Edited- Jan 9th 2011

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I sighed as I dropped myself and my mountain of retail shopping on the bed. My feet throbbed as I slid my red high heels of my red feet, finally, circulation, how I missed you. I wriggled my toes, loving the fact that I had feeling back in my feet. Dinner must be ready by now surely, I walked down stairs in hopes of finding Hinata or a maid to answer my rumbling belly that was pleading for food. I came to a halt, realizing that no-one was around, what have I done to deserve this, I found myself asking thin air. Fantastic I'm hungry and I'm going insane, I feared that if I didn't find food fast I might just result in biting one of my limbs off in hopes to satisfy my stomach…

…wait

Nah I wouldn't do that, I mean have you seem me? I'm bloody well, perfect….Not saying that in a boasting way…but I'm not sure if there is another way to say that. Oh, well the main point in my rambling is that it's just a fact – I have very good genes, thanks Mum & Dad, you sure made my life a whole lot easier, but yeah, I do have good…wait no… great genes, how else would I become a successful model? And NO I didn't blackmail, bribe or hold ransom someone's children or wife. But it would have made the process a lot easier.

Yawn.

Well, stuff eating I say, I'll just eat extra in the morning. I walked back up my stairs and into my bedroom which was currently covered in shopping bags. I piled them all into the spare walk-in-robe and pulled out my red silk nightgown. Quickly showering, I washed my long pink hair and shaved my legs, which were about due for a shave, luckily it was still okay to wear long jeans or else people would have thought I went into hibernation for the winter or something. I dried myself off, hung my towel back on the rack and slipped into my nightgown. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, and then looked at myself in the mirror. I wonder how my life would have turned out if my family hadn't moved to Paris. Well I certainly wouldn't be where I am today. I shrugged off the thought and jumped into my comfy bed, fitted with black silk sheets.

…Yeah, definitely wouldn't be the same.

6:27 am Monday Morning

And there I was sitting in a rundown building with my only source of light coming from the other side of the street, a random flickering streetlight giving out every 3 or 4 seconds. I tried to cover myself a little more as I was only wearing my blood red silk nightgown; a chilling wind sent a shiver down my spine. Something moved over in the corner, which was all I needed to know. I turned around and tugged on the door handle with my quivering hands, it wouldn't open. 'Great I'm stuck in a shabby room with a thing' was the only thought that crossed my mind.

The thing moved again.

"Hello?" I tried to sound confident but it only came out as a squeak.

Silence

Silence was all I got as a reply.

"Hello? Who are you?" This time I managed to make it come out a little louder.

Again it moved, I caught a glimpse of red.

I gasp a little more loudly then I would have liked, was it blood?

"Are you hurt?" I spoke softly

"You… are very … very pretty" replied a deep, raspy voice from the corner.

"What do you want" it was more of a demand then a question, my eyes widened at how it came out.

A chuckle

"I am not to be feared" was the reply of the voice.

"Why am I here? Well more importantly" I looked around quickly, my heartbeat rising. "Where is here?" I never thought of it, where was I? I don't remember driving anywhere, all I remember was saying goodnight to the girls…oh no the girls where were they?

"You haven't hurt my friends have you?" I asked quickly

"Why?" It was a calm reply, almost to calm. What came out of his mouth next shocked me more. "Do you want me too?"

Again a chuckle but this time it was filled with malice.

"You sick bastard, what did you do to them?" my mind was frazzled, working in overdrive, what? When? Where? How? Why? I didn't even realize I took a couple steps towards the cold raspy voice.

Yes, that's right TOWARDS the voice.

"Do to them? Why would I want to hurt them? I don't even know them" was the response

I stopped moving. He doesn't know them?

"You don't?" whispering was all I seemed to be doing lately.

"No I don't"

My eyes widened.

"And you know me?" came my shrill answer, my heart was beating so hard in my chest I was afraid I'd break a rib.

A noise filled my eardrums… a smooth, creamy rich noise, nothing like the harsh, raspy noise before.

