Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha
I stood alone on my balcony staring out into the abyss that some people called life, while others could call it torture. I lived all alone, going day in and day out with no one to love. My mother and father both perished in a car accident while I was an innocent in my grandparents care.
I was an innocent at a time, long ago in the past. I loved and was loved by my parents; I was playing in the mud getting my favorite pink dress dirty. I heard a ringing and saw my grandmother get up and head to the phone. When she came back to the patio I saw bright wet crystals gliding down her checks.
She came and sat down beside me, she picked me up and said that momma and poppa would never return; never to return to tell me bedtime stories or throw me in the air and then save me from the danger of falling. The start of my childhood was a time I will never forget, every one was melancholy, I saw one black figure pass then another; I was driven to a place where two large rectangular brown boxes awaited us.
I stood beside my grandmother and watched as people spoke about my parents and how they would be missed, then people placing flowers on the boxes. I let go of my grandmother's hand which I had been holding tight and walked up to the boxes. I spoke one word that day 'why'.
After they boxes were lowered into the ground and we drove to my new home, the home I would share with two people who loved a little girl named Kagome, but as my parents died so did that little girl that day.
Fifteen years have passed since that day and now I am nineteen years old and staring out into the darkness. I hear the faint sounds of sirens in the distance, and see the bright dismal stars above me in the wide open space we call a sky.
My grandparents passed away five years ago, they did love me but no one could see how lost I was. I will always wonder how my life would have been if my parents had lived, what me and mother would discuss boys, love; my father would never teach me too ride a bike.
I grew up, yes but who would call this a life. I live out my life day to day not caring weather I make it or not. I have no friends and all my family has died so why do I live. There's that word again 'why'; Why my parents? Why me? As I stand here all I can do is try to accept the fact I am alone.
I think this game called life should end; the fates cause us so much misery why should people care if we continue to live or not; would it not is much simpler to end all the games and let them win. I believe to should end and I intend to finish this game.
As I climb upon the edge of the balcony I think to myself I will not miss such a world as this, a world were people lie, cheat, and kill just to get what they want. I will not miss anything in this existence called life; as I jump and feel the rushing wind against my face I know two things for sure, one I will see my momma and poppa again; and that there is no one to save me from the danger of falling this time.
AN: wow that was hard, well I hope u all enjoy what I wrote plz review.