Save Me
Disclaimers: I do not own InuYasha or any of the manga/anime characters. They belong to the wonderful genius Rumiko Takahashi. However, any original characters do belong to me.
PREFACE
I, in conclusion, never gave death much thought. I, after all, am immortal. On a much more human thought, I never believed this would happen to me.
"Time flies by."
People say.
"Be carful what you wish for."
"You never know what you have till its gone."
They don't know what they are talking about, I told myself. What do they know? They've never died before?
"Never give up hope."
What they seem to forget is, what do you do when hope gives up on you?
"Think of what you're giving up."
What about the things you get to keep?
"When you die, you see your life flash before you eyes."
What do you see? The happiness or the darkness that draws us closer to the deep abyss? Does what you see give you a hint if there is anything else after the life your soul was put through?
I suppose these thoughts have finally caught up to me. As I lay here, basked in my own blood with my family standing near, all I can think about is the things I chose to ignore.
Such as the little boy in the second grade giving me a pencil with hope shining in his eyes. Or when that same boy stuck by me when I turned my back on those close to my heart.
While you are sitting or standing, reading what I have to say, I am only guessing you are confused. But before you walk away and forget about my intentions, let me tell you a story or loss, love, gain, failure, family, and life.
By the way these words ring in your head, I can only guess you want me to start from the beginning. From this point, where my soul will leave this container which is slowly losing its life essence upon the floor and my father's hands, it is not far from the beginning.
To understand fully, I will give you information leisurely to build up the suspense to my death. Although time is short for me, I can only guess you need time to comprehend this information. I will show you what emotional turmoil caused the downfall of those mourning my soon departure of the living realm.
As the flashes of my life slip into you threw these lines, I will guide you to your destination only saying what needs to be said after each section. You will see as an observer through my dreams, wishes, and the last months of my life.
I suppose I am doing this for one, such as yourself, can get revenge for me or destroy those who hurt others. But, in due time, you will come to know me.
First, however, I will tell you something about myself after all you are going to be living my life through my dying breaths.
My name is Yorkia and sadly I only have so little time to explain my murder.