THE POSSESSOR
DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA!!
ONE
'I was never like this'
I was lying on the bed when I heard the similar, loud footsteps make their way towards the room I had been assigned. He was back.
"Unlock the door," the low voice ordered, nodding his head to emphasize his command.
My head turned slowly to face the same man who always took me to her. The reason; it had been a few days since my last meeting with that woman…I was overdue.
'I had a life.'
I made no movement as the man roughly took off the chains around my arms and legs. It had been a custom that I had gotten used to. His cold, dry hands would enclose around my neck while he pushed me in front of him towards the door.
'I was married.'
Four police guards were always standing there, waiting for me. Every time I was forced out of that dark, isolated room they would surround me as if I were a threat to humanity. Before we began our journey down the white hall, I held out my arms waiting for the cuffs to be placed around my hands. As I had said earlier…it was a routine.
'I dedicated my life to photography.'
My room was the farthest…away from the rest of the women who were also imprisoned. It seems that I was somewhat different than the rest. I remained quiet as we passed by their rooms. Their screams filled the empty hallway as they begged to be released from their dungeons. But their screams were in vain, for no one understood them. No one except us, women, knew what they were going through.
'But then everything went wrong.'
I was tired. Tired of trying to convince them. Tired of them giving me the same response. They didn't want to believe the reality. I didn't understand why they kept sending me to her. What I told her was the truth and yet she never believed me. She felt I was hiding something. But I ask her…why would I possibly want to hide something that kept haunting me…torturing me?
'There was a phone call.'
The door that led me to civilization was at the end of the hall. We waited two minutes and thirteen seconds before he was able to open the door. Usually he took less than two minutes…one minute and twenty-seven seconds to be exact. I have been in this prison for years; therefore I am able to predict every movement that is made in this place.
'Apparently there was an accident.'
"Go on," he signaled me.
Evidently, we had reached my destination. I walked through the door, entering a small room. It was a little secluded but it was far greater than mine. She sat there, in her chair, waiting for me. There were several files filled with my information on the desk. The same look of confusion in her eyes, as if she were trying to understand me.
She pointed to the chair that sat in front of her and smiled. I stared at her before accepting her offer and sitting down.
"Please leave us," she commanded.
I remained silent as the guards closed the door behind us.
I stared down, picking at the dirt between my nails. It was quiet until she decided to break the silence.
"Ms. Higurashi-"
"Takahashi," I corrected, eyes never leaving my fingers.
'My husband…he was left in a coma.'
She sighed.
"I thought I had been through this before, Kagome."
The interest I once had on my filthy hands diminished. I stared up to look at her. My eyes were dead and cold from lack of sleep. My face was pale while my once beautiful black hair covered most of my face. I knew I intimidated her.
"We have."
"Yes, well I thought we had concluded-"
"You concluded."
She placed her hands on top of the files, trying to calm herself down.
"Kagome, this whole thing with the accident…it has to stop."
'He passed away a few months later.'
"You don't understand Sango," I murmured, turning away from her fierce gaze.
"What is there to understand Kagome?" she asked her voice beginning to exemplify her anger. "You keep telling me that there is a man who haunts you at night. Don't you realize that we have you under surveillance? There is no possibility that a man, or any person for that matter, can enter your room through that kind of security."
I stood up as my temper began to rise.
"I told you! You don't understand. You don't want to understand and you'll never understand. You think I'm just crazy. You think everyone in this place is crazy."
"Well then you tell me Kagome. Why is it that you believe you're being haunted when you're not? Why is it that you believe you were married when you weren't? Why is it that you believe in this Inuyasha Takahashi…when he…he doesn't even exist damn it!"
"But he does Sango! He…he does. I know it. I can feel it."
"Kagome, you can't live an illusion all your life. It's not healthy."
"It's not an illusion!"
"What happened to you? You were never like this? For crying out loud Kagome, you've turned into a complete maniac."
I snapped and lunged towards her. As I straddled her waist, I slapped her across the face continuously.
"Security!" she yelled in desperation.
The guards came running inside and pulled me off her, pushing me down to the floor.
"She needs another dose. Take her away."
As I was forced to stand, I took control of my body and spat in her face.
"Fuck you, Sango."
The guards took hold of my arms and turned me towards the door. I was rushed out of the room as quickly as possible. We returned to my room, if you can call it a room. I was strapped onto the bed as one of the ladies came in with a large needle.
"No please," I pleaded. "Not that again. I don't need it. I don't. He'll come back anyways. Please."
I kicked, jerked, and bucked my body trying to free myself from the bed I was attached to.
"Hold her still," the lady ordered.
The grabbed me as she inserted the thin needle in my arm. I could feel it penetrate my delicate flesh. The cold liquid entered my body and I instantly reacted. My body went limb and numb. She pulled the needle out and wiped it with a cotton ball.
The lights were turned off and the door was locked, leaving me tied on to the bed.
"Please," I whispered, tears forming in my eyes. "Don't leave me."
I heard the footsteps quiet down.
I felt the hot tears trail down my temples, soaking the pillow under my head.
"Save your tears Kagome."
"Inu-Inuyasha?"
