I wake up and realise that I'm starving; I haven't eaten since… well actually I'm not sure if they even gave me food in the hospital. I don't think I've eaten since then… I hop out of bed and march into the kitchen; on entering I pull open the fridge. I reach in to grasp something but a sharp, irritated voice interrupts me.
"It's a bit late isn't it, or do you not care that you're failing most of your subjects," comes my mother's arrogant voice from behind me. I swivel my head around to look at her, I look back into the fridge, my eye catching on my unbandaged wrists.
I walk out of the room and head for the bathroom, before locking myself inside. I turn the nob on the shower and a jet of cold water floods out, almost at the exact point as pointless tears fall from my eyes. Why is she here? I mean I know it's her house, but I didn't plan on having to see her, yet. I undress before standing under the shower and letting the cold drops pierce my skin. On exiting the bathroom I rush into my room and sling on some clothes (black mainly) and a black and white striped jumper, concealing the newly torn skin. I put my English book in my bag, with a few pens and as per usual my MP3 player (which currently only has half a battery) and an extra set of clothes and random other crap. I yank open my window and swing on leg over the ledge and drop half a foot onto the ground, I swing my other leg over as well before running out the side gate, passed the dying garden, and round the corner of my street.
I guess you could say that my mother and I don't get along very well. She calls me an accident I call her a whore. I swear it was a shotgun wedding, no way would my mom and dad be together otherwise, the only thing they have in common is their hate for me. I lean against my neighbour's fence and slide down it to sit on the ground. My fingers start rapidly tapping at the keys on my mobile, I press send and wait for the 'send complete' to pop up on my screen. My stomach groans in hunger and sends me a slight stabbing pain.
I wince and stare over my shoulder at the pathway going away from the direction of my school; two guys and a girl are standing along the fence of the next block over. One of them whistles at me but I shake it off and stare past them. Within 20 minutes a redhead with dark rimmed eyes walks around the corner of his street and waves shyly at me. One of the boys, Zaku steps forward and blocks Gaara's path, they say a few things to each other but I can't hear them. Gaara laughs loudly at the boy, which in return earns him a strike across the face. His cheek reddens instantly, and his brows furrow, I hop up and walk towards them quickly. Gaara pulls his fist back and rams it into the other teens face, knocking him over. He starts to walk to me but the girl (Kin… I think, she is in my music class) grabs him by the arm, he turns and glares at her, she flinches under his death stare.
"Don't touch me," he growls at her, she lets go instantly and falls into the other boy (Dosu's) arms. Dosu wraps his arms protectively around Kin and glares at Gaara.
"Leave," He mutters, Gaara complies and walks over to me.
"Hey," his lips curl slightly, before frowning again, "What's wrong?"
"I just didn't wanna be at home," I mutter, he glances over at my house, noticing the car in my drive.
"Fair enough, you eaten yet?" I shake my head once in response. "Neither, let's go eat," I nod and we walk along my street and towards the shopping district.
"Gaara, its 8:30 there won't be anything open," I remind him once we're only a few blocks away from the café's.
"My brother works at the café next to that music place,"
"You have a brother?"
"Mm," he mumbles, "Kankurou,"
On arriving there he kicks the roller door a few times, hard.
"WE AREN'T OPEN YET!" calls a loud voice.
"Give me some food asshole,"
Good family ties right there.
"Gaara?" The door rolls up a bit and Gaara slips under it, I follow his lead into the musky little coffee shop. His brother is taller than both of us and has purple face paint on; he has black jeans and a big baggy Cradle of Filth t-shirt on. He looks from Gaara to me and then back at Gaara, he raises a suggestive eyebrow but Gaara's face remains sullen. He raises his hand in a peace sign to me.
"Kankurou," he says in greeting.
"Sakura," I smile at him nervously then my eyes linger on the face paint. "I like your make-up,"
"Ha! Surely you jest," he says in an ye olde time voice, "I'm not that gay, it's tattooed on,"
My jaw drops slightly, all of that was tattooed? His grin glints and Gaara smirks at me.
"That shit's permanent?"
"Mm, you know Kiba?" I nod, "Yeah he's my tattoo brother, we went and got ours together and we have matching ones on our-"
"She doesn't care about your boyfriend Kankurou," Gaara's eyes look harsh. Kankurou scratches the back of his head and blushes lightly, he turns and walks into the kitchen
'Kiba's gay?' I mouth at Gaara and he nods subtly.
Kankurou emerges a few minutes later with two ramen cups; he shoves them into our hands before ushering us out coz he had to clean or something. He smiles nicely at me and nods in Gaara's direction before slamming the roller-door shut.
"I walked in on him and Kiba last… Tuesday," he shudders slightly as we walk away, snapping the chopsticks apart and pulling off the lid that keeps the hot air in. He takes a mouthful but I pause before continuing walking.
"Did I see a picture of Temari on the wall in there?" at first he doesn't reply but then he nods once. "She was really pretty," I say thoughtfully, he nods again. I eat some ramen before almost choking when he addresses me.
"Do you know how she died?" his eyes were stone cold and he stood still staring at something.
I shake my head, "Only people in her grade got the assembly, I heard it off a friend in her grade,"
"She hung herself, and guess who found her," his eyes were actually welling up this time. My eyes open wider a bit and he turns to me, a single tear trailing down his cheek. I reach out and take a hold of his hand with my free one.
"Why?" He asks blankly, though not hesitating to hold my hand in return.
"Everything's better when someone holds your hand," I almost smile as i murmer out the frist thing that comes to my head
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It's actually war make up in the actual series so yeah… don't reference that.
Kk I don't really have the time to put in all my reviewers coz I just got this back from my edity person (Dan) and I gotta go so I thought I'd post it. But thanks as always
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