Lonely Desert

Past beatings

"W-why do they call you t-that?" Gaara whimpered looking at the ground before his gaze settled on me as I turned my head around to face the small redhead. His seafoam orbs glued to mine as his head slightly tilted inquisitively.

"Well, we're you ever told about the second jinchuriki of the sand?" I said excitedly with the touch of jazz hands because why the hell not? Gaara slowly nodded, his facial expression signifying he was deep in thought. "I'm ya man! Well girl, but that's beside the point, anyway that's me!" Let's just say he looked very surprised to say the least. His small mouth gaped at what I had said before, he grinned, eyes closed, and began to speak.

"S-so you're like me? You're different and alone in this cruel world, just like m-me right?" Gaara stammered out, his words slurring together, barely understandable. According to the Anime, The only one who had shown him any love was his uncle Yashimaru who betrayed the poor child as per the Kazekages orders. I wouldn't be like Yashimaru, I would never abandon a friend! Speaking of which, I swear I remember mentioning something about this in my previous life.....

-flash back-
"Oh Gaara you poor child! If I were with you I would never turn my back on you or abandon you!" I squealed while anime-crying over the flash-backs of Gaara's traumatic childhood.

I had finished the episodes explaining what happened during Gaaras past for like the fifth time this night, yes replaying the same episodes over and over again to re-break my already fragile heart. Naruto was my only escape from reality since reality is full of pain and suffering, or so says Pain, hehe.

During the time I was bawling my eyes out over the scene that was unfolding in front of me, the door to my room burst open, hitting the wall with the back of the door handle leaving a small indent in the wall where the door handle hit the wall. Oh no.... It's my mother, this can't be good. As soon as I saw the look on her face, I knew it couldn't be good and I was in for a beating.

Hiding my cheap Optus phone under the cover of my torn blanket, before racing to the opposite side of the room to her backing as far up onto the wall as I could, not that it would do much because she would get me either way. I began to scream so I tried to cover my mouth to stifle the sound. "SHUT IT YOU LITTLE SELFISH BRAT!! We don't want the other people of the apartment complex over here now do we?!" She creepily stated, her words coated in a thick layer of venom as she grinned, hair covering her eyes so all you could see was her smile.

Staring in fear I quickly stumbled into the nearest corner of the room as she slowly edged forward towards my small frail body. I was shorter and thinner than most 13 year old girls. This also meant I had a massive disadvantage. Laughing hysterically she pulled out my fathers old work belt, to most likely hit me with. I know this happens whenever my mother is angry, which is often, but that doesn't make it any less painful and scary. "YOU LITTLE WRETCH! YOU'RE THE REASON YOUR USELESS REAR END OF A FATHER DECIDED TO UP AND OFF HIMSELF!! YOU'RE THE REASON HE LEFT ME! I WISH I HAD NEVER HAD SUCH A MISTAKE OF A CHILD!" I shed a single tear at the mention of my father.

He left for another woman before but after a few years decided to jump off a tall cliff into the water below, the police didn't find his body until at least a week later when it had drifted downstream towards a small town not far off the coast.

I missed him a lot. He may have had an alcohol problem but he wasn't as bad as his ex wife. They hated each other but couldn't do anything about it because it was a force's marriage which both sides agreed to as my father was very well off and this meant my mothers side of the family would be able to live better lives as they were not so fortunate.

While my mind drifted I didn't notice my mother had approached me until I felt my hair roughly yanked on and was forced back to reality. She began to hit me and muttering things to herself. Of course I didn't give her the satisfaction of crying or screaming whilst she beat me to a bloody pulp. If I had the urge to yelp or cry I would bite my lip or tongue making it stop. This continued for a solid 20 minutes before she exited the room slamming the now broken door behind her, leaving me to patch up my wounds. This happened quite often as the pain became to much for her so she would take it out on me. I was helpless to this because I was never strong enough.

I wanted to be like Naruto or Gaara, they were strong inside and out  which gave me the courage to continue living with my mother. Naruto never gave up, I wanted to be like that, no matter what situation Naruto was put through he always came out better and stronger. Whereas Gaara was tough and didn't let anything get to him, I wanted to be like that because everything always seemed so painful but if I let it get to me it would just make everything worse, but if I was as tough as Gaara it wouldn't hurt me! They were both my role models.

After entering the bathroom I began tending to my wounds starting with the bloodied ones as they could get infected and I didn't want my bed to have more blood than what already stained the covers. When I finished up cleaning out my wounds I headed to bed and cried myself to sleep.