Chapter 43
Naruto
I hated the fact that I've called Ibiki in an hour early just to talk to me. But I needed to get this off of my chest; all the nightmares I've been having since I started taking these pills and the fact that I had a call from my Dad last night saying he's coming home next week … and I wanted to talk to Ibiki about it.
It's not just a coincidence that my Dad is coming home early, and that's probably just my paranoia talking to me. But I wanted to make sure I wasn't hallucinating anything since I'm now on these damned anti-depression pills.
If you want my opinion on them, they didn't work at all.
That's when I heard the knock on the front door. Man, he really means it when he says he'll be here in a few minutes. So I got up and walked out of my room. I'd be using the crutches, but Gaara and I don't know where Sasuke put them during the party.
"Good morning Sasuke." I heard Ibiki say as I walked out of my room behind Itachi.
"Oh, Ibiki, I thought you wouldn't be here for another hour." Itachi said, not knowing that Ibiki was coming early because I never mentioned it to him that I called him over.
"I know, I was going to wait another hour when I got a call from Naruto. From the way he talked, it seemed it was urgent so I came early." Ibiki said.
"We had no idea he called you." The two of them said at the same time.
"Hey, Ibiki." I said, startling Sasuke a little bit and I thought it was funny, though I didn't feel like acknowledging that it was.
"Hey Naruto, is everything okay?" Ibiki asked.
"I'll tell you in the bedroom." I said.
"Alright Naruto, I'll be there in a few." Ibiki said, I nodded and went back to my room and laid down on the bed. I'll leave the chair for Ibiki, he'd need it anyway.
It took a moment for Ibiki to come into the room and close the door, but I figured he was telling Sasuke and Gaara he'd be talking to them after me.
"So, Naruto, is everything okay?" Ibiki asked as he sat down in the computer chair. "And to tell you, I'm recording our conversation, I called Tsunade and she said it would be wise."
"I don't care." I told him, ignoring the question he asked me for a moment until I heard a button click on his recorder. I sighed again, honestly, now I'm starting to regret calling him.
"Is everything okay?" Ibiki asked again, this time a little cautious. I guess he didn't want to try and piss me off this morning.
"I don't feel like the anti-depressants are working at all." I told him. "I'm not getting any happier, I'm only starting to get nightmares of my father walking through these doors one night while everyone's asleep and trying to kill me."
"How often do you have these nightmares Naruto?"
"Every night and whenever I fall asleep." I said, truthfully. "But not each nightmare is the same."
"Want to explain what you remember in these nightmares?"
"One of them is where my father drags me out of here to lock me up in our house and beat me until I'm an inch away from my death. That one was last night. Two days ago I had a nightmare that Itachi and Sasuke kicked me out onto the streets after throwing all my belongings into their fire pit and set it all on fire." I said. "And yesterday, before I woke up to see Gaara, I had a nightmare where I found out he died in the hospital and no one wanted to tell me until I found out myself and his father yelled at me, blaming me for Gaara dying and everything else. Temari and Kankuro were yelling at me about the same thing."
I couldn't help it, nor could I stop the tears from falling as I spoke, which I was surprised was even understandable, because I sounded like a sobbing mess.
"And just before I called you, I had a nightmare that Gaara broke up with me after talking with you and that Sasuke told me he'd never be friends with me again." I sobbed.
"I can't take this anymore." I wanted to scream as I punched a hole into the head board. I probably broke my left hand and cut it up some. Hell, it was a wooden head board, but I didn't care, not at the moment I didn't.
"Calm down Naruto, please." Ibiki said, scooting the computer chair over and helped me get my hand out of the head board and helped me sit up, placing a hand on both of my shoulders.
"I'm sorry." I sniffed, drying my face slightly with my now only good hand. At least I didn't use my writing hand.
"It's okay to be upset, Naruto, you deserve to be upset." Ibiki said, which is true enough. "But you don't need to go hurting yourself like that."
