Secrets

Chapter 2

[Sasuke]

As expected I woke up in a cold sweat, my head pounding from the events that took place yesterday. I was already in so much pain, a nightmare was the one thing I didn't want to have but I did. Whatever's the issue, I decide to get out of bed and stumble into the bathroom. It hurt to walk, but that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was seeing the damage my dad dealt me last night. For once I was glad I woke up at 4 am, I can work on hiding all the scars to the best of my abilities. Whatever wouldn't work would just be another lame use of an excuse.

Excuses, that's all I ever gave to anybody that even dared to speak to me. It might be the vibe I give off. Deadly, annoyed, or maybe even the resting bitch face that took so long to perfect. By that I obviously mean that I hung around my classmates for a day or two and decided that hanging myself would be more productive than speaking to a bunch of idiots.

Another heavy sigh left my cracked lips, let's just get this over with, I need to be ready for school or my brother might end up leaving again like yesterday. In all honesty, I'd love to just be alone and not have to spend a single minute with that cocky, self-centered bustard, but it was the only way that wouldn't lead to dad hitting me again, and in all fairness? I wasn't going to pass on that chance.

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I sat the makeup down, with my face officially covered, all I needed to do was  change my bandages and use them to cover any other scar that might be obvious.

At times like these I really wish I had told somebody about my problem, so they could help me cover up, or potentially help me get put of of horrible situation I'm in. Even if I did have a friend that I can actually talk to without getting annoyed to the point of leaving, I doubt I would ever trust them. I mean, anybody at that school wouldn't miss an opportunity to make fun of another person, knowing my home life and all my secrets would be a disaster. It will literally be hell from that point on, I highly doubt the teachers would do anything because they rarely even move their asses for an injured student.

"Its just a small injury, the nurse can handle it."

The literal words of my math teacher a month ago, to a kid that fell down the stairs and fractured his foot. He's lucky his whole leg wasn't broken, but the English teacher got away with it. Just shows you the type of school my parents put me in. In all honesty the difference between my school and Itachi's is hilarious. I would be surprised if my parents even paid more for the school than they did for the TV.

On the other hand it makes life a little easier. They're never interested in my school life, simply because of the school I go to, instead it's all about my brother.

Itachi this, Itachi that. Oh isn't Itachi the best son in the world?

Yeah sure, he's amazing, I wonder what they would think of Itachi if they knew half of the reckless and irresponsible things he's done. They always pin the blame on me and accuse me of things, but in reality Itachi is way worse than me.

Even if I hate him, I take pity on him. I can be my true self because either way our parents hate me, but he has to pretend. Since the day he was born he was the child prodigy. The Uchiha who would take over the business and rule the world!

I chuckled at the thought, finishing with the bandages and placing them into the cabinet.

Those memories are ones of a happy family, before my dad use to hit me, we would always joke about Itachi being a Prince and he hated it. Even though he was treated like one, and acted so spoiled sometimes, he was a good brother. I just don't think I'll ever understand what went wrong. We were so happy, even though I knew dad never truly looked at me like a son, maybe just a kid he let into his house.. He still treated me well, he didn't yell at me, even smiled a couple of times, but now that's all gone.

Tears sprung at the corners of my eyes, god it hurts to think about a time where everybody loved eachother and could be who they truly are. My mom can't even do what she loved the most because Itachi and dad immediately shut her love for cooking down.

"You'll just ruin dinner, cook what you know. Don't be greedy."

My brother had to pretend, he had to deal with fan girls swarming him and sometimes even stalking him to the point where we had to get security.

My father.. He's just a different person than he use to be. One night he came home from work and I was there, waiting for him, I gave him a big bear hug and he flung me. That was the first night he ever hurt me. The second was nearly two weeks later, and with each night it became more and more common.

This family has fallen apart, but even with how unstable we are, the three family members of mine seem to be able to tolerate eachother. I wish it was the same for me, but that isn't the case. They hate me, even mother, she probably just pitied me.

"Mn.."

I sucked in the air I needed so desperately. I was done with patching myself up, and even more so I was done with my panic attack. "School.." My voice was hoarse, making me wince at the sound of it. If it couldn't get any worse, now I had to try to mask my normal voice as well. What a pain.

I didn't take to anybody anyways, but they can recognise my voice, to have it sound like this? Pathetic, that's all I am. I need to suck it up and go to school already. I've decided to start heading there now. It's 6:45 am, but I'll be able to reach it by 7 am, meaning a 1 hour wait, but in all honesty I still had to get dressed and anything was better than sitting in the same car as my brother for longer than 10 minutes.

Let the day begin once again. Can't wait.. I groan grabbing my backpack.