A single tear fell to the ground...
Followed by many more. He had been born with the damn beast inside him...so his village had deemed him as a monster as well. He never meant to do what he did. The deaths were all accidental. But try to get ANYONE to understand. The sand reacted to his emotions...
And the citizens had feared him from the moment he was born.
The bloody trail he left only added to it. People feared what they didn't understand, and who would even try to understand him? He had been dubbed as the demon of the sand...
Gaara sat on a swing of an old abandoned park. It had been two years since he had killed his uncle...and ever since...the streets cleared whenever he left the house.
His feet barely touched the ground as he pushed against it...swinging lightly.
He never meant it. It was never planned. The assassins just kept coming...and the small boy just lost it so badly then. He felt so hurt...so betrayed...so lonely. And increasingly angry when an attempt was made on his life. And the sand reacted violently to his feelings...
It just wasn't fair. Why did other people seem to have it so easy? Why should the other children get to know what love felt like? If he had to be this lonely...
Wasn't it only right that everyone should, too?
His own brother and sister feared for their life when he was around...
Sometimes it amused him...other times, it hurt like hell...
All alone.
Not a friend...
Not one soul to care.
Gaara slid off the swing and fell to the ground...
Curling into a ball as sobs shook his body...
