Not long after I was born, I was kidnapped by a man and taken from the Hidden Sand Village. He placed me in a prison meant for experimenting. He did it to many people from who knows where. Soon I became one of them. The only difference between us was that I actually lived. Every other breathing thing at the time didn’t survive the experiments. Mom and dad told me they died because they didn’t posses enough chakra to endure the harsh tragedy, but lucky me was blessed with just the right amount. Surviving that wasn’t a blessing at all, but a curse I’d live with for the rest of my life. What he did to me made me a freak. The majority of the village was afraid of me. No one wanted to be around my bad chakra. So much power and I didn’t even want it back then. This curse… this eye that he gave me… is so dangerous. Why would he make such a thing? It’s too bad mom and dad or anyone for that matter wouldn't tell me who did it. That or nobody knew either. I just wish someday he’ll get what he deserves and feel pain. I don’t care how or who would do it, but I wanted him dead.
Well, I’m ten now and I’ve already experienced pain, but not loneliness. Father and mother said they’d always be with me and knowing I’d have them by my side, made things better. Even though people ignored and treated me ill I handled the situation perfectly.
“Oww. Get her off of me! Get her off!”, the young sand village boy continued to cry. I tackled him to the ground. Once he fell flat on his stomach I sat on his back, viciously pulling his shaggy brown hair, and smearing it against the dirt. A couple of other kids gathered around with fear on their faces from watching me brutally pound his face on the ground. “Stop treating me different!, I yelled. “I haven’t done anything to you!” Some other children couldn’t bare to watch and ended up running to their parents. Others stayed while I flipped the kid over to punch his face repeatingly. “Shi quit it now!” I stopped my heinous act after hearing the familiar voice. “Mother…” Immediately I turned around to see a worried looking mom. “Let him go, Shi!”, she yelled while running towards me. As she requested, I got up and the boy did as well, struggling to get back on his feet. Before leaving he looked at me and said, “You’re a freak.” Then some random kid from the crowd went to comfort him. I felt her hand place gently on my shoulder. She crouched down. Slowly, I turned my head to face her. Mom gave me a sorrowful look, but hugged me warmly. I wrapped my arms around her while touching her long blue hair. It felt good to be loved and embraced like this. Besides my parents, I didn’t know anyone else who’d care for something as violent and dangerous as me. This feeling of warmth… nothing felt better than it. The hug went on until I lightly pushed her away and held her hand. “Let’s go now, yeah?” I stared into my mother’s light brown eyes, waiting for her answer.
She smiled while nodding lightly. “Yes. Let’s go home for we can get you washed up, again.” This was an ordinary day for me. Life in the Sand Village was interesting. We already had the one-tailed Jinchuriki. Sabaku Gaara was his name. But now me. I guess it’s something the village had to deal with themselves. Though, I did feel bad when mom and dad had to apologize to every person I attacked. They must have been so embarrassed. While they showed me more than enough love, I continued to shame them by committing my foolish antics. “What’s wrong with me?”, I thought. “Why do I always lose control so easily?” These questions ran through my mind until I heard a knock on the bathroom door. “Come in.”, I said. I stared straight ahead into the mirror. Watching both me and my father’s reflections. Dirt still covered my face and my dad stood there with short black hair that matched his pitch black eyes. Mine were the same as his, but my hair was long and a dark blue that was almost black. “I thought you had a mission today”, I said. His arms were crossed and his back leaned against the bathroom’s doorway. It was easy to tell when he’s disappointed, kind of like now. “ I finished early.”, he replied. Utter silence filled the air. He came up to me with a wet rag and started to scrub the dirt off my face. “Rough day, huh?” he chuckled a bit, still wiping off the dirt. “You could say that, I said. “ It’s not my fault though. Just to let you know.” He chuckled again, but frowned shortly afterwards. “Shi…”, he started. “Yes?”, I asked. “Why must you hurt people?” It took me awhile to speak, but I managed. “They call me a freak and other weird names. I haven’t done anything to them.” It didn’t take him long to respond. “Whatever cruel things they say don’t matter, so please control yourself from here on. I don’t want things to turn out like that one time. So I’m begging you to be more careful with others.” Father was right. About a year ago some kid made a rude remark about my eye. How whenever I got angry it resembled one of a snake’s. He said I was a freak of nature. It was nearly impossible for a freak to be loved. That my parents really didn’t like me. They only acted that way for I wouldn’t hurt them. And for a split second I lost myself, because I believed him. Before I knew it my hands were locked tightly around his neck. If dad hadn’t come the boy would’ve died. Ever since then the people in the Sand treat me way more harshly that before. Can’t really blame them. I almost murdered someone. “But you and mom were there to help me. As long as I have you guys I promise to try harder. I really do promise.”
All dad did was stare at me with sad eyes and finally said, “And what if we weren’t there? My eyes widened. “You can’t always rely on us”, he said. “I know.” After finishing cleaning my face he patted and ruffled my hair a bit with a smile on his face. “Be a good kid and grow up to be fine ninja. Who protects her village, okay?” I nodded in agreement and told him okay.