Laughter

To be more precise- his laughter

"Everyone knows you"

More shuffling, I tried to squint to see through the dark as my eyes hadn't adjusted to this level of darkness.

"Red is a very… appealing colour on you"

A shadow passed in front of the window, quick and swift.

A noise?

A high pitch noise, almost resembling Ino, when she found a grey hair amongst all that blonde fluff- which turned out to be from my cat

Wait, no this was more high pitched, more annoying something strangely familiar.

Gash, it's getting loud, I covered my ears.

"Argh, what's that noise? Can't you hear it?" came my loud voice my hands grasping my head trying to block out the noise still growing in my ears.

"That would be the queue to wake up Miss Haruno" he stepped forward and the light flooded onto his face.

He looked so familiar, like a face in my past. I pressed my eyes shut tight and tried to remember. Red, Red, Red.

Flashes ran through my mind, a little boy crying, a little boy and a little girl sitting under a tree, "don't leave me" the little boy spoke "never, I promise" came her answer both looking at each other, the tree behind them had been carved into, Best friends Forever. The little girl, now looking out the back of a car as it drove away watching as the little boy gradually disappeared in the distance. Again the little boy was alone crying.

I opened my eyes, Gaara!

"Gaara!" I said aloud

"Congratulations, you remembered" his reply was sarcastic and it stung.

"Gaara what's the matter?" I took another step forward towards him, now feeling safe.

"You lied, you broke your promise!" my eyes opened more if it was possible, they hate lacing the words stopped my racing heart or a second.

"Gaara" I spoke barely above a whisper, my eyes softening, I reached out to touch him before he could walk away back into the dark depths.

The noise!

"Argh" I screamed as the noise pierced through my ears.

"Times up" with that he turned around started walking back into the darkness.

"GAARA NO, DON'T LEAVE ME!" I reached out to him, but my hand went straight through him as though he was vapour.

He stopped and turned his head to the side, his eyes looking at me but keeping his back to me.

"Ironic isn't it, that now it's the other way around?" All I could do was watch from the floor, my eyes wide still reaching out to him as he disappeared from my sight just as easily as he appeared.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" I opened my eyes, as I shot out of bed covered in sweat. My alarm clock piercing my ears signalling the morning had arrived.

I shut the alarm clock off by throwing it at the closet thing I could find, which happed to be to be the maid coming in to wake me up. I rubbed my sweat covered face mumbling curse words half heartedly. I slid my slender legs over to the side of the bed and stood up, my night gown cascading down from where it had risen up to. I walked into my bathroom and lent on the counter top and looked in the mirror. Staring back at me was that little girl in the dream only now with less chubby cheeks and a more mature face, but what got to me most was my eyes, they weren't bright green, and they'd darkened a little bit. I shifted that thought to the back of my mind, and passed it off as early morning ugliness. I had more pressing thoughts that need my full attention. Was that a dream? Or was it something more? I shook my head and cursed myself for acting so stupid, or course it was a dream. Now I have more things to worry about. School and even bigger than that…Ino sigh why did life have to hate me? Wait don't answer that, it doesn't, and I'm successful, beautiful and have a happy family and great friends. Life is good.

Well it will be if I actually get to eat breakfast before Ino scoffs it all down.

You know how people say violence is not the answer. Well I say it is, like when you find your little brother or your friends about to eat the last slice of mud cake and you slam their head in the fridge door or they're about to use the computer and you bash them over the head with the key board…

… Yeah I say violence AND technology have helped a lot.

Well that's my edited version of chapter 2

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Sadly I won't be able to update for another 2 weeks, I'm going on vacation overseas which I'm totally stoked about! Foreign boys, margaritas by the pool and a golden tan! Maybe I'll get some inspiration aye?

Until next time readers, ciao bella! X

Preview:

I love today's community, how teenagers don't give up their seats for the elderly and bash them over the head just to find they don't have any money on them, just their seniors card or how seniors think it's okay to shove a Juniors face in a toilet bowl as a welcoming gift to high school…

Or how Mika sounds like a chipmunk going through a blender or it could just be the fact that his balls haven't dropped yet.

How sad.