I Think I've Gone Crazy…(1: This Can't Really Be Real!)
*ring ring*"STOP CALLING THIS HOUSE!" I woke up to the song of my phone ringing for the 8th time tonight. "Who the heck keeps calling...it's 10:30 P.M., and if I don't get at least one hour of sleep tonight I'll probably kill some one in the morning! Sheesh! I just got to sleep and every thing!"*ring ring*"Grrrr…" I picked up the phone and made my voice a little sweeter so that they didn't know I was angry. "Hello…" "Hi! This is Marilynn, with the Funds For Illnesses Community!" Said a peppy voice. "Would you like to donate some money to help people in your area?" "Well, let's see….there is the fact that I'M ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD!" I said a little angrier. "Then could you please get your parents?" Asked the annoying caller. "I'd love to, but I can't…" I said back. "Why is that?" She asked. "Well maybe it's because…IT'S 10:30 P.M. AND THEY'RE ASLEEP RIGHT NOW, SO WHY DON'T YOU STOP CALLING SO THAT I CAN GET SOME SLEEP TOO, AND THEN MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, I WON'T HAVE TO PUT A POISONOUS SNAKE IN YOUR SHOE! SO GOOD NIGHT!" I slammed the phone down on the receiver and got back under the covers. Then I looked over at the foot of my bed to see my Gaara plushie staring right back at me. So I sat up and look at him.*sigh*"Do you think that was a little mean of me to just yell and slam the phone like that?" The plushie just looked at me with his never changing cold blank stare, he didn't nod, he didn't say any thing, he just stared.*sigh*"If only you were real. We might have some thing to talk about...but that will never happen. Like you, I'm alone in the world and I always will be..." My heart sank at the thought of my own pain. "Oh, well. Good night..." I picked up my Gaara plushie, hugged it, and then placed it on the side of the bed. Then I got back under the covers and drifted back to sleep.
I must have been asleep for a little while because when I woke up it was about 5:00 A.M. and it was still too early to wake up. Just then I fell some thing on my arm. I looked over to see...SAND! I instantly knew what was happening, either I was dreaming or my wish had come true. "Oh, shoot..." I was engulfed in sand and was floating right over my bed now. I looked around my room, trying desperately to figure out that it was a dream. Then my eyes rested on some thing in my room that was different, my Gaara plushie was gone, and there was another person in the room besides me! "Gaara..." I looked at him and a small smile grew across my face. Gaara glared at me. "Who are you? How do know my name?" The sand around me got tighter. I instantly thought of a plan. "I-it's a long story, and since you're about to cut my life short I can't tell you right now." I said quickly. The sand got even tighter. The plan didn't work. "Gaara, listen to me! I know your past! I know how much pain you feel! I know that you're sad and lonely! I know that demon, Shukaku, is sealed inside you! And I know how you're hated and feared, and how people cause you pain!" Gaara started to make the sand tighter and tears welled up in my eyes. "But I'm not one of thought people who wish to cause you pain! I'm probably the only one who even likes you! You've never known love, and I might be the only one who can show it to you! And by destroying me, you may never know what love is! But if that's what you want, go ahead and kill me! My whole life is a wreck any way! So maybe both of us will never know love! But if you let me go we could both be loved in this horrible world we call our lives!" I suddenly felt the sand around me disappear and I was back on the ground. I looked at Gaara who was on his knees gripping his head and heart in pain. It hurt me enough when I saw him like that on the T.V. but in real life it was too much for me to handle. I walked over to him trying not to cry at the sight of him remembering some thing painful from his past. I sat my self down next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "G-Gaara?" I said trying not to sound like I was sad. "I'm sorry for making you remember those horrible thing that happened in your past..." I put my hand on top of his hand which was on his heart. He stopped and looked at my hand. " It's just that I'm probably the only one who can help you, and-" he cut me of by looking straight in to my eyes, as if he didn't know what I was doing, and for a second I could see the anger in his eyes turn to sadness. "You're eyes..." He said, looking deep in to my eyes. "They're the same as mine. How is this possible?" I could feel my self blushing when he said that. "It's because we both lost some one...some one close to us, and we're both hated, lonely and sad..." I said. "But how did you know my name and know about my past?" He asked still staring in to my eyes. "Come on..." I said getting up and walking towards my door. "I'll show you..."
We were walking down my stairs. I walk a few feet ahead of Gaara, just incase my mom, dad, or little sister, Jana, were sleeping on the couch, awake watching T.V. or some thing like that. I looked into the dark kitchen. No one was getting any thing out of the fridge. Then I looked into the living room. The T.V. wasn't on nor was the lights, and I didn't see any one on the couch. So I signaled to Gaara to come in. We walked into the living room and sat on the couch. I picked up the remote, turned on the T.V., pressed the My DVR (where I record my Naruto episodes) button, and went to the Naruto episode with Gaara's past in it. The whole time that we were watching Gaara look really sad and constantly looked away from the screen. I wanted to just lean over and hug him, but I knew he would probably kill me. After all, he didn't like me the way I liked him, I wasn't even sure if he liked me at all. So I just moved closer to him.
Once the episode was over Gaara looked over at me with sort of a half glare. I got off the couch. "Well I'm going to bed..." I said, and then turned to face Gaara. "Are you coming?" "I don't sleep..." He replied coldly. "I know." I said. "I just thought that maybe if you stayed in my room for the night, you might have a better chance of not being noticed by any one..." That must have convinced him, because he got of the couch and fallowed me upstairs and into my room. Once we were in my room he sat down on my chair in front of my computer, and I got under the covers of my bed and fell asleep.