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Chapter 2: I have
✨c r i p p l i n g  d e p r e s s i o n✨

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"Ayo wait, you can see me?"

Waitwaitwait pause. What?

But.. it's not like you didn't die. You remember it clearly. You can remember the feeling of 15,000 pounds hitting you at full force.

You can remember your snacks falling out of your hands and hitting the pavement underneath.

You can remember your body being slammed onto another surface, crushing you in-between it and the truck.

You can remember how that wasn't the thing that killed you, no. It was the fire.

You can remember how you were still conscious when the truck was set in flames.

And man, could you remember the feeling of the heat.

The flickering light of the flames slowly crawling up your arms, consuming the flesh upon them, burning and burning andburningandburni-

Breath.

Well, now that you though about it, you weren't exactly a ghost. Or, at least, the traditional version of a ghost or spirit.

Your skin felt warm, and you could feel the itchy traces of sand covering the underside of your arms. You could hear the beating of your heart if you concentrated enough, and your skin certainty wasn't transparent.

Still, you weren't gonna rule out the possibility that you were just a hyper-realistic ghost. Who knows, maybe you really were dead and the guy in front of you -Gaara - could see spirits.

Speaking of Gaara, he was having his own internal struggle; his sand didn't immediately go to kill you.

In fact, Mother was being cautious.

And he could now see why.

You see, he couldn't sense you even when you both were near each other. There was nothing for him to sense.

You had no chakra.

See, chakra limitation was possible. It's a fairly common skill many (with enough practice) could do. The problem was, if someone tried hard enough they could still sense the smallest sliver of your chakra. Complete chakra suppression, however, was a skill limited to few.

The chances of someone your age knowing how to do that? About as non-existent as Sasuke's childhood.

Unless you were a prodigy?

Yeaahh, no. He immediately discarded that thought after looking you over again.

Barefoot and with your hair disheveled, your clothes had tears covering them. Several patches of dirt littered across them and your skin, making it look like you took a tumble down an especially steep hill and landed in a bush.

Not to mention the blotch on your cheek that looks suspiciously similar to dried blood.

Did you survive an ambush or something?

I mean, that could explain why you look like shit.

You paused your train of thoughts, feeling strangely offended. Shrugging it off, you tried to suppress a huge grin.