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In a place far too lonely to be occupied, crouched a child. Her tiny figure rocking back and forth, trembling. She laid a desperate grip on herself, as if to be held by another. Her eyes wide and her face white with death. A continuous stream of tears leaked down her face

"I hate myself…" clenching her hair she looked up and squeezed her eyes shut.

"I HATE MYSELF!" Her tiny figure shrieked and moaned; the pain too unbearable.

There she was as she had been for as long as she could remember, alone. Letting others be oblivious to the pain she went through, too ashamed to admit it. Too self loathing to give herself a chance at happiness.

There sat a little girl in a place not to be sat, with tears that shouldn't have had to be cried, and words far too harsh for anyone of any age.

There she sat on the brink of insanity.

"Thump thump thump."

A teen sat taping her foot on the tile floors. Her body may have been in her desk at school, but her mind was far from. Waiting for that bell to ring, she sat lost in her mind. She had lost herself for a reason. For reason being fear of what she would find if it were not lost, locked deep inside her mind. Her face was blank, but her emotions were out of control. She was close to the edge; she could feel herself slipping with every fiber of her being.

'Calm down now Miranda…' She cooed to herself in her mind 'the bell will ring and then you can get help.'

She knew it was a lie. Mere words of comfort she had; the only ones she had. Nothing had changed from her childhood. She still stood alone, despite her beauty. She still thought alone, despite her brain. Her mind was aged far beyond her years, and it kept a distance between her and others of her age. Insanity is quite the ager.

All she had was herself, and the know how of how to take care of it. She had become her own specialist in order just to survive her relentless attacks of herself. She was her very own doctor.

She laughed at the thought. Cruelty ringing strong in her voice. She was gorgeous, she knew that. She was smart; she knew that all the better. Still, she hated herself. Not as much as in her youth; but hate none the less.

'To be gifted and be the only thing holding yourself back' Cruelty once again rang strong. She knew right then and there. She needed control of herself.

Now.

"Riiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg" Mindlessly she went to her locker with a blank face. She stopped to gaze at the mirror, to think of what she saw there.

Medium Brown-gold hair. Parted at the side and cut to frame her face. Large brown eyes that held emptiness far too large. Long lush eye lashes and a cute little nose. Her empty eyes roamed down, she could see her full lips; hued pink and begging to be touched. Her skin held not a flaw, she was careful to keep that one, washing her face twice a day. Her slightly chubby cheeks gave her an air of cuteness, but she was gorgeous, not just cute.

All of this was wasted on her, a flawed soul. Damaged for all of eternity.

She suffered from bipolar disorder for as long as she could remember. Not to mention a minor case of aspergers, making her social life all the more difficult to make into something.

Sorry for it to be all down and sad, but that'll change, and I'll introduce Gaara into the story soon. Right now she's just a normal girl living in the normal world, well, as normal as our world and she is. Yes, she addresses herself by her name, you'll understand more about how she thinks later on in the story. It'll all be explained Fell free to ask questions and make remarks.