Scars Can't Be Healed
Prologue
They saw me again. Cutting my wrists. I can't help it, its what I do. It feels good when they bleed. But my parents don't think so, they don't get why I do it. What do they know? Its not like they payed attention to me in the first place! They're sending me off to live with a relative, Kagome Higurashi I think? What good would that do anyway? No one can heal a broken heart, so why do they even try?
Chapter 1: So Many Cuts
I stepped off the bus, my black backpack slung over my shoulder. I checked to make sure my black and red jacket was covering my arms and the hood was over my long black hair which was currently tied into a ponytail. I double checked my long black pants to make sure they were also down to my black and red high tops. I nodded and walked to the large house I was in front of, hoping this wouldn't be as bad as with my parents.
A girl in a high school uniform ran up and greeted me, yep, its worse. "Hi!" she greeted me, "You're…Mikomi right?" I nodded and mumbled, "But everyone calls me Suicide…" I saw her freaked out face and she said in her still cheery voice, "Well, okay, I'm just gonna call you Miko! I'm Kagome!" I flinched, I HATED that nickname. I flinched and my unusually crimson eyes darted back and forth, inspecting the small Japanese shrine. Kagome showed me inside and I met her mom, grandfather, and little brother.
They all introduced themselves and I said my normal reply. Kagome's little brother, Sota, stared at me and said, "Why do you like being called Suicide, Suicide?" I looked at him and whispered, "Everyone just started calling me that, so I stuck with it." I could tell I scared him with my look, so he didn't ask anything else. Kagome's mom said smiling, "Well, I'm making dinner, is steak okay Mikomi?" I perked up a bit and nodded yes and Kagome showed me to my room, right across from hers.
It wasn't much, it had a bed, dresser, desk, and closet. I thanked her and said, "I'm gonna change." She nodded and walked out, closing my door on the way. I sighed and took off my jacket and stood there in my black and purple shirt, staring at my arms. My arms had long white scars running along them and multiple smaller cuts on the wrists and hands. I took off my pants and my legs just had a gazzilion small cuts all over them, and one huge cut running on the left leg.
I dug into my backpack and pulled out a small pocket knife I kept. I opened it up and cut my finger slitely. As it bled I pushed it to my mouth and licked it. After it stopped I changed into sweats and a baggy shirt and put on my jacked again. I retied my hair and whispered, "I have so many cuts. But they're better than the one I have now…" You cut your arms one last time and watch it bleed for a minute. Then you cover your arm up and silently walk down the stairs. But as you pass Kagome's room you could swear you heard someone complaining in it.
You were about to walk in and see, but shook it off and came down to dinner.
YY100: I got bored and decided to write a Sesshy love story since I had nothing better to do. *shrugs* And I was feeling unhappy.
Mikomi: Bleh…
YY100: Agreed.
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