A/N: SCREW X-BOX, I PLAY OLD-SCHOOL NINTENDO?! DODODODO...I MUST BE EMO!

*AHEM!* Um..Yeah..sorry 'bout that? ^^'''

Yes, I know...I SUCK! DX But seriously, I've got so many great ideas in my head and NOW, AFTER 2-3 MONTHS I finally get to write again .___.'
Yeah, you remember that OMAKE I wrote? Worse shit ever in BaS! O__o'' *Having a angst-moment*

So, since my good friends started to yell at me to motivate my very lazy ass I got to write this X3
I really hope you guys will enjoy this alot more than you did before

OMFG, I GOT MY HITAI-ATEEEEEE~!

Oh yeah...It's told from Temaris Point Of View, yosh! *Singing really loud*

It's a mystery how you find yourself in your own Hell.

Sitting inside a cold room, being locked up in the darkness with no one to call out for help to. A headache so strong, you feel like pounding on it until it goes away or eases down. Having your knees so close against your chest, feeling like your about to burst.

The feeling of rejection. The feeling of disappointment. The feeling of being sick and just weak. Utterly and completely weak.

And the absolute strong feeling of hatred toward that one man.

My "father". Ugh, I hate that word!

For 4 years now, this man has been a constant pain in the neck. Keeps ordering around and yelling at us.

Our neightbors wonders too why we keep taking it all in and not doing anything about it. Well, the reason is simple.

Every day, a new bruise would land on my non-perfect skin. A new wound would bleed down my body. And why? Well, because I try to talk to him. And every night, I would be in my room with my little brother and older brother with me while that man is out drinking his ass off. Like I am now.

I looked down to my youngest brother, Gaara, who had his head on my lap sleeping peacefully. I wonder how he could be at peace so quickly. I combed his blood-red hair softly. It was such a shame. He was the youngest in our family, 15 and he gets ordered around like he was a robot or soldier. And he has the same non-perfect skin like I have. Black and yellow bruises all over his arms and legs. I pressed down small tears that were forming, as my eyes were looking at his scar on his forehead, formed as the Kanji that says 'Love'.

I looked up at my other brother, Kankuro, who had his head on mine half sleeping, half awake. Among the three of us, Kankuro had it worse than ever. Being picked at by 'him' was eating him up inside. He had cut marks on his arms and wrists, some of them still fresh and others left a scar. Many of them were 'his' doing. Other cuts were Kankuros own doing. Being 19, the elder sibling, was a hard responsibility. He wasn't very glad for the idea of having Gaara or myself away where he couldn't make sure we were save. He was like a bodyguard, when he was the one that needed the protection too.

Kankuro looked down at me a little curious. There was something about his glance. It pierced through me.

It was raw pain in his eyes.

"We have to end this..." I stated in a whisper, still combing through Gaaras hair. I felt Kankuro nod slightly and then grunt in agreement. "And I know how..." I closed my eyes tight for a moment and looked up at Kankuro. His intense stare at me told me he has some wacky idea, that might work.

"What if..." his deep voice rang out however it broke slightly as he continued, "after the funeral, tomorrow... When we come home...We smack him down and then run off screaming like gorillas?"

I had to snicker at that. He always has a way to make me smile or laugh. But he caught on something. Since our only relative, except our father, got murdered by him since he caught on to the abuse he put us through, is being buried tomorrow we had to make our move then.

I felt a light shift of weight on my bed. My eyes fell down on Gaara, who looked up at me with a confused look. I couldn't blame him. I had no idea how to plan this.

"What's going on..?" Gaaras small, light voice was heard. I looked at Kankuro and back down at Gaara.

"We're going to end this tomorrow..." I sounded determined and strong with my non-girl voice, which was deep and rough, but inside I was shivering as a wet cat, who's out in the rain.

Gaara woke up fully by that remark. He sat up slowly, wincing as he hit a small spot on his back. He looked up at Kankuro, who just stares at him and gave a small grunt in agreement, again. As Gaara saw Kankuro's intense stare, he eased down and lied back down with his head on my lap.

"We have to" we muttered at once. Kankuro looked out the window probably thinking the whole idea through.

Gaara looked up at me, curious and a little eased down. I had to smile a little at that. At some points, Gaara was so innocent. So pure. And his soul doesn't belong in Hell. To just get away from this personal Hell...That would be a dream. An impossible dream. But I have to make it true for my brothers health. And my own sanity.

I'm Sabaku No Temari and I plan on killing my father at my uncles funeral.