Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

This story contains bad language, drug abuse, suicidal attempts, and sexual themes.

You have been warned.

Rated M.

Chapter One

Weakness

He wasn't weak.

At least, that's what he made himself believe.

Truth be told, he was a fool. A fool on drugs, an alcoholic, and he even smoked to ease the pain away. His past has come back to haunt him once again.

His father, the worst man in all of Tokyo, has returned.

That's not all. His whore of an ex-girlfriend broke up with him on Valentine's Day. When he was going to give her something special. To see if they could move up to the next step in their relationship. But it wasn't 'working out.' He came to find out she was cheating on him and was engaged to another man.

His brother had cancer, and was stuck in the hospital for only Kami-knows how long.

He was just tired of it all. His job, women, his siblings, and his father...

Fuck it, he was going to do it. He would end it, right here, right now. In his shitty one bedroom apartment just outside of Downtown Tokyo.

No one would miss him, he was sure of that. People died all the time. Just one painful leap from his balcony and he should be good.

With a sigh, Gaara grabbed a cigarette and lit it, inhaling a long puff of smoke, and then exhaling. His new infactuation with smoking will be his downfall eventually. Either that or the drugs and the alcohol.

Putting out the cigarette in the ash tray, Gaara proceeded to walk toward his balcony, his hands grasping the railing tightly. He remembered when he was younger and his mother would hold him to watch the lights of all of Japan shine in the night. He used to love it.

Until she was murdered.

That's when it all began. When he became a ghost. When he became a man who was struggling to get by with his dead-end job, and the low pay.

His sister didn't understand, wouldn't understand. And his brother was too sick to notice. Gaara hated his life, and always will. He wasn't weak enough to end it; didn't want to end it... but it was getting harder and harder to keep on going.

Slowly he sat on the railing and looked to the ground below. It wasn't that far, but even with all the drugs in his system, perhaps he wouldn't survive.

That was a chance he was willing to take for he was so very tired of this life.

Inhaling a deep breath, Gaara took the leap.

And he couldn't look back.

"Well, hello there sleepy head."

Her smiling face was the first thing he woke up to, that and a dimy lit room. He closed his eyes again in pain, wondering just where the fuck he was.

"I'm Sakura, don't you remember me? I'm your nurse for now. You gave your brother and sister quite a scare. Temari was going to see you, and she found you on the ground below your balcony! Luckily all that fall did was break a few bones."

Gaara sighed irritably and frowned at his nurse. Did his life fucking hate him? Did Kami hate him? What the fuck happened? WHY THE FUCK WAS HE STILL HERE?

As if reading his mind, Sakura sat down at the edge of his bed and looked at him, her eyes showing some sort of emotion, but Gaara couldn't tell what it was. He wasn't good with women or their funny ways of showing that they care. Screw it, he hated doctors.

"All those drugs.. and the alcohol could've killed you severely if you didn't get hospital attention. But.. we were able to save you. You'll be going to Alcoholism and Drug Abuse classes to help you get your life back on track."

He clenched his teeth. "You people don't know one fucking thing about me. You assume I'll be going to these classes. And you assume that I wouldn't try to kill myself again. You're all dead wrong."

Sakura squeezed his hand lightly. "Suicide isn't the answer... that is ultimately selfish. And who loses? You do... I know a friend.. he was such a good guy. But.. he had a horrible life. And one day, he just wasn't here. He hung himself in his garage, stating that he didn't want to live anymore. It effected his family, and it effected his friends. Don't you care about them?"

"I don't have friends and my family doesn't care."

"Your sister and brother do. Your brother has been worried sick, always asking about you-"

As soon as she mentioned Kankuro, Gaara zoned out. He wasn't in the mood to hear about how fantastic his older brother was. He was always in that shadow, always in the background. Sure.. they care.. of course they do...

"Gaara.. I'm here to help you. Believe it or not."

Of course Gaara didn't believe it. No one wanted to help him. They wanted to see him suffer.

He was a lost cause... there was no hope. No Salvation. Why should he bow down to Kami for forgiveness? He was the fucking Devil in disguise, didn't you hear?

She sighed softly and removed herself from the bed, proceeding to walk towards the door, and held the doorknob before she turned to look back at Gaara once more. "I'll be back with your lunch. You be careful..." With that, she was gone.

Sakura Haruno, was she that pink haired bitch that followed Sasuke around all the time? Oh yeah, he remembered her. She was annoying. A whiny little brat, who would follow Sasuke and Ino around, causing all sorts of turmoil for the 'emo' class.

That's what's wrong with society today. They were based on social classes.

Can't everyone be friends?

Oh right, they can't. Everyone is different. And to be different is shameful...

Ow, Gaara thought, rubbing at his arm. Oh shit, she stuck a f-

Before he could stop it, his eyelids felt heavy and he was asleep, for Sakura injected him with Anesthesia so he would get some rest.

Dammit, he was weak.

I hope you liked it. Please review, telling me what sucked, what didn't, if I should continue or if I should quit.

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-gaaraluver45