Kagome felt another pang gurgling inside her chest, squeezing and clenching on her heartstrings. Remnants of blood were caked on her dry tongue. After a few minutes she felt
nothing again, like everything was as it should be, but she knew full well that it was a foolish notion. The walls hazed around her, it was happening again. Kagome could not place a
name for what happens. All she could think to call it was the dark. Suddenly it became her and sucked her into itself. Darkness was all she could see until the familiar meek spark
appeared in the distance.
If she dared, she would go towards the ever-glowing eternal dark. Like Kagome had traveled before, many times in the past when she wanted to disappear from all her troubles.
As some may soon realize, if they do not already know, what seems safe was perhaps more dangerous than any of the monsters that haunt those most unspeakable nightmares.
Kagome bade the dark away; she wanted nothing more to do with such a thing. An evil thing, true the glow wasn't always malevolent, but the past experiences remained embedded
in her memory.
"Just will it away, fade away!" Her brain chanted over and over. "Fade away," like her grandmother had taught her to do, if she wanted to escape. She had always told her as long
as she knew that, there was nothing to fear. Her mother had died when she was born, so her father always remained alone in his own room, for solace, until he too passed away. As
a child this was a game, the light would take her far beyond the rational grounds of reality. Kagome did not want that now. "Just fade away!" Kagome's body began to glow palely,
not as brilliantly as the glowing darkness but a bright glow nonetheless.
Her form crunched into dust, and the sensation of a sort of river pulling her down jerking rapids, woke her to her natural body. Kagome opened her eyes, when the pain of her nails
bleed into her tightly held palms. Waves of motion sickness, back and forth the walls danced along with her stomach. She quivered, and then sighed, rewrapping a new waiting
bandage around them, which was carefully stocked in her purse at all times. It seemed that she no longer had control over her visits to the dark anymore. All that she could hope for
was that it didn't swallow her whole.
Noisy children bustled, through the hallways with only their petty self-important worries to guide them. Kagome couldn't help herself but to feel cheated for her 'gift'. While her grandmother tried to instill a sense of freedom towards it when she was young, Kagome loathed it. She wanted the freedom everyone else had. Grumbling she shut her locker and hurried along to class. Try as hard as she might Kagome could not focus. Teachers and Doctors called her a daydreamer, or thought perhaps she had attention deficit disorder. She knew better. When the darkness took her she left her body, almost like free falling.
Once she had left her body to find she was stuck in a half place in-between the dark and the natural world. Kagome got a good look at her soulless empty body in front of her. At first she thought it was her own death. That this was what it was like to die. Either that or she was in her own purgatory the dark had created. Everything around her body remained in motion. The teacher paced around his half awake students, while her body retained its cognitive state.
Gently the teacher Mr. Kuno called her name and tapped her right shoulder. She could see it happening to her body, and she could even feel it on her own shoulder. Though his hand wasn't with her in the dark. The dark spit her back into her own body confused and queasy. The school day went by as quickly as Kagome had expected it would. She sighed and heaved her backpack over her shoulder. Much of her time she spent worrying. If not when she was awake but in her dreams, it even took her there.