It's Easy If You Try
No Hell Below Us
And Above Us Only Sky
Listening to that song I can't help but note how surreal it makes me feel. Imagining nothing but everlasting life, or death, makes me forget the pain if only for a minute. But that minute of surreal bliss is short lived. All too soon I can hear the front door unlock signalling the return of one of my gaurdians. But who?
Trembling I uncurl my legs before slowly sliding off my bed and to my feet. I hear keys clatter onto the end table by the front door before slowlyand silently making my way through my dark room - just how I like it - and towards my bedroom door. Silently I ease the wood open a crack before smiling as I hear two familiar voice's. Mothers home. That means Father won't touch me.
Pleased that my mother is home I open my bedroom door and walk out before walking silently down the stairs a gleeful smile on my face. My Mother is a business woman who works over in Sount America while I live up here in North America with my Father - a Politician - and my elder brother - Top Of The Class Uni Student. Life wasn't always like this. We used to live in Japan then two years ago mom got her new job.
Back in Japan I had freedom and friends. But here I'm lucky I still have all my comics and things. If it wasn't for moms unpredictable visits I'm sure Father would have me sleeping in the basement or something. But still. At least I've got school to look forward to... Yeah you probably find that weird. I mean what kind of self-respecting Sixteen year-old boy looks forward to school? I tell you what kind. One that gets physically and emotionally abused by the father and raped by their own brother.
When Mother was around she called me her little 'Koishii'. It means darling. I remember the first time she called me it. I may have been fourteen almost fifteen but I liked being called 'Koishii' better than 'Dorei'. Though her visits were always short and sweet. The longest being that time she stayed a week for Christmas. So without her I had only my Father and Brother. No longer was I allowed to call them, 'Chichioya' or 'Aniki'.
No. It was always, 'Shishou'. I was their slave. Their toy. My name was Uchiha Sasuke. And this is the story of how I became a Street-Kid lost in a world unknown to me. But even losing myself in the unknown wasn't enough to completely rid me of my dark past.