(2 years later)

“Bye mom! Bye dad!”, I said while waving my hand. Dad ruffled my hair and mom kissed my forehead goodbye. “Have a safe trip, yeah?” “Of course,” they both said, smiling. “Love you mom and dad”, I yelled as they started to run. Mother and father both turned around saying something. I couldn’t hear them clearly, but I read their lips. They said that loved me too. It made me smile. I’d wait for them here and when they come back we’ll go on walk together through the village.
The Sand and Sound Village made an alliance to attack to the Leaf. It was during the Chunin Exams when my parents died. The Fourth Kazekage was also murdered. Life in the Sand changed dramatically for me. It was unrealistic. A man named Orochimaru and his sound ninja were to help us win, but the turn of events were most unexpected.
From here on I would only know pain. Everything that was special to me is now gone. No more love for me and I couldn’t give mine to anyone else. No love. Only loneliness, which I feared. My greatest nightmare came true. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I cried on my parent’s bed, feeling isolation and hatred… hatred towards the Leaf and everyone else. My life… my existence didn’t matter anymore. No one would acknowledge it.
I woke up the next day to something tapping on the door. I yawned and wiped the sleep in my eye. Then slowly got up walking through the dark hallway fill of pictures of mom and dad whose deaths I hadn’t completely mourned yet. When I opened the door I saw a messenger bird my mom used with the summoning jitsu. She probably just barely sent it before she died. The bird had an envelope in his mouth. I grabbed it and shut the door as the bird flew away. Inside was a letter. I was about to open it, but from the corner of my eye I saw people gathering outside from the window. “Huh? What’s going on?” I thought. I gently tucked the letter in my shirt and dashed out the door. Everyone was making me way at the front of the village. As I got closer I hear talk about Sabaku Gaara. Supposedly he was injured badly and at one point the Shukaku took over him, but some ninja named Uzumaki Naruto stopped him. Only a truly strong shinobi could do such a thing. It was pretty amazing if you think about it. Its shinobi like him that killed my parents though, but if it weren’t for that he would’ve been an admirable ninja to me. All of a sudden people starting gasping and pointing as Gaara, Temari, and Kankuro came by. “Poor Gaara” was all I thought when I looked at his bruises and scratches. He didn’t deserve this… to have a monster in him. No one cared if he wanted such powerful chakra. Like me, he’s cursed with something dangerous… something we didn’t ask for. His older siblings carried him away, to tend to his wounds.
I remember mother and father never liked to talk about him. Almost like it was forbidden. “Oh, yeah.” I said to myself. I’d forgotten all about the letter. I rushed back home to read it. I sat down on my bed comfortably, opening it. Could it be the moment of truth for? Does this letter foretell my past? If it was then I’d know more about this immense chakra in me and the man who gave it to me. Who gave me this cursed eye.
There was so much tension. My hands couldn’t stop shaking, my stomach had butterflies, and my palms were all sweaty. This is it. This was all that was left of my parents. Let’s hope they made it worthwhile for the both of us. I needed to know my past. Then I’ll be able to figure out why I’m the way I am… why I’m considered a freak, and a weirdo, and a creep. I’m barley 12 and I hardly know who or what I am. There were too many secrets going around, but hopefully this will be the answer to my questions. The first couple lines of the letter wrote:

Shi, if you get this letter it means your father and I are somehow incapable of telling you about your past, but here is where I write why almost everyone, including us, feared you so much….

“Finally, I said to myself. “This is what I’ve waited so long for.”