May 11th, 2009

She was sitting at home.

In the middle of a school day.

And there, she sighed and watched tv in disdain.

Something new had happened.

Not necessarily good.

She was hearing things.

Voices.
Many of them.

Crowds of people yelling, whispering, at her, telling her horrid things.

To kill herself.
To kill others.
She was worthless. She was stupid. She would fail school. Her friends didn't like her. In fact, they hated her. That she would be made to feel like a complication in their lives.

That her parents were sick of always having to take care of her. That when she called her mother, they spoke in her ears that her mother was sighing and packing her bags, wishing she wouldn't have to pick up her insane daughter.

Hasame slapped at her ears, plugged them, rubbing the inside to rid of the voices. But it took her almost half an hour in absolute silence to realize the voices were in her head.

And when she did, fear spiked up her throat.

It scared her. It scared her that these voices were happening. That they were saying these terrible things. That these voices were a subconscious of her brain, and that she had these thoughts.

She tried drowning out the voices by blasting music, covering her face with a hood and smothering any outside noise. But it wasn't working.
Tears had welled up, and before she tried yelling to get rid of them, Natalie touched her arm and got her attention.

And she went to the health room. And the principal called her parents. And her mother took her home.

And Hasame….was tired. Too tired.

Gaara watched her out of the corner of his eye as they watched television.

He had met Hasame's mother finally. After four years of being Hasame's friend, he felt it strange to meet the woman face to face who had given birth to the girl.
She was a curvy, heavyset woman with flaming red hair and bright blue eyes; much like Hasame's. A strong woman, Gaara figured that's where Hasame's stubborn pride came from.

With the handshake, Gaara looked down at the mother and felt as if she was thanking him for being there. For being her daughter's friend.

Hasame stood up and walked out of sight abruptly, but Gaara had gotten used to this. She had done it at least four times in the past two hours.

She came back, this time wearing a sweater and sat down beside him, curling up in a ball.

"Cold?"
The girl nodded sheepishly.