Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoy this story! I've been working REALLY hard on this idea. The plot monkeys refused to stop screeching in my head, until I did their bidding, so here's the first chapter :3 It's an Inuyasha fanfic, but it has some concepts from the anime Yu Yu Hakusho, and the movie Ghost. Haha, you'll see :D

Full Summary: The young Higurashi Kagome is just a normal teenage girl, growing up in a bad city…like most troubled teenagers, she lives in a world of drinking, smoking, partying, sex, & other sinful duties. Yet, Kagome always seems to find a way to numb her certain pain. One day, after having her heart broken in half (again) by her rival (and before you ask, NO, it's not the typical Kikyou), she once again attempts to numb her pain. Just this time…she went a little too far. But could this ending be a new beginning after all? (yeah, the summary sucks, but the story ain't half bad xD;)

Disclaimer: Holy gravy peanut butter, Batman! She doesn't own Inuyasha or the song Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit! She's a poor little girl with nooooothing! To the Batmobile, dadadada!

The light was blinding. She slowly opened her eyes in slits, & the light inside the back of the Ambulance seemed brighter then anything she'd ever seen in her life. Was it even the ambulance light at all? 'Damn it…I'm still conscious…?' she asked to herself absentmindedly, as her body burned with the pain of a thousand suns, she wanted to scream, but her voice seemed to have gone.

She would have rather been unconscious at that moment.

Through her extremely blurred vision, she watched as the people around her ran frantically to random places in the crowded ambulance, pushing oxygen masks & I.V.s into & unto her body. The prick of needles; a small comparison to the already inflicted wounds that ran about her arms & hands. Blood ran through her clothing, turning her beforehand white & navy-blue clothes a deep, dark red. A crimson that had already seeped unto the hospital bed they had put her on.

A steady 'Beep. Beep.'-ing sound seemed to be ringing through all the commotion, making itself heard as if the world would end if it should stop with it's oddly calmly lullaby of life.

She couldn't see, she couldn't breath, the immense pain inflicting on her outer-body & insides seemed to set her on fire, yet freeze her at the same time; in a unique-unbearable pain she'd never felt before. Her mind was panicking, racing wildly, yet disturbingly numb at the same time, as if her body's senses were slowly shutting down on her so that she would soon no longer be able to feel the emotion of Panic & Fear. It all felt like a nightmare, yet it was more real then something she could ever imagine in her wildest dreams or illusions. For the first time, she suddenly realized that someone had been holding tightly onto her hand. Clasping unto it firmly, tightly & desperately, as if it were a precious lifeline.

In pain, she turned her head ever so slightly to see to the left of her, gently moving the attached Oxygen Mask with her. The person's figure was blurred, just as everyone else's was, but it was the same person that had found her in the long amount of minutes beforehand, just in her current state, she couldn't fully realize that. The only thing that seemed visible was his spiked-black hair.

And his tears. He was crying, sobbing wildly like a child that had just lost it's favorite toy.

She could suddenly see his mouth moving frantically up & down when the awareness that she was now conscious hit him, but she couldn't read his words, her hearing quickly dieing with her other senses following. Why did everything seemed to be blurred, & moving so slow? She could not hear his voice, but he was most likely yelling words of support to her, or asking her not to leave him, just like he had done in her room.

She couldn't exactly tell who it was, but deep down in her heart, she knew so well.

Her eyes suddenly filled up with tears. She felt so guilty, for some reason that hadn't hit her as of yet. Her eyes, now refusing to stay open, kept fluttering opened & closed. Every time she closed them, they seemed to stay closed a little longer then the time before. She felt so tired. Having the internal feeling that her life was slowly slipping from her, she opened her mouth slightly, as her building tears now flowed down, dripping down her cheeks & onto the sheets of the bed. With her last breath, she whispered out two words to the person, her dieing words.

