I blinked open my eyes. The sunlight that through the
thin curtains in the room seemed something blinded me. However, that wasn't the only reason I woke up. A noise that got louder and louder tore me from my dreams. Well, you couldn't call it a dream with a good will. More like a flashback that got stuck in my head and haunted me again and again in my sleep. It had been two months, but it was like yesterday. It was always the same.
All eyes were on me. They looked at me like a circus animal, a monkey maybe. A cold chill ran down my spine. I even shivered a little. To be honest, I wanted to piss my pants out of fear, especially when everyone got up and the woman in front of me announced the verdict.
"Two years, suspended for illicit drug possession and negligent homicide," she said in an almost emotionless voice, "I hope you will be okay."
For that sentence I hated her. She probably thought I was one of the kind: "Damn it? Oh shit, I'm going to steal butts!"
But I didn't show my anger. I generally hated showing emotions, but I've always been like that. Torn inside, like a block of ice on the outside. Cold and aloof. I quickly realized that I was getting along better with my life. Although, I couldn't handle it that way. In any case, I had always imagined court hearings differently, probably because I watched too much TV. Barbara Salesch and whatever their name was.
You can't imagine how happy I was when I was finally out of this room. Of course, I had no idea that things would get worse then.
Two weeks later my parents were at the end of their game and came up with the stupid idea of ​​sending me to my brother.
"Maybe you are better off with your brother", they had said at the train station before they pushed me on the train. And now I, Sasuke Uchiha, was lying on my huge bed in the huge villa of my filthy rich brother, trying to prepare myself mentally for my first day of school.
My cell phone alarm clock kept getting louder. I smiled.
Metallica was a perfect fit for my situation and the fact that it was Monday today. The dumbest day of the week, followed by Sunday. Why sunday Well, because you wake up hungover and realize that the next day is Monday.
Tired, I felt for my cell phone and turned it off. Somehow, even after several attempts, I managed to overcome my weaker self, get up and stretch myself extensively. I hadn't got up that early in a long time. It was already annoying me because I had to do it regularly in the future. I ground my teeth in frustration. All because my parents no longer wanted to deal with the fact that their youngest son had drug problems and a human life on top of that.
Well no matter. Now I couldn't do anything about it anyway. Couldn't undo anything, no matter how much I wanted to.I yawned again and went to the closet and looked in the mirror. It sure sounds arrogant now, but I liked what I saw. A tall, sporty guy with light skin, jet black hair and equally dark eyes stood across from me. The only thing I didn't like was that my facial features looked almost feminine. It just didn't fit into the overall picture, but you shouldn't judge books by their cover. I admired myself for a while until I saw in the mirror how the door opened a crack and a head was stuck through.
Of course, it was none other than my 24-year-old brother Itachi.
In my family he was everybody's darling. A honey cake horse with a rather blunted logic. We were like day and night. I was clearly the night.
"Great, you made it out of bed by yourself, I'm proud of you," Itachi grinned.
"How can you be in such a ridiculously good mood in the morning?" I asked annoyed and rummaged in the closet for clothes.
Unasked as he had always done before, he came in all the way and spread out on my bed.
"You could use a good mood, after all, today is YOUR big day!" He exulted and emphasized YOURS with wild gestures. It's almost creepy at times. You could put him in a crowd of mothers on their children's first day of school right now. He would hardly be noticed.
My brother was simply put ... special. Most of the time we got along well, but we could also fight like the world champions. Love-hate speech was probably the right word. He just knew how to piss me off and he took advantage of that.
"I'm full of energy, brother," I muttered, rolling my eyes.
"You have as much verve as a slice of toast."
Did I already mention that unfortunately he likes to overdo it?
"You have a brain like a slice of toast," I snorted and hurled a hanger at him. However, he was quite nimble and dodged without major problems.
That damn dog kept messing up the day before he really started.
He finally left my room, laughing happily. His stupid laugh was heard even after he went down the stairs.

I was finally able to do my morning getting-ready ritual.
Shower, get dressed, brush your teeth, unsuccessfully persuade me that the day will be bearable and eat something.
Halfway ready and with a queasy feeling in the stomach area, I grabbed my bag and went to the door.

It was clearly too hot for this time of year. Sighing, I put on my sunglasses and set off.
The way into the unknown. Maybe the way to hell too. I didn't know what to expect yet.


Tbc
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So that was the prologue of my FF ^. ^
I hope I was able to make you want to read;)
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Cherio ~