A.N.: I have to thank everyone who has been waiting for me to post something new after all these years. I know I've taken far too long to do just that. I apologize greatly! I beg for your utmost forgiveness, and promise that I will do better about posting more.
Disclaimer: We all know I am nowhere near talented enough to come up with such a great story plot as Inuyasha, nor am I creative enough musically to write such an amazing piece of music that has inspired this fic, Scream By Katie Armiger. So, now that all necessities are out of the way, please enjoy!
On with the story!
Scream
By: Tiffierene
Thinking back, I don't know why I was so surprised when he told me his decision. I always knew I was second compared to her. So all I did was smile, say it was okay, and let him leave with a brief hug and a parting ''I knew you'd understand." There was no questioning, begging, or tears as he left to find his beloved. Nor were there any throughout the remainder of our journey, towards him anyway. For a time, being surrounded by my friends in this Era kept me distracted, with the whole locating the last of the Shikon no Tama and defeating Naraku stuff. Although now that the jewel is complete, Naraku destroyed, and me unable to go back home, there is nothing keeping me from continuously thinking about everything that has happened.
At first, after the others figured out what his decision was, they kept asking how I truly felt and giving me pitying looks. I let their questions, and my hurt, roll off my shoulders. I would just give them my biggest smile and gently inform them I was just glad he was happy. Always saying and acting as though it was of no concern to me. They didn't need to worry about my shattering heart, since they had so much they had to worry about in regards to their own circumstances. So I just suffered in silence. Like those actresses from home, I've been wearing a mask to hide my true feelings from my "audience."
It's just before the dawning of a new day, and I have finally been able to slip away from the group's watchful eyes. Of course, I had to sneak out at the most ungodly hour while everyone was asleep, but there was no other way. Being so caught up in my own thoughts, I had to have walked for who knows how long, it felt like hours but could have simply been minutes. Subconsciously though, I know I'm just out of hearing range of those with superior hearing in our rag-tag group.
So, here I am now, in this desolate location, looking out at the vast landscape of rolling plains and distant mountains. Being here is the last place I truly want to be, but I know I must. The silence is welcoming, but completely suffocating. After some time of just standing here, the tears unexpectedly start flowing and I'm doing everything I can to keep from losing all control of my emotions. I keep trying to stop the tears, but now I'm unable to stop the gut-wrenching sobs from escaping. My whole body is shaking from my cries, and with each sob I feel myself steadily breaking further. Finally, I give in to my shattered heart, drop my mask, and succumb to the pain that has been building up. I've finally come undone. I'm no longer just crying, now I'm screaming. As the next heart shattering scream is wrenched from my body, I wrap my arms around myself, unable to hold it together anymore.
As my cries of woe finally start to subside, the sun has finally crested the distant, peaking mountains. I'm still struggling to catch my breath and to quell the telling hiccups that have accompanied my sorrow, but, with the coming of day, I'm becoming aware of my surroundings. With this awareness, I soon realize that it's no longer my own arms that have such a firm holding of my being. There is nothing I can do as a shiver down my spine and a shaking breath is ripped from my body as I hear a pained plea. "Why have you held such pain in for so long?"
A.N.: Well, let me know what you think. This was an idea that hit me at midnight and wouldn't leave me alone until I put it down on paper. Any and all criticism is accepted, just please be gentle since I haven't written anything in years.