I bolted upright from the bed slash chair slash ground wherever I was. I was sweaty, it dripped around my face, all around my body, I could feel it and I could definitely smell it. (It was a gross experience, and something I don't ever want to experience again.) That's when I noticed where I am.
uM? WHAT THE HELL?
Green. Calm. Quiet.
Really quiet.
It was really quiet that I actually for a second thought that something was behind me, but maybe I'm just paranoid. I guess I'll never know because being the scaredy cat I am, I didn't turn around.
Somehow the nature of the forest calmed me as I tried to process through my existence.
Take a breath, take a breath. In and out. OUT DAMMIT. Good, good.
I grabbed the closest thing next to me, in this case, a tree trunk, with thousands of tiny, yet somehow so evil they'll kill you off with their biting.
"Ow! Ow, ow, ow, fuck! What are you guys made of? Lethal concentrated poison?" I screamed with all my might, because, damn it hurt.
I tried to rub my hand against my clothes, more like rags, which turned out to be a much, much worse idea because now, they started clinging to my clothes.
Awesome.
heY GUYS, OHEMGEEEE
*coughs* Act professional, act professional.
Hello People of the world!
I'mma just write the disclaimer because I don't really want to get mobbed by Kishi's army of lawyers.
Disclaimer: I don't own the most adorable thing in the world, Gaara. Or Naruto.
Warning: This story is on crack, so brace yourself.
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