Unwanted, unloved, that's what life seems like to me. Nothing is considered normal anymore for me. Everyone is currently laughing waiting me to break down and fall, hoping I'd do something completely stupid and that's exactly what they all asked for. I didn't do it for them, I did this for myself. The only one that kept me sane and safe, was Inuyasha. But that didn't last for long, until he was intoxicated by another. They didn't think I'd have the guts, the bravery to do what I pulled off. They'll all regret and wish they were the ones dead, and not me....
You could say my life was normal, but I'd be lying through my teeth. My life wasn't even considered normal, not with the shit I'd been pulled into. Never was it my concern until I was driven up the wall and back again. Inuyasha was supportive, and understood everything inside and out. We were inseparable; nothing could break us away. We came too far to back down and let the world decide that our lives were going to be miserable. We both had our own problems, and we understood and knew we had difficult lives; unlike the people who complained their lives were completely horrible. They didn't have to deal with a drunk father, or savoring every penny they could find. We were considered outsiders; Nobody could see it through their eyes the exact pain we underwent everyday. Until I showed the world, that made their jaws drop from the news they received. I'm glad they believe it's their fault. But, they were only half of the problem...
Until She came along....
Days were rough enough at school. Every seemed to have nothing better to do than gawk at us because how we were, and who we were. They judged Inuyasha by the looks of his rags he wore, thinking they'd find him fishing out food from a dumpster or clothing from the crappy stores. They would judge people before they actually knew the person, they were all typical like that. All seemed to think exactly alike, hating the same people others did because they didn't have a mind of their own. They glared at me hatefully, thinking I was this bitch because the issues they heard through my household, thinking I'd have a beer bottle half smashed in my hand being the psycho that my father was.. We were too strong to listen to their bullshit, even if the odds were against us. They were all losers that had no mind of their own. It wasn't our fault we weren't perfect. but then again no body can be...
( Basically just an intro. I decided to write it in point of view. Something I've never done before with any stories. So hopefully it's good so far. This is just alittle taste of the story, and I will put up the chapters soon. Please read and review!)