"Gizzmo, wakeup." She could hear Gaara's voice, it was one of the best things to wake up to, but she'd never let him know she liked him. He seemed to shun liking people, and she didn't want to be shunned by Gaara. Even after being here for at least five years she could still remember when they first met.

It was dark, she didn't know how she got in the dark or where she was. If it's dark it's supposed to be hot, but she could feel the heat, it was so bad she wondered if she had blisters. She was curled up, walls were holding her in the fetal position, no matter how much she kicked at the walls, or smacked with her hands, the walls didn't budge.

'What's my name? Where am I? Why am I in here? Where am I going? When will I get out of here? Will I ever get out of here? Or will I die in here?' Always the same questions ran through her head.

She knew she was naked, but didn't know what had happened to her clothes. Occasionally she heard the box make clicking noises, it sounded like a machine. She kept her eyes shut most of the time, the darkness of her eyelids somehow comforted her against the darkness that was the box.

She didn't know how long she'd been in the box, but one day she heard a voice, it sounded like a young woman. There was pounding but the box didn't do anything. The womans voice was muffled, but there was clicking coming from the top of the box, and then a hissing noise. Light poured in as the lid was removed. The light was horrible. She kept her eyes sealed tight, and heard the woman gasp.

She felt something soft cover her, but refused to open her eyes, she couldn't ask what it was because her lips were so chapped that the blood that dripped from them had dried them clung to the blanket with her little fingers, it was so soft and comforting, the air wasn't nearly as hot now that the lid of the box was gone, but she fell asleep without really wanting to.

When she awoke she was in water, and someone was scrubbing her down. Even though she was pitifully weak, she struggled against the hands.

'Calm down, if you don't get clean you'll get ill. What's you're name? Where are you from? Why were you in that damn box? What happened to you?' The woman from earlier bombarded her with questions. She didn't know how to answer any on them, so she didn't even try. She took the rag from the woman and feebly washed herself off. The rag was heavy when she put it under water to soak. She looked and saw that she had been shaved. The woman noticed her look,

'I'm sorry if it's a privacy thing, but we had to check everywhere on you for scratches or injuries that could be infected.' She merely shook her head a little and kept rubbing her skin. After she had finished the woman walked to the door, she had her hair in pigtails, and there were four. She grabbed a towel before returning to the girl in the tub.

'I'm Temari, if it helps you at all.' She said as she placed the towel flat on the edge of the tub. The girl tried to keep her dignity by climbing out of the tub on her own, but found she was too weak. Temari held her by her patheticly small arms and lifted her, gently setting her on the towel. Temari wrapped the towel around her and let her hold it up on her own.

Something in the water or soap Temari had used soothed her lips. She refused to let Temari see her look at her. She made herself unresponsive to Temari, who just lifted her, holding her and the towel to her side. Temari had carried her to a room with a nice sized table, there was food on it too. Temari sat her down and tried to feed her little bits of food.

Even though she was hungry she didn't want to look helpless by having someone feed her. She stared at the plate blankly as Temari prodded her lips with the food or her chopsticks. She refused to let Temari make any progress and focused on feeling her skin beginning to dry. She heard the door shut, but knew Temari was still beside her, she didn't look up, even when someone sat across from her.

'I think she might've been in the box for too long. She doesn't respond to much. Only when I was washing her. She also won't talk to me.'

'Are you sure she understands us? His voice was very soft, but it was low. It sounded natural, but like he kept it soft out of preferance.

'That's what's the strangest thing, you know the symbol on your forehead?'

'What's that got to do with her?' He growled.

'Well, she's got CAGE written on her neck.'

'Are you sure?'

'Positive, check it yourself Gaara.' Temari shifted the hair on her neck and let it fall over the girls shoulders. The boy had gotten up and rounded the table as she did so.

SHOULD SHE BE AFRAID TO BE TOUCHED OR NOT? I HAVE THE STORY SET IN MY MIND, JUST THROW ME SOME OPINIONS, I'LL TRY TO SQUEEZE THEM IN, IF I CAN.