I stared at him wondering what could possibly have driven him to kill his own mother. I mean sure I've had some pretty bad arguments with my mother, but at the end of the day I still loved her…even if she is a pain sometimes. I guess I must have been silent for too long, because he instantly left the room slamming the door behind him. I sighed, I guess I'll have to go find him then and make it up to him. Of course I don't agree with what he did, but I don't know the reason behind it yet, so I can't be so quick to judge. Who knows, maybe there's a reason behind it.
As I was walking down the halls I realized I had no idea where I was going. "All the damn halls and doors look the same in this place," I muttered to myself. "Ahhh, that's because you're not looking at it right," a voice said from behind me. I turned around to face the voice and saw a male doctor; he was quite tall with his hair pulled up in a ponytail. He stared at me with a calculating gaze, like he was analyzing me. Besides from the obvious doctors' uniform and the knowledge in his eyes, his posture and speech were almost…lazy and uncaring? "Oh great, I guess I'm in the Labyrinth now aren't I?" I huffed in frustration. The man chuckled, "Depends on the person really. But yes, not everything is what it seems in this place," he quoted. I stared at him getting more frustrated by the second, "So, are you going to tell me who you are?" He sighed, "Ugh, woman are always so troublesome wanting insignificant details. But fine, since you asked so politely, my names Shikamaru."
He stared at me as if awaiting a response, "Well..?" he asked. I looked up at him in confusion, "Well what?" I asked. He sighed as if it was too bothersome to even explain," Aren't you going to tell me your name?" I smirked, "Why do you want to know if it's such an insignificant detail?" He glanced at me, "Well, for one its common courtesy to give your name after someone tells you theirs." I smiled at him, "Weeeeell, you already made it clear that it's something insignificant to you. Therefore, I'm being courteous by not giving you such useless knowledge." Slight surprise registered in his eyes, "Hnn, anyway we should be going to dinner. I was sent to come get you from your room and to show you around a bit so you don't get lost." He started walking back the way he came, I ran next to him as to not get lost on the way. After what seemed like endless white walls and floors, we finally reached a set of light blue double doors with a sign labeled cafeteria on it. Shikamaru stopped right outside the doors, "You think you can handle it from here?" he teased. I scoffed, "Yeah I'm pretty sure I can walk through a door on my own." He grinned at me, "Well its two doors actually, but I see where you were coming from. I'll leave you here then. See you soon…Claire." I quickly turned around to question him on how he knew my name, but I found myself standing there alone. I shrugged and walked into the cafeteria praying they had some decent food and that I could find Gaara in here. I scanned the room and quickly spotted his vibrant red hair at a table alone. Huh, why is he all alone…how strange. I quickly got my dinner of mush soup and crackers and headed towards Gaara. When I was almost to Gaaras' table I was stopped abruptly by a loud blond, "Hey Claire! Come sit with us, it'll be fun!" he practically yelled in my face. I smiled not wanting to be rude, "Sorry Naruto, maybe next time okay? I'm going to go sit with Gaara." His face immediately fell, "Awww okay." His voice fell to a whisper, "Just be careful okay? There's something off about that guy." He quickly smiled a 100 watt smile that could have blinded someone and returned to laughing and talking with his friends.
I reached Gaaras' table muttering to myself about how Narutos' smile should be considered a weapon for almost blinding me. Gaara raised his eyebrow, well where his eyebrow would be if he had any, silently questioning my muttering. I sat down and attempted to eat my mush when I felt a death glare on me. I looked up and saw Gaara glaring at me like he was trying to make me burst into flames with that one look. "Yes? Is there a reason you're glaring at me with the intensity of a thousand suns?" I asked. He continued glaring at me before finally speaking, "Why are you sitting here?" he questioned. I looked up at him confused, "Why wouldn't I sit here with you? You are my roommate after all." He put down his spoon and looked at me with hatred in his eyes. "I saw the look you gave me earlier; you hate me and think I'm a monster." he seethed. I looked at him, trying to show that I did not see him that way, "Gaara I do not think of you that way, we all have demons and I'm sure there's a logical explanation for you doing what you did."
