((WOW! Second chapter, already! Well, sorry, but this plot bunny is simply driving me crazy. Just hold tight, this story shouldn't be too long…))
The day that followed was incredibly boring. Sakura was with Sasuke all day. I was stuck at my computer, doing practically nothing! After ten at night, I started looking out the window, listening carefully for any sound.
No one ever showed up to hang out.
The next day was a tiny bit better. I got to see my cousin, Neji. He amused me for a good five and a half hours. And every second of those five and a half hours, he used to try and teach me to play video games. After an hour with no progress, he gave up on some Halo game. Rock Band was easier.
He started me out on easy. Two hours later, medium. We played some others that I cannot remember their names, they had to do with zombies and guns. All in all, it was pretty enjoyable.
That night, under my window, was Sakura, Sasuke, and someone with red hair. I hurried out.
The redhead's name was Gaara. He was nineteen years old. Six years older than my thirteen year old self. We all hung out, I got to know the nineteen year old redhead a bit. We stayed in my driveway for the longest time, and then, Sakura and Sasuke had to go. I was invited to Gaara's. Sakura was all for it.
I was nervous. I didn't really want to.
I was walking with Gaara to his house.
I was pulling at my hair, chewing my fingernails, and biting my lip, the whole way there. We finally made it there after a fifteen minute walk that seemed like hours. He held open the door for me. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all?
We sat at his kitchen table, and I took out my change purse. I picked out two muscle relaxers.
"Here," he said, taking the credit card from me, "I'll do it." He got right to work, crushing both pills into two separate piles. I took off my hoodie, his house was warm. I sat there, just watching him, holding my chin in my hands with my elbows on his table, as he pushed the powder into lines. So many lines. He wasted no time, grabbing the straw and snorting half of his. Then he handed it to me.
He looked up from the pills at me. Looked at my arms.
"You need to stop doing that to yourself," he said, taking in the cuts and scars.
"I know," I sighed. He dropped it.
I leaned over the table and took two of my lines, giving the straw to Gaara again. He gave me a 'that's all you're taking?' look, and I just said, "I like to take it slow… I hate it when my nostrils start to burn." He shrugged, nodded, and then sniffed up the last of his pill. I took about ten minutes to finish mine.
"Wanna lay down for a bit?" He asked me, gesturing to the air mattress he had on the floor. I nodded, I was dizzy, I wanted to lay down so bad.
"Just don't let me fall asleep… my dad wakes up for work at three…" I said.
"Don't worry," he replied, "I'll make sure you stay awake."
So we laid down. Well, he laid down. I, on the other hand, tripped over the edge of the bed and fell down on my chest. I brushed it off, much too high to even care, as I put my head on the side, staying on my stomach, and tried to enjoy my buzz.
It wasn't much later that I felt his hands on me; he was rubbing my back. It felt nice, and I let him lift my shirt up a bit to reach more. He seemed to be having trouble getting to my shoulders, so I just took off my shirt, thinking nothing of it. I didn't think much of it, either, when he took my bra off.
He started tugging off my belt. I vaguely realized what was happening. "No," I said. "I-I… I'm on my period…"
"The blood will make it easier," he mumbled.
"No…" I tried to push him off. My tiny kitten paws were nothing against this giant lion. I was panicking, trying to push him off still, not succeeding. He took off his own clothes too, and tied my hands up with something.
I tried to scream, but it only came out as a weak mewl of pain. I was trapped, a little mouse stuck to the glue.
((Well… I'm getting ideas for this, so I'm writing more. Hope you like it. And, tada! Gaara has arrived! Review please? They make me happy.))