"I'm sorry…"

She said in an almost inaudible whisper, taking her last breath with them. And she closed her eyes. Yet this time they did not open again, and stayed closed, concealing for chocolate-brown eyes forever.

Her hand feel limp in his own. And with her last breath, her last living view of the world, she was gone.

Hi. As you've probably already realized, this girl, in this ambulance, has now passed on…(like, DUH)

What you probably don't realize, is that this girl was me.

Who am I, you ask? I am Higurashi Kagome, regular everyday school girl, that has been corrupted by drugs, alcohol, suicide attempts, blah blah. Yes, just like every other school girl, except I'm not knocked-up, like some people…you get the point.

Anyhow, when I left for school earlier this morning, slight hangover & all, I did not plan to die. Actually, the day turned out quite…normal…even though it DEFINITELY wasn't the best I've ever had. I fought with my mother, I embarrassed my brother, I talked to my friends, I started a public brawl on school grounds, & I teased & kicked the crap out of my rival. It was a very normal day indeed. Yet, dieing is something new for me. I don't think I'll do it again anytime soon…(HA! Get it? It was a joke…-ahem-) Did anyone kill me? How did I die? You ask me. Well, when I came home...um..

…hmm, maybe it's just better if I start from the beginning…

MUCH EARLIER THAT MORNING:

"Okay you two whores, get up, or get a room." Kagome commanded to her two friends while smirking. But after a few seconds of no change in scenery, Kagome turned around, and poked her head over the car seat she was sitting in, "Hey, Miroku-kun, get off my best friend & drive me home…'ey, stop making out you two, and listen to me!"

"Aye, Kagome-chaaaan, do you need to yell…? My head is throbbing…" her friend Sango asked quizzically & groggily as she popped her up from the back of the car, and rubbed her hand against her forehead in an attempt to sooth her aching head, not to mention her upset stomach. Miroku was firmly attached to her, and refused to stop kissing the nape of his girlfriend's neck, even when she moved up to look at her friend in the front-passenger seat. Kagome gave out a weak laugh, she could tell by the way Sango's voice dragged that she was either very drunk or high. "Well, you have been loading it with pot & sake, of course it's going to throb, baka. What did you expect it to do, the Chicken Dance?" Kagome answered voluntarily.

"Damn, I hate it that you always act so sarcastic…" Sango hissed. "Kagome-chan, why do you want to go home?" Miroku questioned her, after finally managing to detached himself from Sango's neck. "Just get up here already." she answered dully, not even giving her spare strength up to turn around in the passenger's seat to face them. "Why, because your family is not worrying about you?" he questioned her again, giving her a taste of her own sarcastic-medicine. But even after asking her, he squeezed his body through the slit between the driver's & passenger's seats, & plopped himself down next to Kagome in the driver seat. He knew perfectly well, that if he made the girl angry, she wouldn't hesitate to rip his arm off in frustration, fore you see, Kagome was very good at fighting. In this town, you needed to be tough. It was dog-eat-dog world.

"Just shut up, and drive" Kagome commanded plainly while staring at the steering wheel mechanically. Miroku eyed her suspiciously, "Kagome-chan, are you feeling alright? You don't look so good." Miroku stated out with a hint of concern in his voice. Kagome huffed, now irritated, "I'm fine. Now just take me home." she answered again nonchalantly while she picked up a bottle of Sake, & started chugging. Miroku was slightly surprised, but not of Kagome's stubborn-ness, he would have expected her to throw something at him or something in that fashion for his nagging & questioning. "Why? Is it late? Early?" Miroku continued.

Kagome hesitated, "…maybe, I dunno."

Miroku looked at her strangely again, "What do you mean by 'I dunno'?"

Then she pointed to a miniature digital clock that had a bright green background, & black pixeled digits, that was attached to the front of the inside of the car, "Depends. Is that a 10, 11, or a 1?"

"It says 1:11 AM…" Miroku answered calmly.

