My name is Sabaku No Gaara. I am 18. I have a brother and a sister. My mother is dead, my father beats me, my 'boyfriend' rapes, and I am threatened, beaten, and called nasty names at school. You can say i have an ok life.

Naruto, my boyfriend, was really nice when i met him. He was the only person who cared about me. Or so i thought. After we had been dating for about a year he got abusive. Aparently his best friend had a crush on me and thats why he rejected Naruto. His best friend died 3 years ago in a car accident. Sasuke Uchiha. I think i was paired up with him for a science project or something in freshman year. One year before he died. He was a pretty nice guy. Naruto blamed me for his death. It was something i was used to.

My father blamed me for the death of my mother. She had died giving birth to me because i was born prematurely. At 5 months. She lost too much blood.

Today i am in my room. Listening to the rain beating on my window. My sister's gun in my hands. Temari is a police officer. I think she and my brother are the only ones who would miss me. Maybe Hina.

Hina is a nickname for Hinata. She was my friend when we were small but she moved away to Suna in 5th grade. I haven't heard from her since.

I am staring at the gun. It is fully loaded. The safety is off. All i need to do is pull the trigger.

Finally. All this hate can be over. All my pain will be gone . It will hurt for a few seconds but it will be worth it. If i do this, i will have to feel pain again. It will all be over. The beatings, the rapes, the name calling amd threats. All of it will be gone.

I wonder, what was God thinking when he made me? Why would he give me this life? Was this some sort of sick joke? When i died would he apologized or would he laugh in my face for not being strong enough to deal with it?

I feel the tears running down my face. I normally don't cry, crying is for the weak. I realized not too long ago that i am weak. I can't keep ghis up any more.

Will people remember me? Or will they brush my off like a fly?

When Sasuke died people cried for weeks. They even had a funeral at the school. Will I be given such treatment or will no one even bat an eyelash at my dead body.

Father will be home in 4 hours. Temari in 3. Temari will be the one who fines my body. She might blame herself for a while because it was her gun. But she will soon forget her younger brother. Everyone will.

I pick up the gun and hold it to the side of my head. It is time. I have spent too long thinking. Its time to finally get it over with.

The front door opens. Temari is home. I hear her walkimg to my room as i pull the latch. The small click is a satisfying sound.

There is a knock at my door and sh starts to open it. It takes her a minute to comprehend what she is seeing. She screams for me to put the gun down to listen to her.

I stopped listening a long time ago.

She is running towards me, but it's too late.

BANG

I feel my vision darken as my body falls to the ground. My sister is crying. I am smiling. The pain is gone. My blood is spilling on the ground. The wall is covered in blood.

Temari is hysterical. Tyring to call an ambulance. Its too late. The pain is over. No more pain. I can finally breath again.