A/N: I tried to write a deathnote fanfiction, but no reviewers :[ It did, however, spark this one. Hopefully this fiction makes people happy?
My third story about Gaara. I'm gonna try to write a new deathnote one though. Blah. I also wanted to show a different side of Sasuke.
I do not own the characters. The lyrics belong to Falling in Reverse.
Well i'm not a vampire
but I feel like one.
Sometimes I sleep all day
because I hate the sunlight..
I wish I had gotten more sleep. I'm so tired of waking up everyday to repeat the same old shit. Nothing ever changes, anyway. I turn the music up louder, then glance out my window.
I'm insane..
I can feel it in my bones
Coursing through my veins
When did I become so cold?
For goodness sake
Where is my self control?
If home is where my heart is
Then my heart has lost all hope..
Sometimes, I wonder if people have the same outlook on life as I do. If getting through one day is a job well done, but waking up the next morning feels like going back to hell. If people call you insane, just because you have a voice in your head. If pain feels good, but is numb at the same time. If school seems more welcoming then your house, but you hate it just the same.
God bless all of you now
Cause I'm going straight to hell
And i'm taking you down with me
Because you know damn well..
I'm insane
I can feel it in my bones
Coursing through my veins
When did I become so cold?
Someday, I hope to wake up feeling normal. Just like everyone else does. To go through a day that is a pleasure to go through, with friends that actually care. Slipping on my jeans, I shut off the Ipod dock and remove my Ipod. I shove my headphone in the Ipod, then in my ear. Might as well have music while I listen to my brother and sister talk about pointless shit that I could care less about, or have my father talk to me about how I'm worthless, and a monster for being born while my mother perished.
Fortunately, everyone is gone by the time I get to the kitchen. I must admit, I am running rather late. Guess I don't have to eat then, nobody is making me. I have to keep an eye on my figure anyway, Shukaku is telling me to do so.
I go into the bathroom and brush my teeth in silence, then smudge eyeliner over my eyes. The skin around my eyes are already dark, but I use eyeliner to cover the bags. Might as well try to make myself look halfway decent. Sighing, I glance at my phone. 7:55am. I'm late again, first period started five minutes ago. Oh well, I won't miss anything important.
I walk to the highschool with my headphones turned up loud. I ignore the glances from people. When the highschool comes into focus, I sit down on a curb and light a cigarette. I inhale deeply, then let the smoke curl around my tongue before exhaling. The nicotine calms me, and when the cigarette is down the filter I throw it in the street and begin to walk faster to school.
It's a pretty big building, it's gray and blue. The colors depress the living shit out of me. Maybe it's because they never change, or maybe because they are both so dull. Running my fingers through my red hair, I push the door open. I skip going to the office for a late slip and go to my locker, retrieving my health textbook and walking to first period. I still smell like cigarettes, so on the walk there I pop a piece of mint gum in my mouth.
"Red blood cells-" The teacher stopped as soon as I walked in. I glanced at him then took a seat in one of the last seats available. "Gaara, do you have a late slip?" Kids are already snickering.
"No." I look to the board, praying maybe he would forget and get on with the lecture.
"You have to go get one, otherwise you have detention."
"I'll take a detention." Not gonna lie, the principle scares me shitless. The teacher sighs then resumes his teaching. I can't even remember his name. It starts with a B, so I'll just call him Mr.B.
I get through the rest of the day without any problems. I keep to myself in school, sketching in my notebook or sneaking a headphone into my ear and listening to music. Sometimes I'll even nap, but that's rare. Lunch, I sit by myself and talk with Shukaku. I ignore the kids looking at me while I talk to him, because I know they can't see him. But I can.
I glare at the teachers door before pushing it open. Detention really blows, especially with this teacher. He takes away my ipod and sketchbook, then send me to take a seat next to some boy. I have to admit, the boy is fairly handsome. He has raven black hair, and a cocky smirk on his face when I sit next to him. His eyes are dark and alluring, and his hair is long enough to frame his perfectly shaped face.
I don't even know what I am thinking. How can a boy look handsome to me? I shake the though, then look away at the wall. I can feel the dark eyes burning holes into my neck, calling me to look at him. When I finally turn and glance, he smiles.
"Hey, I'm Sasuke." He whispers.
"Hi..Gaara." I whisper as well.
He simply nods then looks away. I'm confused, why would you introduce yourself then turn away? Makes no sense to me, so I talk with Shukaku in my head.