Two days later:
Gaara had set fire to his small bed and drug it out in the middle of the hall, as there were no guards around and he'd managed to break out -not that it was hard or anything-. He smiled and stepped back admiring his work until the fire alarm rang throughout the entire building. He could hear the loud foot steps above his head and the the panicked screams as they all evacuated the building. He smirked and watched as those on his floor were being escorted up the stairs. If he had any luck the mattress would catch fire to something and really burn the asylum down. Then he wouldn't have to worry about spending another birthday in hell. The bright flames reflected in his eyes menacingly and he started taking off clothing and adding it to the fire. As it grew bigger it eventually caught onto the flammable wall paint and the electrical wiring hanging from the ceiling, Gaara started to whistle a little tune after deciding he didn't much like the sound of peeling and popping paint.
"Are you crazy?!" Gaara's eyes flashed up from the wall and collided with much softer green ones. "Come on, we have to get you of here!" The fact that she was still there made him think she was even crazier than he. "Oh it's you. Good to see you!" He smiled and placed his hands on his naked hips.
"You're a monster! You did this?! How could you?! All of these innocent people you're trying to hurt- You monster!" Gaara's eyes widened and for a split second it seemed like he was talking to someone else. The nurse's small voice began to converge into a deep raspy voice. Her green eyes changed to brown, her lips curled upward, he had blinked and he was being stared down by his own mother -well the way he had remembered her-.
"You were nothing but a monster from the moment you were born! Damned to hell as a child, I never wanted you!" She screamed until her vocal cords gave out and it sounded like squeaks of frustration. Her face contorted in anger and exhausted cries, "I hate you, Gaara! Just go away!!"
A strong demonic voice made Gaara jerk out of his trance. In all truth it wasn't a trance, he had actually accidentally dozed off for just a few seconds before having unusual nightmares. He hadn't remember much of his mother, only what his dreams showed him.
He could see the corridor was dark and the only light was his man made magazine fire in the center of his cell. He stood up and walked over to the door. The hair on the back of his neck stood erect and he knew someone or something was creeping around- watching him. He could tell by the way his body tingled- his adrenaline was in a rush- and small noises began to echo down the cold corridor. Noises that sounded like an old place was just slowly crumbling as particle from the ceiling dropped to the floor. One specific noise was consistent, however:
Click.Click.Click.Click.
He craned his head to the side trying to figured out the direction in which the noise was coming from.
"What are you doing?"
His eyes widened and he jerked his head to the right to see the new nurse. She stopped in the middle of the hallway with a cup of coffee and no source of light. The only way Gaara could see her was by the glow of his own small fire. "What are you doing?"
"Staring down the dumb ass before me."
"Ahhh I see. Well you look beautiful tonight."
"You look dead."
"Thank you, Mrs. Haruno."
"It's Ms. Haruno, thank you."
"Oh what happened? A woman with as much charm as you should be real catch." He rolled his eyes, "Were you making that clicking noise?"
"You mean my shoes? Did I scare you?"She inquired sarcastically.
She had him there. "I just don't like high pitched noises."
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Silver Falls Asylum
FanfictionGaara has been locked away in Silver Falls Asylum for twelve years of his life. He doesn't remember much about his life before the asylum, however, the arrival of the new nurse (Sakura) seems to stir up some memories and a lot of other mysterious th...