Who am I? [Gaara]

Chapter 9

I fumble with my keys, trying to unlock the door. I feel like something inside me snapped. It's terrible. I can barely move. I'm cold. I feel drained and completely lifeless.

The walk home took longer than I thought it would. I kept tripping over thin air or stopping for no reason at all.

Finally, I manage to unlock the door. I walk into my living room and fall down onto the couch. It's dark in here, with only the moon illuminating the room through the dusty window. I look at my coffee table. It's covered in blood. This gets me thinking for a moment.

"Oh, that's right. That's where I treated Akamaru..." I mumbled to myself, not really caring. I can always clean up the blood tomorrow. Suddenly, I jump from the couch and race over to my bedroom. What is the time? I quickly look up at the clock. Right. Only it's only 11 pm. I've still got time at least. I crawled into my bed. I'm meant to go to the training grounds at midnight and meet up with that creep.

"What a drag..." I growled out loud looking up at the ceiling. And not just 'The Creep'. My whole life is a drag. Now that Gaara just... walked away, I... One day I was hoping to return back to the Sand, and maybe, just maybe tell Gaara about my feeling towards him. Today was a big day. I found out that Gaara was here, at the Leaf. I was so excited. I thought he would be happy to see me. But he just walked past me. He let me know that I'm no longer his friend. That he thinks of me not as a friend, but as a stranger. He walked away. At that moment, my whole dream was shattered. Living without a dream isn't living. It's just existing. And why exist when you don't get a kick out of living? I sigh.

"Oh well. Right now I need to get ready to go to the training grounds. Who knows what The Creep is planning? He might be some kind of elite assassin, sent by some other creep to kill me. Or maybe he's a friendly old man who will give me a lollipop and a pat on the back..." I murmured to myself.

Who knows? But I might just take the standard ninja tool pack anyway... I yawn and look up at the clock again. Only 5 minutes have passed. I might just take a quick nap and hope that nobody will come and assassinate me...

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~Flashback~

"Hey, Gaara! Pass!" I said enthusiastically. We are on the roof of the Kazekage's building, playing with his ball.

"Right!" He beams passing the ball. Suddenly, there is a strong gust of wind. The ball, which was coming towards me, is now flying over my head. I jump up to try to catch it, but unfortunately, the ball is completely out of my reach. I land, but...

"Yaaaa!" My landing is unsuccessful, and I find myself tumbling off the edge of the building. They need some rails here! My hands whiz around, searching for something to grip onto. My feet already have chakra pooled at the soles, so if I happen to meet the wall, I will be able to grip onto it. But it's like they've just moved everything away from me. There is nothing. Great. I don't want to go to the hospital! Not as a patient anyway! Just then, I feel sand wrap around me.