A/N: If you don't like the pairing don't read. No Flames.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Characters, Rumiko Takahashi does. I just own the plot.
Just A Bad Memory-
She yanked off the blankets as I awoke from a horrid memory. It was if it was actually happening again. She could feel the crush of the vehicle impact as the headlights were smashed. The feel of her drowsy unconsciousness. She relived that nightmare of a memory every night. It seemed to have been getting worse. To make things even more complicated, she no longer had her parents with her to comfort her through her pain. She looked at her alarm clock which read 5:30 in red digitalized numbers. She could make it to the hospital for a quick visit before school if she hurried.
She walked into the school doors after being away for a week. That's how long it took for her to recover a fraction of her pain. She watched the blurred faces pass as the headed solemnly to her locker. She fumbled with the dial lock and opened it with a creak. Pulling out the books and binders, she pressed it shut and weakly smiled at her friend who was patiently standing next to her quietly. "Hi Kikyo." The girl look at her with concern and nodded. The bell rang and the halls emptied within seconds.
She entered the classroom about a minute late which was promptly followed with a sigh from her teacher. "Welcome back, Sango. Next time just try to make it to class on time please." Sango nodded and slumped into the only empty seat in the room. She drowned out the lecture as she looked out the dark window to the falling rain. Again came the memory she most hated. The one she wished would just leave her mind. She was pulled back into reality by a nudge to her side.
"Hey! Look, I don't want to have to do this, let alone by myself." She grimaced at the rude teen next to her. "What ever. What are we doing?" Sango asked annoyed at him. He rolled his eyes like a little kid and picked up her paper, rubbing it in front of her face. "This. Jesus, you could at least pay attention after being on vacation for a fucking week." She turned and glared at him. The nerve of him. She growled in her throat and replied with a defiant kick to his shin. "Hey, what the Hell was that for?" he yelled as quiet as he could. "I wasn't on fucking vacation you prick." Sango raised herself from her seat against the boys protests, grabbed the restroom pass, and left the classroom. The boy stood up to refuse her leaving but was shot down by the teacher. "Bankotsu! Sit down and get to work. If you want to pass you'll need to get a 'B' on this assignment." The teen simmered in his chair and started to doodle on his packet.
She returned back to class after cooling down in one of the stalls. No longer than five minutes after she returned, the bell rang for next block. She grabbed her binders and left the class in a rush. She knew that even if she tried to get away from him, he'd still be annoying her all day. She let out a long needed sigh and grunted as she entered her next class.
She tried to pay attention to her studies but was dragged away by her haunting memories. She knew she shouldn't have gone to school today. Or tomorrow for that, maybe not even the next day, or the day after that. Maybe she could just stay home in her house and rot. Finally, the long day of school ended and she headed to the hospital to stay next to her brother. She hoped that today he would wake up. She hated waiting.