Then Kagome felt someone's hand thwack her against the back of her head lightly, "Ha! And you say I'm high? Girl can't even read a freakin' clock in front of her face." then a thud was heard, as Sango dropped back down to the backseat trying to calm her aching head & protesting stomach. A low growl could be heard erupting from the teenage miko, "You know, Sango-chan, you seem to have a lot more guts when you're plumb drunk! Maybe we should permanently tape a Big Gulp to your mouth, and fill it with wine. Then I wouldn't have to save your ass when a guy tries to force himself on you!" and with that, she glanced quickly over to Miroku…who now had a nervous look on his face, 'B-but, I'm her boyfriend, God dammit, I have sexual rights!' Miroku wanted to protest aloud, but thought it better to keep his mouth shut & his feelings solemn. Sango hadn't even been really listening, and just mumbled something incoherent to the two.

But Sango was right. She'd loaded up on so much Sake, & blah that she felt as if she could barf up a lung. She felt so dizzy & tired, and whenever she looked at something, it came up to her as a giant lump of "Blurness", or it was showing up in doubles. The bottle she had started chugging to show Miroku that she was "Fine" wasn't making her feel any better. At all. If anything, it made her feel much worse. The strong taste of the alcohol spiked against her throat as it cascaded down towards her stomach, and she struggled to even swallow. Slender brownish colored bottles lined every nook & cranny of the old, blue car that the teens sat in on the lonely street. More then half of them, were empty. They clanged as the three moved around in any way, soundful symbols of how they got empty in the first place. The strong smell of burnt drugs that floated throughout the car gagged her throat & lungs.

She hated it.

She hated it all. But she did it all anyway…with her friends. It numbed the pain of life. And oh, what a horrible pain that was.

But yet, she wanted nothing more then for Miroku to start the damn car, so she could go home! What was there for her at home, you ask? A alcoholic-prostitute Mother? A gang-leader younger brother? A Father that was no where to be found (Not like she'd want him to come back anyway)? Nothing. There was really nothing for her at the place she reluctantly called "Home". Most of the time she didn't even go Home, but stayed out with her "Friends", and partied, drank, and did every other Sin of Life. But oh so badly, she just wanted to go home to her warm — or more likely, cold — bed, and fall asleep, and pretend that none of this was real…that none of it existed. But it was nothing less then that of pure reality.

It was real. It was there. It was Life.

And the problem with life, is that you need to live it, whether you like it or not. That…or not live it at all, of course.

"Open the windows…" a female voice slurred towards the two from the back of the car. "Nani?" Miroku asked in confusion, as he tilted his head slightly backwards to get a good look at her, "Do you need to barf?" he questioned her smirking. "Idiot, If Kohaku smells the…if he finds out we were using his car for smoking & stuff, my brother'll…just open the damn windows, baka…" she commanded, yet again, in a slightly slurred voice. It was obvious that she was having a hard time thinking straight. But even though, it was immediately obvious of what she had tried to get across. This car wasn't theirs, but Sango's brother's Kohaku's car. Actually, they were too young to be driving. They were too young to Smoke, Drink, and do all that other stuff, too. But they did it anyway. So, yeah.

(AN: In this story, Kohaku is older then Sango. Kagome, Miroku, Sango, & the rest of the students at their school that they associate with are 16, unless otherwise stated. Pretend that 16 is too young to drive, you doofs. It is in some countries xD;)

Kagome quickly put her hand up to the bar covered in black plastic, that controlled the opening & closing of the window next to her, and started to gladly roll down the window. She needed fresh air, she needed to get the gagging aroma away from her. Suddenly Miroku's joke question to Sango when she had requested for them to open the windows popped into her mind for a split-second. And since she did feel like doing that so much, now she would have a clear path, ne? God, she hated all this…

She would never, ever admit that she felt so horrible...that she wanted to go home so badly. Never would she admit that all this toxins that she willingly planted into her body didn't give her that high that she wanted. Never would she admit that she didn't like doing all this. Because then that would label her a baby, a weakling, and other things teenagers would never want to be labeled.

