Sorry, I forgot to update. I had all these chapters too… Well, maybe it was the fact that I didn't have a computer. Its easier to update that way than via mobile/tablet. Anyways, I hope you've enjoyed so far. I update on Quotev and Wattpad too. Same story, Same Pen Name.

-IchigothePanda

Warning:

If you have a problem with Cutting, Blood, Depression skip this chapter. Sorry about not giving a warning last time.

I'll put a summary of this chapter in the next one so you're not lost if you skip this.

Before the night had ended, Itachi had broken the door open.

He had been too late.

Sasuke's wrist had been covered with blood from the wounds he had made with the razor blade. He couldn't deal with it anymore, he had given up. His parents had never loved him, they were never around. His brother was the only one who he thought cared about him. But that was a lie too. It was all her fault that he was alone.

No. It was his own fault. He was the freaky one that drove everyone away. He was a terrible, terrible boy that nobody liked. "Oh Sasuke..." Itachi looked like he were about to cry. Why? He didn't really care about him right? So why? Sasuke scooted away from elder brother reached out for him.

"Don't touch me!" Sasuke was shaking, he looked so pathetic at the moment. Itachi looked hurt and scooted back. "Please… Don't look at me…" The boy choked on a sob.

Itachi knew what he had to do, "I'm sorry Sasuke…" But before he did anything he had to patch up these new wounds. "Give me your arms." Sasuke quickly held them tightly to his chest.

"Go away!" Sasuke shut his eyes as Itachi grabbed his arms. He had expected him to be impatient and rough, but his touch had been so gentle instead. Slowly, he opened his eyes. His big brother grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink. His eyes widened as the alcohol was taken out the box. "Ngh-!" It stung so badly as the alcohol was poured onto his raw skin. Itachi blew on it, giving the boy some relief from the sting, and wrapped his arm up with a roll of gauze.

"Sasuke…" The boy looked up to the long haired male, "Pack up your things, we're going… on a trip tomorrow." Sasuke didn't notice the hesitation in the other's voice. His eyes gleamed, where would they go?

"I- Okay." He couldn't contain the smile, this was the first time in a long time that they would be going out together.

"Go on, I have to make a call." Itachi shooed the boy away. Sasuke went into his room and went through his drawers. What would they do? Where would they go? He looked at his wrists, this was odd. Why was he so calm? This wasn't right.

Sasuke went to look for Itachi, "Mom. Listen to me." He followed his brothers voice and found him in his room, with the door partially open. He knew it would be wrong but it would be alright if he only listened a little.

"Mom. Sasuke is okay, but he needs help."

"What do you mean where am I gonna send him? He needs to be put in a mental hospital. "

"When? Tomorrow. I told him we were going on a trip."

Sasuke couldn't help but feel betrayed. There was no way he was going to a mental hospital. That was for... crazy people! No, he wasn't going to stay here. The boy ran back to his room throwing clothes and money into a backpack. He should have just shut everyone out, it would have been better that way! He wouldn't hurt like he did. He put on some sneakers and stormed or the house, slamming the door.

"Sasuke?" Itachi ran out his room and searched the house in a panic. "No..." His face paled as he realized, today he really fucked up.

"Fuck my life." Sasuke walked through the streets the brisk night air cooling his skin. "Fuck everyone too."