White

It’s odd. I can remember those days so clearly, like crystal. Yet every day before, and after, is a blur. White walls watching me… my own darkness consuming me. Mornings and nights began to merge together, days could have been weeks. Awake and asleep… reality and fiction… There was nothing there to tell them apart. No consciousness.

I suppose it could have been a dream. A drug hazed illusion. You may not have been real, a hidden secret part of me. A vengeance of my mind for the pain I inflicted upon it. But then… What is real? Is this ledge real, is the street below real? If I jump will I really-…

They say insane people find humor in the most peculiar things. Because insanity is realization- us unlocking the other 98% of our minds to fully comprehend how humorous it all is. Because that’s what be are- dry, passing humor.

You didn’t think that way though, so I ask you, who is the one insane?

The white walls where real, the faceless voices where real, you where real. It use to be so simple, I had a routine- a life. Perhaps even a soul then… But not now- no.

I never told you did I? How it all happened… you have no right to know. But I will tell you anyway. Listen to the words, but know they aren’t words. They are truths, spelled out in the essence of my soul. Listen to my story, and perhaps you’ll see the eyes in the white wash walls…

Naruto…

It started when my brother and I where young, him 7 and I 13. We lived a simple life. We would wake up and go to school, my younger brother always making us take the more scenic route to class. I didn’t mind. There where trees on this particular street, large trees that looked like they could have been there for centuries. The trees had always comforted me- the sound of the wind blowing through them always calmed me down when I was young. I would sit outside some days and just listen to them. The Uchiha estate had many trees like these and our summers where always spent amongst them.

We’d arrive at school the same time every morning. I would make sure my brother got to class, then head to my own.

But on January 18th this comfortable routine changed.

We where walking to school, and when we were a mere 5 minutes away that was when it happened. I can’t remember much of this, for the mind tends to suppress memories that make us uncomfortable or scared. We act on impulse- as if our mentality absconds us temporarily.

He fell to the ground- quicker then I could catch him.

Me calling out to him... His body thrashing around… his eyes rolling to the back of his head… it’s all blurry and overlapped together. But I remember when he stopped, and just looked. I couldn’t tell what he was looking at- but I tried. I looked over my shoulders and everywhere… But Sasuke…

I don’t remember what happened after that. Someone must have found us and called an ambulance, I remember sirens… I hate sirens…

We were sitting in the hospital, Sasuke asleep with my mother stroking his bangs from his face. I don’t think I’ve seen a seven year old look so fragile. My father was sitting in the corner chair, worrying in his own way. I sat at the end of Sasuke’s bed.

The doctor had announced it as a seizure, one that could have been more dangerous than it had been. He said there shouldn’t have been any side affects, but he wanted Sasuke to stay at the hospital until they could determine. Meaning until my brother woke up and was talking normal.

Father had to get back to work, and mother a business meeting that she could not post-pone. Thus, that night I stayed with Sasuke.

I remember it being very dark, but the light from the hospital hallway made it bright enough for me to see my brother. I hadn’t moved from my spot, I was still suffering from post-traumatic-shock. I refused to leave Sasuke’s bed. My brother was more important than anything.

“N-N…” Sasuke made a rough sound in the back of his throat as his eyes opened. “Na-N…”

“Sasuke!” I was immediately at his side, waiting to help him in any way I could. I can’t describe what I was feeling then- for I myself don’t even know. I needed to be there.

“Na-N…”

“Sasuke, what is it?” He started to shake, and the fear that was on me that morning came back to me. I acted on instinct and pulled the red emergency cord at his bedside, thrashing so quickly to the side of his bed I must’ve almost hit myself on several of the machines and monitors. “Sasuke…!”

“N-Na-…!” Sasuke’s eyes opened impossibly wide.

My worry increased. “What is it Sasuke?”

At this moment a nurse opened the door rather fiercely, she flicked on the light and looked at Sasuke’s panic attack… “Boys! Ah- Don’t touch him! One- S-sec!” Before long she was out the door again calling for a doctor. Sasuke began wildly thrashing around on the bed, almost knocking me off. “Sas-!”

“N-NARUTO!”

The scream rang through the whole hospital, and possibly down the street, as I tried so hard to comprehend the foreign name that came from my sick little brother.

AU: Looking for Beta. Please R&R. <3