Then, why? For her friends? To Fit in? Because it was a way of life for her now? No…& Yes. She would admit, these things gave her the temporary pleasure & unawareness of the real world. But, those 'Pleasures' were only temporary…then it would start to sink in. The real reason, the real purpose, the real feeling would sink in…and then reality would snap back with a vengeance,& suddenly, you just don't feel so good anymore…

"And get outta-of that seat, this innnn-stant Miroku…" Sango commanded, again with the slurred voice, as she struggled to poke her head over the two back seats again, "This is miyyy bro's car, and only I can drive it…without his pur-meh-shion, not yer…"

Miroku looked up at his girlfriend that was trying to poke her head over the backseats with smug amusement, and a mischievous grin planted itself on his face that he just couldn't seem to push away, "Kagome-chan, do we need to go home now? Sango is in no position to struggle if I would have happened to force myself upon her…may I please take advantage of this rare-event?" Miroku asked calmly & politely, as if it were routine to ask that, which it kinda was. Sango herself was a very slightly strong girl, and could probably punch Miroku's lights out if he ever tried to "force himself", but Kagome really didn't know the reason why she would do exactly that. They'd done it plenty of times, it wasn't like it was a new thing… Kagome knew, or was pretty sure, that Miroku was just kidding. He'd never really take advantage of Sango like that…would he?

Kagome raised an eyebrow at the boy, "How the hell are you able to ask such a question, and still sound like perfect gentlemen?" she inquired half-heartedly. "Call it a gift." Miroku responded slyly, stroking his chin & putting on that perverted grin that would make any girl either get weak in the knees or run to call 911.

All thoughts were broken, as that same femininely husky & slurred voice spoke up again, "Gets outta the seat, Mir, I'm drivin'…"

"Oh yes, like you're in a better position to drive?" Miroku humored the drunken girl, adding another one of his trade-mark smirks to the end of his question. Yup, that smirk. The same smirk he always used when a girl's skirt would fly up. The 'ol pervert. Although in that quick amount of time, he'd forgotten his silly plea to take advantage, fore he had just been kidding…well, at least half-kidding.

"Well, it's not like you're any sober-er." Kagome stated out before Sango had a chance to try. She was gladly feeling a tiny bit better, now that the window was open. A bit of the cool breeze washed against her face, lightly ruffling a string of her hair towards her right side, "You had just as much as the rest of us, if not more."

"Yes, but I'm able hold it, & control it all better" Miroku responded with a sly wink. Kagome swore, if it weren't that he was a friend of hers, she'd report him for Sexual Harassment. He looked as if every thought in his mind was perverted & pleasing to him, and it crept her out sometimes, but over the years she had gotten much used to it. And sometimes even found it humorous.

Sango, after quietly listening to the weird conversation, decided not to fight anymore, and plopped herself back so she could lay down on the back of two seats again. Miroku, having finally decided that this argument was over, turned the key in the ignition, and the car suddenly awoke with a giant rumble as the engine started. They all expected the car to start moving soon after, but after about 30 seconds, "Miroku…you put your foot on the gas petal, if you didn't know" Kagome said with her sarcastic-tone that everyone knew of. Miroku had seemed lost in thought, until Kagome had added that comment, "I know" he said to her firmly, giving her a slight annoyed-stare, "Maybe we should call a cab or something…y'know? I am drunk…after all…"

Kagome would have laughed her head off if she hadn't felt so crappy, "Heh, and remind me, when did you become an after-school-special, again?" yet again, dripping with sarcasm.

Miroku gave her another serious glare. "Oh, so you're serious?" Kagome asked him with sarcasm again. But Miroku was being serious, or at least semi-serious. If they had a car crash, & one or more of them happened to die, he wouldn't wanna live with that guilt. Of course, they had done this plenty of times before, so Kagome didn't understand how he could be getting cold-feet now. Maybe it was because, before he was always too stoned, that he hadn't had the conscious to stop himself anyway. But now he had control over his actions.