"Is my father even allowed to call while he's in the damn detox center or wherever it is he checked himself into?" I asked, mostly to change the subject.
"I don't think so, why?"
"He called me last night on my cell phone after I woke up and went into the living room. He said he was coming home next week." I said as I pulled out my phone and showed him my caller ID, and it was an unknown number that called.
"I'll have a look at this and see if that's the number. Tsunade would know more than me." He said and read off out loud the phone number so it'd be saved into the recorder since he didn't have any paper. But I got up and handed him a piece of paper and a pen.
"Oh, thanks Naruto." He said a moment later, writing down the number and paused the recorder before taking it back those few seconds and pushed play to get it back to where we left off. I don't blame him for recording over the number. It didn't need to be saved in there.
"Am I a fuck up Ibiki?" I asked a few minutes later after he had already turned on the recorder when he gave me back my phone. And the look on his face showed me that he was appalled by my question.
"What makes you think you're that Naruto?" Ibiki asked.
"Because I never do anything right, everyone only likes me because they feel like it and Sasuke's only being nice to me because he has to." I said. "Sasuke's been a cold hearted ass since his parents died, and I can understand that, but I know Itachi's making him be nice to me while I stay here."
"You can't know that for sure Naruto." Ibiki said. "Tsunade told me about the birthday party last night, and I wasn't able to grab my gift for you this morning, but you'll get it from me later, but she said you and everyone else really had a good time. And no one was there against their will."
"How can you, Ibiki, be so sure of that?" I asked, my tone going down towards a hateful one as I glared at him. "No one was truly nice to me until I suddenly hurt my back. It's like they're all pitying over me and it makes me sick."
"Now, come on Naruto, do you really think everyone was pitying over you last night?" Ibiki asked, and that was an excellent question.
"I don't know." I said after a few minutes of silence. "I don't know anymore." I repeated as the tears started falling from my eyes once again and all I wanted to do was curl up in a dark corner and just be alone for a while.
"I'll come back and we can talk more if you want." Ibiki suggested, and I nodded, glad that he was going to leave me alone for a while. That means I have a few hours before he comes to talk to me again. I remembered, at least, that it took just over three hours to tell them all everything that my father did to me on every birthday I had started at age seven.
I looked at the picture of my mother and her parents once Ibiki was out of my room and I stared at her for a few long minutes before picking up the picture.
"Why does Dad have to hate me so much Mom?" I asked her, a couple tears falling onto the glass before I hugged her and laid down on my side. I suddenly felt tired, so I decided I'd try and take a nap until Itachi walked into the room.
"Is everything okay in here Naruto?" Itachi asked, I guess either Ibiki sent him in here to check my hand or everyone heard me drill my hand into the head board. But I'm going with the earlier suggestion.
"I'm fine." I said, though the sound of my voice gave away my true feelings; sad, hurt, pain and wishing all of this would end.
"How's your hand?" Itachi asked as he sat in the computer chair and rolled closer to the side of the bed.
"It hurts, but I'll be okay. I don't think I broke anything." I said, wiping my eyes with my right hand after putting the picture back on the night stand.
"May I check it?" He asked, and my answer was me holding out my hand towards him, and he held it gently, though it did hurt.
"Yea, you didn't break anything, but you're going to be stiff and swollen for a while. Want to go to the hospital so Tsunade can wrap it up?"
"No, have her come here. I don't want to go anywhere today." I sniffed as I shook my head no.
"Okay, I'll go call her, and Ibiki's now talking to Gaara and Sasuke, just to let you know so you can ask me for anything if you need it okay?" Itachi said as he stood up and wheeled the chair back over to the computer I realized was still on.
"Okay, thanks Itachi." I nodded a little bit and closed my eyes. I really wanted to take a nap now, even though I knew there was another nightmare forming inside my head, but I felt like Gaara does after not sleeping for two days, and that's saying something.