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Song: Monster

By: Meg and dia.

Monster.

His little whispers, love me, love me. Gaara awoke to the sounds of his father screaming in the lower levels of the house, he cupped his hands over his ears so he wouldn't have to hear it. No, he wouldn't listen to the lies anymore, it couldn't have been his fault. . . not all of it. Not all the bad stuff his father was saying about him being a monster and that no one would ever love him. . . No one would ever want to be with a murderer, a killer. He sniffled and curled up on his bed tears threatening to fall from his icy blue-green eyes. "Why daddy, why wont anyone ever love me, I-i am not a monster daddy, I didn't kill mommy. . ." He whimpered "That's all I want, is for someone to love me, that's all I ask for."

The screams only got louder and he could no longer block the noise from entering his mind, corrupting his already messed up mind. He sobbed and stood walking around his room, the demon they placed in his tiny body trying to take over his body again, he lashed out his tiny fists connecting with the walls his knuckles bleeding from the beating they were being put threw, his blood staining the walls of his room, his prison. The need to feel something grew to strong with one false step he fell smacking his head off the wall falling into the deep darkness.

Creatures lie here looking threw the window. He felt eyes on him as he came to, his eyes shutting from the bright light of the hospital room. He groaned as his eyes adjusted to the light. They seemed so distant as if they were watching him from far away. No one wanted to treat a monster like him. He looked at the windows to see nothing but still darkness and the croaking of the ravens. He whimpered and looked around the small room for anyone that might be nearby. It shouldn't have surprised him that he was all alone, he was always all alone.

As the years went on he only got worse, he was violent, the demon inside him raged on in his mind slowly making him go insane. On one of his missions to Kahona he ran into a beautiful girl, her name? Sakura Haruno. He imminently fell for her. Her pink hair fell around her waist and her eyes were so green like a precious gem. They started going out. He seemed innocent enough, nice enough for her, little did she know there was a side of him he was hiding from her hoping she would never have to witness it.

That night he caged her. Bruised and broke her. He struggled closer then he stole her. Her screams filled the halls as he took away what she swore to keep sacred, what she promised she wouldn't give away until she wed. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he pulled away. She looked at him before grabbing her clothes and running from him, tears still streaming down her cheeks as he stood there confused. He sat on the bed the thoughts coming back to him, he would never be loved by anyone, ever.

How should I feel? How should I feel? He asked himself. He knew the answer before he had to think. I should feel like a monster, a disgrace to mankind, I shouldn't be here. He looked at his hands feeling the blood of his dead mother dripping from his fingers, even tho she died before he ever met her, and the blood of Sakura's lost innocence. He felt the anger swimming threw him flowing from his blood and lashing out in waves. He was a monster. There was only one thing left to do. . .

There's bath tubs full of glow flies. Bathe in kerosene their words tattooed in his veins They found him days later in his bathtub badly burned and dying with the word monster carved into his arm and the kanji for love in his skull. He was lost before they could even try to save him. . . Gaara died that day. . . but a small part of him still lives on with sakura in a form of a small red headed baby.