Suna's mental Asylum ch3"Did you want to die?""No!" The teenage girl replied annoyed. This was getting her no where. Suddenly the room wasn't cold, she didn't feel the un-nerving nervousness, and she was now angry; angry that Gaara seemed so sane and yet, she couldn't communicate with him. It was like he was living in his own little world detached from us. A snob resenting his peasants."What is you problem?!" She demanded angrily. "I am trying to get to know you and you won't let me in! I can help you! Don't you see?! If you aren't insane, now is your chance to prove that! Or do you wanna be stuck here the rest of you life?!"Gaara loomed over her suddenly. His eyes hard and cold, like Aquamarine. He took hold of her wrists into a bruising grip, pinning her to the arms of the chair, his poisoned gaze holding her in place. She gazed back defiantly up into his Aquamarine eyes, hating him."Help me?" He sneered, the first emotion Aoihi had ever heard in his voice, "Why? Why would you try?
Suna's Mental Asylum ch2Aoihi felt his fingers loosen their bruising grip and she fell heavily to the floor. her mind blinked black and then abruptly came into focus. Her father's face was being pounded into a bloody pulp by a red-haired savior: Gaara. She gulped in air greedily, like an alcoholic would drink his beer. From her view from the ground. She watched the guards separate the two and then rush a guard and her father away on a stretcher. Someone tried to lift her to one, too, but she told them not to. She'd be fine. She only had to get her breath back.Chad helped her to her feet, and she swayed a little before regaining her balance. Then she walked over to Gaara. He was cold and emotionless as before, the situation not seeming to effect him at all. He didn't seem like the type to have gone into a rampage maybe an hour before. Aoihi just couldn't figure this guy out, she couldn't fathom what was wrong with him.He was leaning coolly to the side, enjoying this small freedom before the guards