-Zendaya-

I whimpered as I picked myself up from the ground. It had happened again, despite my 'friends' promising it wouldn't. Coughing slightly, wincing as I did so, I started limping home from school.

It was a regular occurance and it really shouldn't surprise me, but still, I couldn't help but hope that someone will see it and stop it, but they never do. Being a girl with pale olive colored skin, shockingly scarlet colored eyes and dark, amythest colored hair that fell to my knees I was what people would call a beautiful girl. I had a perfect hourglass shape most girls only dreamed of having. With all that you would think I would be a very happy girl, but all my looks caused me was pain. I was seen as an outcast for my freakish colored hair, or my demon-like eyes. The fact my father was a big time business man who enjoyed making other people miserable just for the hell of it didn't help either, because he had effected the majority of the lives of my fellow classmates and since they couldn't get back at him, they took it out on me.

Silently opening the door to the two story house I lived in with my father, I slipped upstairs. I held my breath as I tiptoed past my father's study and didn't release it until I was inside my room. Once there I let it out in a sigh only to cringe in pain. I made my way into the bathroom joined with my bedroom and cut the light on. Easing my shirt up over my head, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and frowned. I had yellowing splotches covering my slightly pale skin from bruises that were trying to heal. Scars ran across my flesh in several different places. One ran from my right hip to the bottom part of my ribcage. There was a star-shaped scar above my left breast where I'd been stabbed my Sophmore year by one of the Jocks my 'friend' Senna had been dating.

Scowling at my reflection I turned away from it and grabbed a rag, wet it, then started to clean the blood off my body while thinking about how all of this started. When I first moved here four years ago with my mother and father it had been fine. I'd enrolled in the local high school and gone through the typical 'new-girl' thing, but had made friends really quickly. Only two, but they were the best friends I could ever ask for. Or so I thought. Senna Misaka and Saki Tottoalli. Freshman year they were the only ones who didn't mind my eyes, or my hair. They were the first to be nice to me. After I befriended them, everyone else stopped being mean as well. But all that changed when I told my friends I had a crush on a guy in our math class. I didn't know that Senna liked the boy too and when I told them, Senna got jealous then got mean. She started spreading rumors about me behind my back and pretended not to have anything to do with it when the rumors reached me. What was worse was Senna managed to drag Saki into it too and got her against me. At first it was just rumors, but then the pranks started, followed by small bumps in the hallway when passing eachother. I had thought it would all end when the boy told Senna he wasn't interested in a girl whose family had no money. Senna blamed me for it because it was my father's fault and took her anger out on me. She continued spreading lies about me and the whole school believed them without a question. Now, four years later I was still being targeted, but it had escalated. In the past year there had been more attempts to hurt me than I could remember. My father didn't help any with his late night beatings ever since my mother had passed away.

I couldn't understand what I had done to deserve what was happening to me, I'd always been a good girl and done what I was told. But apparently that wasn't good enough and now I was being punished for it. I'd tried ending my life twice, but each time my father had found me and beat me for it before taking me to the hospital. I'd gotten scars from my attempts. A white line wrapping around my neck and two around my wrists, but my pale olive colored skin somewhat made them hard to see unless you were really looking.

When I finished cleaning the blood from my body and bandaging myself, I walked back into my room and pulled on an over-sized t-shirt and gingerly sat down on my bed. I'd gotten another beating today from the Jocks when they caught me about to leave school. The newest rumor going around was that I thought all of them were stupid, ignorant assholes that fucked eachother in the showers. It wasn't true of course, I didn't think that, but they didn't listen. Senna and Saki still pretended to be my friends, and promised to hurt anyone who hurt me, but I knew they were lying and were behind all of it. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I pulled my knees up to my chest. I couldn't possibly deserve any of this, could I? What had I done that warrented this kind of punishment? Nothing, but that didn't stop it from happening.

Why am I crying? It's not like that's going to solve anything.

I thought to myrself as I wiped at my eyes. I sighed to myself before pulling my laptop to me and opening it up. I smiled slightly at my desktop background. It was of my favorite anime character. I'd gotten hooked on Naruto my Freshman year before enrolling in the hellhole I was in now and still loved it. When I first started watching it my favorite character had been the blonde haired knucklehead and I'd actually developed quite a crush on him, until I saw Gaara for the first time. With his sea-foam green eyes outlined in dark circles against his skin. The kanji for love on his forehead, seemingly framed by his auburn locks. He was just so dreamy to me. I was shocked when I found out how he acted around everyone, wanting to kill them. But when I found out about his past and how he housed the Shukaku within him it made sense to me in some twisted way, but I didn't hate him for it, nor did I pity him. I just felt for him. I felt like I knew what it was like on some level since as I was learning of his past, my life started to turn for the worst. Now I felt like I understood him better than ever.

Clicking on the little blue E at the bottom of my screen, I pulled up my favorite anime site and started from where I'd left off. The Chunin Exams were long over and Gaara had become the Kazekage of Suna a couple months back, which made me so happy. He wanted so badly to show his village that he wasn't as he was before and I thought he could do it as Kazekage. Now it showed how things had settled down and everything was rather dull, it was just a filler episode, but I loved it because it showed Gaara. I no longer had a crush on Naruto, though I did admire him. No, my feelings were now on the red-haired Kazekage.

Sighing as the episode ended I closed my eyes and leaned against my headboard.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a ninja. Would I be able to defend myself against the assholes at school? Could I make them listen to the truth? Would I be able to confront Senna and Saki and make them stop?

I wondered, but shook my head. There was no point in wondering those things since I wasn't a ninja.

No, but I wouldn't mind going to the Narutoverse. Especially if I could meet Gaara. I'd let him know he's not as alone as he thinks.

I thought as I hit play on the next episode and started to watch it. I fell asleep halfway through it and because of that I didn't see the screen suddenly flicker on and off before flashing to complete white.

'You shall get your answer child.'

A voice said before the computer screen suddenly pulling me into it, leaving nothing behind but an empty bed and a blank computer screen.