High school for the broken and stupid
Welcome to my life
A red headed teen walked with his shoulders hunched slightly through the cold weather. His street was dark, relatively speaking. His house was a small fully attached bungalow wedged between other bungalows with apartment blocks everywhere. It had taken him two hours to walk home. Which wasn't too bad timing, Gaara had always been very athletic. People always found it strange how strong he was when he looked so skinny. But he had actually walked everywhere since he was five. Not to mention the fact that he lived on a pretty bad street and had learned to fight pretty well. He hadn't needed to fight for a while because he had gained quite the reputation. "The untouchable boy" was the official name for him. But "Freak" was definitely the more common one. Of course he had never asked for either of these titles. But that didn't change the fact that it was true. Gaara had been born with a strange ability to bend sand to his will. It protected him from any form of physical harm. It had cost him his mothers' life and his' fathers love.
Gaara stepped into his house and didn't bother trying to dodge the bottle thrown at him. The sand came up and protected him before the warm glass could connect with his cold face.
"Hello, father" Gaara didn't even blink; he just stepped into the hallways. The sand always protected him. Dumping his bag on his bed, that was really just a mattress on the ground, he didn't particularly mind, considering he was an insomniac.
Taking off his uniform that he had bought with stolen money from his fathers' wallet, Gaara sighed. He was getting really skinny.
Putting on an oversized hoodie that said
I was killing before killing was cool
On it and a pair of loose skinny jeans. He used his school tie as a belt. And left his house. He ignored his father swearing obscenities at him and closed the door behind him with more force than necessary. Smirking as he heard a crash from inside the house and knew from experience that it was his father falling over.
And so Gaara did what he did what he did every day. He walked. He didn't get far. He was no more than five steps away when the swishing of air told him a rock was coming his way. He didn't even turn around. The sand always protected him. More people joined in, attempting to pelt Gaara with things. It was to no effect. The sand always protected him. Gaara kept up his poker face. And turned to face the people pelting him (or at least trying to) His eyes widened slightly as one of them threw a cat. He softened the sand used it to catch the frightened feline. He held the cat in his arms and stroked it to calm it down. People stopped throwing things for a fraction of a moment. Then
"YOU MONSTER GIVE ME MY CAT BACK!"
"You mean the cat you hurled at me, without a thought for it? Sure, of course" Gaara replied evenly. And placed the cat gently on the sidewalk before turning on his heel and walked away.
Despite popular opinion. Gaara was not a heartless bastard. He never fought anyone if it could be avoided; he absolutely hated it when innocent lives were caught in the crossfire of all the hate directed at him. He could take the hits, the sand always protected him. But others didn't have that protection.
What the hell did I ever even do to you?
Gaara thought bitterly as he kept walking to nowhere in particular.
It was late at night when Gaara arrived at his house. He had gotten weird looks and worse on the walk. He sometimes questioned himself as to why he went out in public, when it crushed his already practically non-existent self-esteem. Ignoring his father, as he had done for years, Gaara went into his room and closed the door behind him. He dropped to his knees and slid a small knife from the mattress and held it at his wrist and went to cut. Dropping onto the mattress he smiled sadly.
The sand always protected him, even when he didn't want it to.
Authors note
The title is a song by simple plan. I thought it really fit the chapter.
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