Hey Guys! I have decided that I'm just going to rewrite every chapter. I'm going to delete the chapters that I have, and update them as I fix this story! Please be patient while I'm going through this progress! Thanks so much!
Intro:
My name is Sakura Haruno, and I live a secret life that nobody knows about. I hide in the shadow of others, trying not to bring attention to myself. My hair is bright bubble gum pink, my eyes are a shade of green, that I'd like to consider as Jade. While these are very distinctive characteristics, these are not the worst ones that I have. My forehead stands out like a billboard, huge and something that everbody notices. My parents hate me for this, because everyone else in my clan is plan brown eyes, and brown/redish hair. I stick out everywhere we go. They say that I ruined their lives by being the way I am, which I don't really understand.
I keep myself on the downlow, trying to fit in. I do everything they ask, even if it's cruel. Yet it is never enough to keep them satisfied. My body is little and weak, from the abuse that it puts up with at home. I could barely keep up with anyone at the academy, and I suppose that's why everyone says that I should quit. That I'm not meant to be a ninja. Little do they know that I sport bruises under my clothes. More often then not a broken rib causing it to be unbearably painful to breath, let alone run.
My teammates think that I'm pathetic, my Sensei wants nothing to do with me. I am left to fend for myself. Naruto thinks that he loves me, but who he sees is not the real me. I hide behind a fake persona, so good that not even the Copy-cat ninja can see through it. I act all happy and giggly, but on the inside I am numb, there is no feelings left but self pity, and anger. Sasuke thinks that I only care about being pretty, while infact the makeup is to hide any bruising, and the dark circles that stain the underneath of my eyes. My long hair is to hide the hand print sized bruise marks on the back on my neck from my father holding me down while my mothers kicks in my ribs.
My name is Sakura Haruno the girl who doesn't know her place in the world. The girl who fights for her life every single day, struggling to keep breathing. The girl who's hiding a secret, that nobody every seems intrested enough to find out about.
I am Sabaku No Gaara, also knows as The Demon. The boy that everybody fears, because in fact I am a demon. I am a bloody thirsty killer, that has no remorse for anybody. I mean why should I? I only became what they molded me into. I love to hear their screams and plea's as I turn them into nothing but blood. They're all pathetic.
I am hated by all. I killed my mother while she gave birth to me. My siblings cower with fear everytime they are near me. My "father" has sent more assassins to try and kill me, than I can count. And I kill every single one of them. I enjoy watching their faces shift from confidence to complete and utter horror. It makes my day. What I truley am, is a weapon. A weapon that isn't useful. I was meant to protect the villiage instead I make it cower with fear.
I am Sabaku no Gaara, the jinchuuriki who has the 1 tails, Shukaku living inside of me. I am the boy who loves to kill. I know my place in the world. I am here to kill every single human besides me on this planet, making them suffer as they made me suffer. I am alone in this world, with only a demon to keep me company.