Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Words: 100
Note: This story will not begin happy. It is wrought with themes such as suicide and depression, but will get happier as the chapters go on. All chapters (okay, if we are being real, most chapters) will be 100 words in length. I have never written a story like this before, so any opinions, suggestions, and (if there is any) praise is greatly appreciated. Please enjoy! - U.B.
Chapter One:
The Shell
"No, no, no, no, no!"
The wail echoed within the belly of the well, ringing in her ears so that she could hear nothing else but the breaking of her heart.
"Let me through," she screamed, tears falling like silent bombs. Her throat was sore from her screeching, her fingers bleeding from her constant digging. "I'm not done!"
She was begging - pleading to any who would listen and comply.
She lowered her forehead to the ground, took a gasping breath, and cried out into the darkness.
All her thoughts fell away so that all that remained was an empty shell.