These words come spilling out like un-predicted thoughts they seem like a stranger took hold of my brain and is using it to get out frustrated eloquent thoughts at any given moment. I cant seem to control them its as if they are memories of a distant past anecdotes from another life or better yet another world in which I am obviously not apart of. I feel like an outsider to my own mind like I'm watching from the outside pondering what might happen next, this unconscious awareness must carry over to the "real" world as I like to dub it, the world that exists outside my mind that other people stop and pay head to with normal lives. But they don't have these… memories…these ghosts, as you will, living inside of them. They can tell that I am not like them, always carrying a note book, loose clothing with plenty of pockets to carry pencils and pens around for when the ghosts stir they have a way to relieve them selves, and a loose vacant look on my face analyzing everything that is happening inside my mind and out. But I guess I owe these "ghosts" a bit of credit I don't know where I would be without them for they are the reason I can even afford to live, I use them as muses for a better excuse, their writings are collected in short stories that are very popular with their old new world feel.

But despite everything I can live with being a visitor to my mind just casually taking a glance in every now and then to make sure the "ghosts" have not broken anything or damaged anything I need, but then again they are the more permanent dwellings so I have no say really. They can do as they want I won't stop them after all, I really do enjoy having these ghosts, I don't care about being a societies out cast or even unable to maintain a stable healthy relationship, as long as I have my ghosts then I am fine because they won't leave me… I hope… so I figured I would write a memoir for some unfortunate stranger to find after I am gone…

Re-reading her opening paragraph realizing that some of the words did not make sense, but that was to be expected that's what always happened on her first drafts, going back rearranging words and completing sentences she sighed. Staring at the laptop for just a moment longer she snapped it shut with a little more force then necessary. Gathering up her things, the library room was stifling, with the broken air conditioner sweat started to gather on her fore head. Kagome Higurashi placed on an old weathered fedora, secured battered headphones to her ears and took off down the crowded street, diving further into the dense city. As she walked further into the dense city cars were slowly replaced with people on the street bustling and trampling to get where they need to be. Turning down a small one way side street that people would never notice, the noise from the main street faded as she made her way down the shaded street. Stepping into a small old historic building that the block seems to be built around, she set her hat, keys, and mp3 player on the table, kicked her shoes off, and bounded toward the living room. Flopping down on the couch she could hear the messages beeping on her machine, reaching up, she groped around for the beeping contraption.

"You have 3 new messages… First message… Kagomeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!" she rolled over and groaned at the sound of the voice, ' It's Rin, I was wondering if you wanted to go for lunch and possibly discuss your new book…'" she sighed, not that she hated publisher she was just too…too… perky yeah that was the nice word for it. "Second message… 'Kag where that hell have you been, you better be out side of that god damn house of yours, not just avoiding me, or else I will drag you out of there myself, give me a call back you know my number Inuyasha'" she this time groaned and let a muffled scream into a throw pillow she loved him dearly really she did like the over protective obsessive older brother she never had but god damn it he drove her insane. "Final Message… 'Kaaaaaaagooooooomeeeeee its Sango obviously you are not there or else I wouldn't be talking to your answering machine..' she could feel a head ache coming Sango's messages were never to the point she would ramble for ever unless it was important the message had been going for 3 minuets now… "'well I was just calling to see if you wanted to go out tonight with me and Inuyasha give me a call back love ya boi boi'… End Messages." Kagome rolled over facing the back of her couch the floral prints seemed interesting for the moment, she knew what was coming she felt herself slipping, a ghost was taking over… and she smiled she wondered what was going to be written this time…

We were young we were naïve we didn't know what was right side up or facing down. We were rebels with out a cause and we loved it. We thought we had everything figured out love is for losers who weren't strong enough to be independent, work was something we were brainwashed into doing, and that we could rule our own little world. These were the theories we lived by and by George himself we did we were stupid, we had managed to get our hands on some Moonshine, we pooled our money made a few well made connections and bam just like that we had an entire gallon of Moonshine. We were proud of ourselves of course why wouldn't we be we out smarted the Government. Johnny took his parents car and we piled into it, Anthony and Scott in the back seat guarding the booze like precious cargo and I sat in the front the wind whipping my hair…

The room started to swirl back into view from above, Kagome looked down at her hands testing them out as if they were the first time she actually used them. Looking around for the disturbance, her ghosts were easily spooked (oddly enough she thought sarcastically), she noticed her front door opened another sigh escaped her lips she seemed to be doing that a lot today.

"What did I tell you about leaving the front door open," a head poked its way out from the kitchen despite the mouth full of food it tried talking anyways

"Iff I fiid ii aain you woul' ut frigge prigleges" Kagome sighed again this time at the knowledge that she actually understood what the sentence translated to 'If I did it again you would cut refrigerator privileges'

"Yes Miroku and what did you just do…" His eyes darted toward the front door with guilty speed as if willing the door to be shut by the time he looked over, swallowing his food he grinned sheepishly

"I um…possibly could have left the door open in my rush to be with you…?" Kagome shook her head and rolled over on her couch she couldn't muster up the energy to mad at him right now.

"This is the last chance you get…" she managed to mumble as her eyes slid shut sleep over coming her… her dreams weren't even her own she dreamed stranger's dreams but that's what she loved it was like watching an old black and white TV…

Miroku looked at her curled up figure, he knew there was something up with her since the first time he met her in High school. He padded slowly over to the couch sitting on the arm; he leaned over her brushing a lock of hair that escaped her loose braid… his eyes softened as he let his hand drop to cup her cheek. He only wished he could help her, he wished that he could tell her how much he really cared for her. Draping the quilt from behind the couch over her he let a wistful sigh out and turned to leave the room. The phone started to ring again looking panicked that it might have woken her up he dove for it and whispered furiously into the receiver

"Kagome's phone, this is Miroku…"

"OI what are you doing there you lazy S.O.B, you better not be raiding her 'fridge again!" Miroku rolled his eyes and made a hasty retreat to the kitchen

"Nice to talk to you too Inuyasha, Kagome is sleeping she will prolly be out for a bit, she had one of her 'spells' again" there was a pause on the phone followed by a sigh

"Alright man, just tell her to call me or else Sango wont stop bitchin',"

"I will, later" he placed the phone down, and walked back into the living room, he would find out what was wrong with her…