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AN: Well, it's certainly been a while since I took to the keyboard and actually wrote something but here it is, my latest creation. I realise that this chapter is short but that was intentional, I plan on having much longer chapters.
Anyhow, that's enough babbling from me. Enjoy the story and please don't favourite without reviewing. Or even you don't favourite... I like reviews ok. :P
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Maybe I'd finally summoned up the courage, or maybe I was just weak, but I finally managed to swallow the last pill in the bottle. I could feel the drugs beginning to take effect. Everything went blurry; my body was numb and then everything just faded away. It felt like⦠falling asleep, only when I woke, I wasn't on a dirty bathroom floor anymore - I was lying in the sand dunes near where I lived as a kid. The one thing I could still recall from those days. The soft sand surrounding me, the sun like a blanket of warmth and comfort. This was where I wanted to be: my happy place if you will.
I was finally going to die, and then I could stay in those soft yellow sands forever. But it seemed fate had another idea.
My stomach churned as I felt someone's fingers slip down my throat. The bile burned its way up into my mouth as I choked and spat whatever contents of my stomach was left. I was back in the bathroom, alive. Footsteps caught my attention and I looked up to see the one who had condemned me to life. He was taller than me, with a head of shaggy brown hair and broad shoulders. He almost looked like...
"Dad," I spluttered, but he did not reply.
Everything went blurry again, but this time it wasn't the pills. I let the sinking feeling in my body win me over, and everything went black.
I woke up in a white room. I tried to survey my surroundings but all I could see was white. My throat still burned from the sick, and my head was throbbing. I tried to lift my hands but they couldn't move. Strapped down, I thought to myself. But why? Where am I? my quiet contemplation was interrupted by more white, only this time the white came in the form of a girl dressed in white, wearing a stethoscope around her neck. Probably an intern. She started shining a small torch in my eyes and I suddenly guessed where I was.
The flashlight stung Gaara's eyes, but after a few seconds his eyesight began to return to normal. He turned his focus to the apparent medical intern who was examining a chart while curling a pink lock around her finger. She flicked through several pages before turning her attention to Gaara. She seemed far too happy for his liking.
"Hi, I'm Sakura," she said cheerily. "Now, can you tell me your name?"
"Gaara Sabaku," Gaara rasped, his throat dry and sore.
"Very good," She replied. "And do you know where you are, Gaara?"
"The hospital, I guess."
Her cheerful expression dropped as she asked, "Do you know why you're here?"
Despite knowing exactly what he was here for, Gaara took another moment to contemplate his situation while the pink haired intern eyed him with caution. "I tried to kill myself," he said slowly. "I tried, and I failed."
It was only now that the reality started to sink in. Gaara had swallowed at least forty pills in his attempt to kill himself, and yet, here he was. Strapped down to a bed in hospital. He realised now why Sakura seemed so cautious in spite of her friendly demeanour. Shame began to claw at Gaara's insides; his head was swimming. He tried to cry out but the sound was caught it his throat. Why? he thought. This isn't how it was supposed to be. He began fighting his restraints, trying to break free. Everything was going wrong! He wasn't supposed to be here! A second nurse rushed over to assist Sakura who was trying to inject Gaara with something. He fought even harder as the second girl struggled to hold his arm in place. Eventually the two nurses won; the needle slid through Gaara's skin and delivered the sedative into his bloodstream. Everything started to go blurry again.
He looked to the doorway as his vision went dark and saw, once again, the image of his father looking through the doorway at him, though, he began to run when the nurses approached him. What is going on? Gaara thought to himself. But the thought had no time to linger, as a few second later the world turned to darkness yet again.
AN: Thank you for reading, hopefully you enjoyed reading my little introductory chapter as much as I did writing it.
Again, reviews, favourites etc. are all VERY much appreciated :)
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