I never thought life could be so cruel. No, not life. I thought of a better

word to use. Maybe the right word would be people. Yes, people. Even though my father wasn't the nicest person to me when I was younger, it's not like he murdered his entire family whilst keeping one lone survivor to be tortured by such an event.

I sat up in my bed, thinking that I should really stop thinking so much. I looked at my clock that was on my drawer to the right side of my bed. It was starting to get bright and I would need to meet up with the rest of team 7 soon.

I took a shower and put on my blue t-shirt, white shorts, white socks, and white arm warmer. When I was done getting dressed, I walked over to my mirror and looked at my reflection. My black raven hair was stuck out in all different places in the back. It couldn't be fixed.

That was just the way it was. Luckily, it didn't look bad. I grabbed my ninja weapons and headed out to the training grounds we went to to get the bells from Kakashi as he tested us. Sakura was already there and Naruto came a few minutes after me. "You're late, dobe," I said while smirking at Naruto. "Shut up, teme!" He gets worked up so easily no matter what time of day it is.

While waiting for Kakashi, my mind wandered to Itachi and the Uchiha massacre. A feeling of rage filled my chest and I wanted to punch something. Just as I was going to ask Naruto to fight with me, Naruto and Sakura screamed "You're late!" simultaneously. I looked at Kakashi waiting to hear what sort of lame excuse he would use this time. "Well, you see I was coming here when I noticed there was a new Icha Icha book in the shop but all of the copies were sold out -" Sakura and Naruto interrupted with yelling, "Stop making up excuses!"

Kakashi walked over to pat me and Naruto on the head. He then proceeded to tell us that Naruto and I will fight with our new jutsus and techniques against each other while Sakura does the same against him. By the end of training, Naruto and I came out even. I clenched my teeth while glaring at Naruto. I'm an Uchiha. I should have on the ground in pain by now. I should be better than him. I'm getting no where at this rate. "Hey, what're you giving me that face for teme?!" Naruto's yelling voice snapped me out of it. He's right. I shouldn't be glaring at him. If anything, I should be glaring at myself. It's not his fault he's stronger than me.

"Well, that's it for today. Meet up at the same place tomorrow," said Kakashi rigfht before disappearing. Probably off to look for the new Icha Icha book. I gathered my stuff and went home before Sakura could ask me to eat lunch with her on a date. When I got home, I decided to make myself a sandwich. I got out a knife, cheese, a tomato, lettuce, ham, and white bread.

While cutting the tomato, I accidentally cut my left hand which I used to hold it. It stung but the adrenaline I felt due to the cut made the feeling of numbness go away. Now the only thing that mattered in the world was that I got cut and I needed to cover it before it got infected. I didn't even thing about Itachi and when I finally did, at the moment I felt nothing except adrenaline. This was my way to find happiness. I was sure of it. I just needed to get cut to feel it. Cuts would be easy to make and I could just as easily hide them with my arm warmers. All it would take is a few cuts and then I'd find my happiness and stop cutting myself, right? Wrong. I had just unknowingly dragged myself into a long unsuccessful journey to finding what I thought would be 'happiness.'