At that he quickly got up and grabbed my arm, dragging me down the halls back to our room, He threw open the door in rage and pinned me against the wall, slamming the door with the force. "What do you know huh? You don't know anything about my past, yet you come in here with your pitying eyes like some lost puppy telling me all this fake crap!" he growled. I swallowed nervously, "Gaara I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you at all. I just know that there's some good in you." I said the last part with a small smile. He smiled back, and for a second I thought I was safe, but then his smile turned to one of hate. "I could kill you right now and not even care, what do you have to say about that Claire?" I stared into his eyes shocked at his behavior and did the only thing I could think of to do, I hugged him as tightly as I could. "It's okay Gaara, I still believe you're a good person." I whispered. He stiffened at my hug and moved away from me to go to his bed. "Go to bed Claire." He whispered. I stood there and watched as he got under the covers and turned out the light. I slowly moved to my bed and got under the covers staring at the ceiling, still dazed over what just happened. After what seemed like an hour of me just staring at the ceiling, I finally fell asleep to the sound of Gaaras rhythmic breathing.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower turning on. I looked over to the clock and saw it was… 5:30am. Oh man, I'm going to kill Gaara when he gets out of the shower for waking me up so early. I groaned and covered my face with the pillow; waiting for my prey to come out. After about 15 minutes the door opened and I took the opening. I chucked the pillow at Gaara coming out of the bathroom; sadly Gaara caught it before it hit him. "Good morning to you too Claire," he said quirking a nonexistent eyebrow. I glared at him, "If you ever wake me up at the ass crack of dawn again you will feel my wrath." He shrugged and said, "Breakfast is at six thirty, you should be getting ready. Since its Saturday we don't have group activities or therapy." I groaned again and got my ass out of bed and dragged myself to the bathroom; all the while muttering about how much I hate this stupid place.
After my shower I found myself all alone in the room without even a note saying anything. Geez, he could have at least waited for me. I shrugged and made my way down the halls hoping not to get lost; unfortunately I did. "UGH, how does anyone navigate around here?" I screamed. I gave up after about 10 minutes and laid face down on the floor; as if hearing my plea for help, Shikamaru rounded the corner, spotting me on the floor he stopped in his tracks. " Good to know I'm not the only one that loses all hope and decides to lay on the floor and sleep all day." He said. I lifted my head and glared at him, "Ha. Ha. You know I wouldn't get lost if you did what you were supposed to do yesterday and show me around." He groaned, "Can't you figure it out yourself, you're a smart girl surely you can." After receiving no response from me he kneeled next to me and poked me. "Hey, are you dead?" he asked. I smacked his hand away and instantly got a brilliant idea. I gave him my best puppy dog eyes, "Shikamaru, will you pretty please carry me to breakfast? I'll die if I don't eat soon!" I cried. He sighed and helped me off the floor, carrying me piggy back all the way to the cafeteria. "Man girls are so troublesome…and heavy." He groaned. I smacked his head as he put me down, "Hey, be nice!" I said. He rubbed the spot where I hit him, and then curiosity filled his eyes. "Claire, where did you get those scratch marks all over your neck?" he asked.
After a failed attempt to look down at my neck I finally asked, "What scratch marks? What do you mean?" He moved closer pointing out all the spots that looked bad. "All right here, it looks like something was trying to claw off your skin." I shrugged not concerned at all, "Eh, I probably just scratched it during the night. No big deal." He began to walk away muttering something that sounded like, 'That's what I'm afraid of.' I rubbed the spots that he pointed out were scratched and walked into the cafeteria looking for my favorite red head. Again he was at the same table sitting alone, I decided to sit with Naruto today to give him some space. So after getting my soggy cardboard cereal, I headed towards Narutos table. As I approached the table, Naruto jumped up and hugged me, "Claire! You're sitting with us today right?" he screamed. I laughed and nodded, "Yes Naruto I'm sitting with you today." He jumped for joy and offered me a seat next to him and excitedly talked about how yesterday Saskue lost a bet and had to walk around in his underwear. Saskue huffed at the other side of the table, angry that Naruto told me. "Oh lighten up Saskue, it was all in good fun!" shouted Naruto. "Idiot," Sasuke muttered and returned to his food.
Soon after, breakfast was over and we all made our way to the day room for the morning. While walking to the day room I felt myself being yanked backwards. "Hey!" I shouted. The person dragged me backwards towards the rooms and pulling me into one. I turned around and it was none other than Gaara, looking mad and upset at me. "What?" I asked. He glared at me and crossed his arms, "Why didn't you sit with me today?" Surprised I answered, "Well I thought I should give you some space." He sat on his bed with a huff and looked at me like a sulking child, "Don't give me space," he said quietly. I glared at him, "Well after you're tantrum yesterday I thought you didn't want me around all that much." He got up and sat me on my bed and sat next to me and leaned his head on my shoulder. "I don't want to be alone," he whispered. I stared at him in shock and just sat there with him in silence. Soon after, he yawned and drifted off to sleep with his head on my shoulder. We stayed like that for what seemed like 2 seconds yet at the same time seemed like 2 hrs. After a while of sitting there, I started to feel my eyes get heavy and I fell asleep with him.
Suddenly I was being woken up by Garra furiously shaking me and looking down at me with concern in his eyes. I noticed he had my arms pinned down to my sides and was on top of me, holding me down. I felt my shirt wet with something I looked over at my arm and saw angry bleeding scratch marks staring back at me. "What happened?" I asked. Garra looked even more concerned than before and said sadly, "You did this to yourself in your sleep; I had to restrain you from doing worse. I didn't think you'd stop."
