I still remember that fateful day when I met her. She cured my pained heart and left me with memories that I wouldn't want to lose.

The sky was gray as I was sitting alone on the swing, swinging back and forth back and forth to the sound of the pattering feet of the children playing soccer. I was left alone though, not wanted in the game. So I held on tight to the bear I was holding, and pushed myself softly, back and forth. Back and forth.

The wind began to push harder now, and I heard the sad cries of the other children's voices against the wind, "What should we do? We can't use the wall climbing technique yet."

I lifted myself from the swing and stood up, the sand came out and the ball was lifted down from the cliff.

"You're..." they began to say.

I looked at them, and then back down at my feet, I was scared.

"Here..." I said, holding the soccer ball towards them.

"It's Gaara...Gaara of the Sand," one of the boys said with eyes widened in fear.

"Run!" another shouted and began running from me.

The pain in my heart grew deeper and harder to bear as I saw them run from me.

"Wait! Don't leave me alone!" I cried out.

Then it happened, the sand I was desperately trying not to use came out again. This time it held two children and dragged them towards me. I don't want to be alone anymore. I was getting angry and the sand tightened its grasp on their ankle. As it closed in to attack the girl, Yashamaru stepped in and stopped it.

"Gaara-sama, please calm down," he said to me.

I hung my head in shame and saw what I had just done. Four children were lying on the ground, unmoving and the girl was shaking in fear. The wind began to blow again, and I let the coldness sweep around me, it felt good to feel something, even if it was just the wind.

As Yashamaru and everyone were sent to be treated, I went back to the swings and sat down again, swinging back and forth to the beat of my own heart. It was getting dark and as I sat there still swinging, shecame to me, shaking at first, but looking bold. I took a glance at her and sighed.

"Don't come near me, I might hurt you," I warned her.

"I'm sorry they made you mad," she said, ignoring what I just said.

I looked up at her this time but couldn't see her face, just the shadows. The sun had set now. Standing up, I noticed she didn't back away or stare in fright and had ceased shaking.

"My name is..." she began to say, but I cut her off.

"You're not frightened by me?"

She shook her head.

"I have to go eat dinner now, good-bye Gaara. I'll see you tomorrow."

With that said, she ran off and I stood there staring at her back and her hair that flung wildly whenever she took a step. My heart raced, someone in this world isn't afraid of me!I thought as I ran to where Yashamaru had been taken to. I was taken to Yashamaru's room to wait for him and I saw the picture of my mother, she was young and beautiful. But she had died giving birth to me, that troubled me greatly that I had killed my own mother, but I couldn't change the past.

Taking hold of a dagger, I tried to pierce myself, wanting to feel what pain was like. But each time I was about to cut myself, the sand came between my and the metal, each time blocking it. Just when I was about to try again, Yashamaru came into the room and scolded me. We had a long talk about pain and love. Yashamaru told me that love could heal the pain in my heart, just like how medicine can heal physical pain. I was determined to get love even though I didn't fully understand what it was; I wanted it to make the pain in my heart stop.

The next hour, I ran down the quiet street to the boy's house that I had hurt. I wanted to help him stop the pain I had caused him, but when I held up the bag and he saw me, he looked at me with disgust and hatred.

"You monster..." he shouted as he slammed the door in my face.

My plan of easing someone else's pain had failed and I trudged to the top of a building and sat at the edge of it. Scolding myself about what Yashamaru had said. Just as I was about to get up, someone attacked me, but thankfully, the sand protected me.

Anger built up in me again and I hit my assassin. When I uncloaked him, I fell to my knees. Tears began pouring out of my eyes, "Yashamaru…"