Disclaimer: I do not own any of Masashi Kishimoto's characters.
Pain. A four lettered word Gaara knew all too well. No, he did not know physical pain, but rather...just pain. There was no way for him to describe the pain he felt. It clawed at his heart, yet it did not leave physical wounds. It cut it deeply, but there was never any blood. Just pain.
No amount of medicine-medicine meant to patch up physical wounds- could heal this pain. There was a void inside his heart that grew larger and larger with each passing day.
It hurt, oh god, how it hurt. But what could Gaara do? He was merely a young child. This feeling was one he could not comprehend.
Love was the only true medicine that could heal this kind of pain, as he was told by his uncle. But, you see, that was the reason Gaara was forsaken to this pain. Who would love a monster like himself? The sand spirit inside of him drove all those around him away; his uncontrollable emotions were to be feared.
He once thought his mother loved him, but how could he? He was the reason she was dead. Nor could his uncle love him. Gaara was the reason his elder sister died far before his time. His father? Forget it. To his father, he was a mere weapon that had failed before it could be used. Everyone was terrified of him.
He was completely and utterly alone.
No one could love the demon he was.
So Gaara vowed to himself that if no one would love him, heal the pain residing in his heart, he would love himself.
The demon would love itself and only itself.
A/N: After taking a long hiatus, I'm back to writing! This little story popped into my mind. It's extremely short and I apologize for it. I do hope to get back to writing longer and more elaborate stories.
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.
-Bluekit5