Disclaimer: I own some but not most characters. All characters featured in the Inuyasha series are property of Rumiko Takahashi.
Prologue: 2002
The room should be empty. It isn't.
I can feel the wet heat of either sweat or blood dripping from my hair down to the bones of my neck, pooling and trickling and staining my clothes and maybe my skin.
Daddy is on the ground, his head painted red and clothes torn. I'm sure I'll never forget this image. I can't remember what I ate this morning or how old I am or what my own name is but I'm sure I will never remember this sight.
Uncle Kaz is quiet, but close. Mummy is crying, but farther away. I'm under the guest bed that we have even though we never have guests because I know someone will come looking for me and pick me up and hold me over their shoulder and take me to the dark and cold place without any food. When Uncle Kaz stays over he doesn't stay in the guest room ever, he stays with Mummy and Daddy sleeps in my room and I sleep somewhere dark and cold and it takes a long time for them to come get me out and when they come get me Uncle Kaz is never there. I have only seen his face in bits, scary eyebrows and gray eyes like mine only chillier and lips like Daddies but never smiling.
Daddy has been on the ground before, with paint on his arm or his leg and Uncle Kaz stays nearby but quiet and Mummy stays far away but cries. When Daddy is on the ground he's in the dark and cold place with me, but when he moves or makes a noise Uncle Kaz pulls him back out of the dark and cold place.
But this time I don't think Uncle Kaz is going to put Daddy in the dark and cold place. I think he's going to leave him here with me and not give him any food because Daddy doesn't need it anymore. I don't know if I'll get any more food either, if Uncle Kaz never leaves. And Mummy will keep on crying and eventually I'll be put in the dark and cold place and then I'll disappear from the dark and cold place and go somewhere else where it's darker but hot and red.
Now Uncle Kaz is coming into the room and I'm going farther under the bed so that he can't see me. But he knows I'm in here because he's opening the wardrobe cabinets and moving pillows over me and now his chilly eyes are looking at me from the square that isn't black or black where I could see Daddies body a second ago and his hand is moving around close to me. His hand's wrapped around my hair and he's pulling and it feels like my head is being torn in half and my eyes might fall out of my head but I wont move so he takes his hand back and now I can see that it was blood dripping down my neck bones and staining my clothes and probably skin. His eyes get smaller, angrier and chillier and his hand disappears then comes back clean of blood and this time it wraps around my wrist and he pulls me back out from under the bed.
His arms are around me and he's rocking me and whispering "It'll be ok It's all ok You're safe now You're going to be happy now I'll take better care of you then that bad man ever did I'm your real Daddy baby and you'll never have to hide again" and I don't believe him.