

Layla and I, we were not enough for them. Even though they hate one another so much, they could never divorce each other because of my sister and I. Because we are the most important people in their lives, or so they say.

What am I to do now? They have locked me up in this dark damp place and have not been back sense. According to my watch, that was about 3 hours ago. So, where are they? What do they plan to do with me?

Will I ever get out?

Will I ever be saved from the pain, I inflict upon myself?

Why do I try to see the light?

Why do I hold onto hopeless wishes of freedom?

Am I any less confined here then when I was out there?

I huddle close on the cement floor and put my face in my knees. I sit there and cry, cry the night away.

Someone is shaking me softly. I open my eyes and look up. My neck, back, and legs are stiff from sleeping in the same position all night.

I look at the person who is shaking me. It is a woman. Long brown hair and grey eyes. She smiled sweetly at me. She touched my cheek, rubbing it affectionately.

"You look just like him..." she says softly.

I stare at her blankly. "Who do I look like?" I ask. Why do I ask her? What do I hope to find out? Knowing this little piece of information will not help me one little bit.

"My baby." is all she says. She kisses my forehead and walks up the stairs into what would only be mistaken for as a kitchen.

She leaves behind eggs and bacon. I'm tempted to throw it away and refuse further kindness. I will die and they will never get what they want from me and I'll be free.

But my stomach disagrees with that plane and I take the bacon and eat it. My first home cooked meal sense... ever....

I stare at it, dumbfounded. What am I to say or do after reading this? I read over it about 3 more times to get it imprinted into my mind. I finally decide I should get to sleep now and bring it to school with me tomorrow and continue reading it.

I lay it onto my desk and rub my eyes before turning my lamp off and closing my eyes.

"Will I ever be the saved from the pain I inflict upon myself?"

I open my eyes, realizing that I said that aloud.

"What does that mean?"

Itachi's POV

Someone shakes me.

"Itachi? Dear, please wake up." mom's voice floats into my head.

I open my eyes.

She stands over me with a small smile on her face. It's still dark out. Dawn is about to arrive and school will start in about 2 hours. I know what mother wants to ask me.

"Do you want to go to school?" she asks me. A now worried look upon her face.

I sit up and stretch, ignoring her question. What is she asking? She is the mother. She should be the one to tell me that I must get ready for school. Besides, this is my last year, I need to be here for it.

I climb to my feet and wave at her, halfheartedly. I walk out and head for Sasuke's room.

Walking in, I see my dear brother sleeping soundlessly. His eyebrows furrow.

"My.... first.... ever..... Itachi..." he mumbles.

I stand there for a moment and stare at him. He's dreaming about me? About my book?

I shake my head and walk over to him. I touch his shoulder gently and give it a little shake.

No response.

I shake him a little harder.

His eyes open and he looks at me, sleepily.

"Itachi?" he grunts, sitting up slowly, rubbing his eyes. "Are you going to school? Is that why your waking me up?"

I cock my head. He gives a confused look. That's cute.

I pat his head and walk out of the room and head for the stairs.

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