WOoT! i have a new chapter up and i love it! this is probably my best work ever! thanks to the people who reviewed! you inspired me to continue the story. honestly i was thinking about discontinuing this story because i never got any reviews. but i got 2 so that got me excited that peoople liked my story. Well... ON TO THE STORY!!!
disclaimer: I DON'T OWN NARUTO! (but i am saving up)
Gaara's life had never been the best. His mother died at child birth, and his crazy, alcoholic father blamed him for it. He hated being home alone with him, but since Tamari went to collage and Kankuro finally got a girlfriend, it was inevitable that Gaara was at home alone with his father for a couple of hours. When he stepped inside his house, he was relived to see that his father was passed out on the couch. As he started to walk up the stairs, he started to think about the boy he had just met. As soon as he heard the squeak of the 13th step, he realized his mistake.
"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FAGGOT!!!" screamed his father.
Gaara ran as fast as he could toward his room. He had just put the padlock on his door when he heard the knife his father was holding hit the door.
Shit that was close... he thought.
He flopped on his bed and plugged in his headphones. He turned it on to his favorite song, To Be Loved by Papa Roach. At least Jacoby Shaddix understands me…, thought Gaara. He opened the drawer on his bedside table. He reached in and immediately found what he was looking for. He skillfully flipped the knife open. He stared at his right arm for a moment then decided that he would just put it on his inner fore arm. He dragged the knife slowly across his skin, savoring the pain. This was his release. When he got frustrated, depressed, or angry with him self, he cut. He didn't know what would happen if he just pent up all of this emotion. He didn't want to risk it. Despite popular belief, Gaara wasn't suicidal. He used to be, but that was before he met Naruto. From the start Naruto tried to be Gaara's friend. At first Gaara was suspicious. He had a friend before, but that was just because his "friend" had lost a super bowl bet and was forced to be Gaara's friend for a month. High school blows. All it seems to be is homework, drama, and drugs. I'm just lucky I haven't been pulled into drugs…. He looked at the clock and realized how late it was. He barely had time for a shower and then he was of to bed for what he though would be another sleepless night, but instead he was greeted by sleep instantly. As he sleep, he dreamed of a certain raven-haired boy….