Gaara
I could see from people's eyes, that they don't want me to be here...alive. Obviously,they'd rather have me dead in the battle.Then they could blame that failure on me...without upsetting me.
dead people don't get upset...they don't kill anyone. That's why my "families" worked so desperately to get me killed.
fears, hatreds...hiding in those distant eyes...make me want to take them all out.
They hate me, because I'm not a normal person... or rather--to them--not even a human. they fear me, because I can't control my desire to kill... Desire? No, it's a instinct...developed to help me survive. I don't have a choice but to be other people's killing machine.
They...the people...forced me to be killing machine...
"where...where do you think you are going?"
"Don't get in my way..."
I stared at them...and they avoided my eyes. Nobody is willing to go near me...
...I...lived in the bottom of the hell...
"Gaara...Don't...where are you going? the elders are getting really angry..." Temari said.
And I can bearly believe what this woman said...does she think I care about those old geezers for real? I turned starting to walk away...
"wait! Gaara..." she held up her hand as if she's going to grab me, but her hand froze the one inch away from me...
I know that she's scared to touch me...and it seems that she's ashamed of that, after all...a normal girl won't be afraid of her little brother. Though I don't blame her, at least she tried to understand me... but she failed--just like anybody else...
My sand...it not only protect me...but also keep me apart from others...
In my memory...there's only one person really accepted me. he said...he fight to protect people he loved.
To fight...because of people i loved, people i care about...people who love me...Does such person exist? Where can I find him...
Shit! Too much questions...maybe it's time to leave and find the answers.
Maybe...if I leave this villege...and those distant gazes,I would find...My reason for existance, and hopefully--how to love.
Temari looked at me sadly... If this is the so called "expression of pity", i hope it ends soon...before I lost my patient.
"Gaara..."
I turned...and disapeared in my sand...
"wait...wait!Gaara!"
(to be continued)