Kagome groaned with impatience, and suddenly moved her foot over to the driver's side of the car, and stomped her foot down hard on the gas petal. Suddenly the car, without warning, shot up and for a few seconds zoomed forward a few 10, or so, feet. But Miroku quickly, after regaining composure, stomped his foot on the brake petal, and kicked Kagome's left leg back to her side of the car, "…are you mad, woman!" Miroku inquired with surprise & frustration, glad that he had been able to stop the car before it rear ended one that was a bit in front of them now.

"Then just drive the car already!" Kagome protested in comeback. She wanted to go home so much, "Ha, well…if you're scared, then I'll do it" she added smiling arrogantly at his sudden stage-fright-ness.

"I am not scared." Miroku shot back coolly, trying to regain the bit of lost pride. Then Miroku seemed to stop & think, he could live with Kagome having the crash, so then he wouldn't have to take all the guilt, (AN: Yes, he's being an idiot right now xD) "How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked her quizzically, while holding up 4 fingers. Kagome highly concentrated on his hand, as if she was trying to count how many crumbs were on the bottom of a cookie jar. "…Damn it, I would be able to count, if you'd stop moving your fucking hand back and forth" Kagome answered in annoyance.

Miroku stared at her stupidly, "Um, Kagome-chan…I'm not moving my hand…"

"Oh…" Kagome stated nervously, feeling quite stupid at the moment, "..really?"

Miroku just sighed, "That's it, I'm calling a cab-" he started as he made a motion to get out of the car, but Kagome put her hand on his shoulder to stop him & gave a frustrated sigh, "If the driver finds out about us kids drinking, & smoking and crap…well…y'know. I'm not spending the night in jail…again. Idiot. Now just drive the damn car, already!" she blurted out in bits.

Miroku, now tired with fighting with her, finally decided to give in, "Aren't you worried at all that we might crash into a house or something?" he questioned her with a sigh, but slowly he put his foot on the gas petal, & the car moved forward & started heading down the barren road, "Don't you fear for your life?"

Kagome sighed, "Well, no, because we're not living…"

"Wha-the…?" Sango mumbled aloud, now revealing that she hadn't passed out on the backseat as the two had thought after all. Miroku also looked at Kagome confusedly & then rolled his eyes, "Oh come on god, she's going to do another poem thing, isn't she…?" Miroku sighed as he focused on the road in front of him, asking his question towards nothing in particular, as if he excepted the air to answer it.

Kagome groaned inwardly, and glared at Miroku for few seconds (which he didn't even seem to notice), and after clearing her throat she continued, "Our bodies may be here, but I sure as hell wouldn't call this existence living. Every person on this planet is dead in reality…when we're born, we're hollow…hollow shells of a human waiting to be filled with the influence of the world. So, we're never really living, we're all robots…pons in the game of life. No purpose but to do what we're taught…we can't create our own thoughts, our own trends, our own religions…we have to go out & live within the ones that already exist for us. We have no say in our own lives, and have to be brought up the way the world wants us to. So, in truth, we're all just…Dead Inside, I guess."

Miroku just rolled his eyes again. "Wow…deep…" Sango said in awe after she had finished.

"You understood that?" Miroku asked a question meant for Sango, as he did a right-hand turn on a street after the light finally flashed green. "No…but it was still deep…" Sango answered stupidly, still drunk as clam. "Heh, I'm just too smart for you two I guess!" Kagome chimed in with a weak smile while laughing lightly. Kagome leaned her head against the sill of the car-window, and let the cool breeze wash over her as the car slowly drove down the empty, black streets

Hollow shells of a human waiting to be filled with the influence of the world…
We're really just…Dead Inside…