The Confessions of an Idiot

Enter: Gaara

TaurenLeaf

There was that one client...I remember him very clearly...

That kid—red hair, an ugly tattoo on his forehead, the one with the awkward punk look… Someone should have told him that Good Charlotte had been over for a long time.

And the sand! Oh how I hated it, it was always around in that gourd of his. He seemed to be incapable of taking it off. And yeah, I have asked many times, but he always snapped back at me, saying how I just wanted him defenseless...the freak.

He was always breaking down; always fighting over control of his own body. Dude. Next time, leave your demon at home.

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"Sutar-san."

"Yes?" I replied, hoping that he would just pay me the 50 dollars and get the hell out of my face. But, no…he had to go on. Stupid 'no time-limit' guarantee of my stupid company. Stupid.

"It's about my teddy…"

"Your teddy," I repeated, as if I would if I'd had cared. Now I feel I should have listened; then I would've known what he was talking about.

"I miss him…" He had practically moaned it. "My father took him away from me…"

"And how do you feel about that?" A very nice line. You have no idea how much it's gotten me out of, I would have never have gotten this far without it. As long as you say it, people actually think you're doing your job. Is it my fault I would rather listen to my iPod?

"I feel…sad," the boy sobbed. Okay then, he's definitely not punk. Rather emo, I think. And that has never been 'in'.

"Why, Daddy? Why did you have to take away my only friend? He was the only one I didn't want to kill…"

I yawned. Oh my god, he didn't hear that, did he? No—his cries should have covered everything within ten miles…

"Daddy! Just because he got covered in blood one time!"

Hmm… interesting…I wonder if he knows his father is dead…? How sad.

"—it doesn't mean he's dirty! I made that lady wash him until her fingers were pruned! He was clean!"

I started to draw on my notebook. The image in my mind was of a dog, but out on paper, it looked more like a horse. I think I'll name it 'A Horse-like Dog'. Another tip: as long as you jab at the notebook, they don't notice a thing.

"I want a new one! With and fluff and fur!" he proclaimed. Quite loudly too; I nearly dropped my picture. That wouldn't be good…

"The Build-A-Bear Workshop is just around the corner." I quickly recovered, smiling sweetly. I better get a discount there for this; I don't usually do favors—not even for my niece (I think she's had a crush on the manager there since she'd gotten the job). What's happening to me? It must be this job….I've gone soft…

"Thank you," he wiped his face on the pillow. His snot and tears…all over my pillow! Ew.

"I feel like I'm actually being listened to here" he said, getting up to leave. Good, as long as you 'feel' that way, my job is done.

I sat back in my chair. Another 50 bucks earned, who needs a husband now?

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As I stared at the computer screen, trying to recall more memories, I wondered, why did I quit that job anyways? This gossip magazine doesn't pay half as much…

A/N:

TaurenLeaf Primary- And that's only the first one! Since these are going to be short, we might finish the whole collection in a few weeks! We're going to take requests for upcoming chapters. (Ahem…..yes we are, aren't we, Secondary?)

TaurenLeaf Secondary- UH… Sure, whatever you need to tell yourself.