Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Summery: Kagome lives in a home that is slowly killing her. She waits for the day she will be free. Can a mysterious boy help her escape from her life and show her a better place?
Chapter One: World War III
I couldn't stop the rain of blows that rocked me from side to side. Angry fists hit my face, my sides, and my back. I couldn't make it stop. I wanted it to stop but I was powerless against it.
He wouldn't stop.
I felt the blood seep through my nose and I tried to scream but to no avail. I had given up on begging a long time ago. I just had to wait until it stopped.
If it ever stopped.
Yet it did. The fist disappeared. The pounding stopped. Heavy steps walked further away from me. I stayed in the fetal position until I heard the door shut.
That's when I cried. I broke down right there in the middle of the floor and cried angry tears. The tears stung the cuts under my eyes but I didn't care. I hated myself and all I stood for in that instant.
"Please," I whispered. The pain was thick in my voice. I don't know who exactly I was saying please to. I just know I wanted someone to hear me. "No."
I knew no one could help me but me. I was all I had. If I was to survive, I need not depend on anyone else.
I shakily got to my feet and looked around. I was in the hallway. That's where the bastard caught me; in the fucking hallway. I didn't even see him coming.
That bastard. Naraku.
He may be my mothers husband, but he was nothing to me. My mother was ignorant to his attacks. I wonder how many times he had hit her.
I turned around and sank my fist into the wall, making it crack. A little part of me was surprised at my strength. I pulled away my fist, the dull pain easing my troubled mind. Blood trickled down my knuckles but I didn't care.
I limped over to the stairwell, my arm over my stomach, clutching my side. I rested my bloodied hand on the rail and looked up the steps with dread. With a painful grunt, I pulled myself up on the first step. I did this until I was on the top landing. I turned and got to my black door. It was so out of place with the creamy color scheme my mother was trying to achieve.
I placed my hand on the golden, polished door knob and pushed the door open. My room was as I left it. Nothing out of place in my dark haven.
I limped over to the bed and sat down, my black hair falling around my shoulders. If I could describe my self in one word, it would be dark. If you went to my school, you knew to keep your distance. I was someone you didn't fuck with. The bedsprings groaned under my weight. I licked the blood off my lips and stared at the wall for the longest time. I looked at it with no emotion. I just stared.
It had to stop.
I couldn't let it go on. I would not be beat into submission. No. Fuck that. I'd rather die standing then live on my knees.
But in the back of my mind, behind my noble claims, I knew I couldn't do it. I was too weak. He was too strong. I had fought back against him once. He left me with a broken arm, rib, and chipped tooth. I had to tell the doctors it was an accident or he would beat me again. I was so scared I did it.
Part of me now thinks that if I told the doctor right there, even with Naraku standing behind him, glaring at me, I would have been safe.
Yet, another part of me feared Naraku like he was god. I knew that gave him power over me but I couldn't help it.
I sighed and tugged off my boots. Laying back on the bed with another groan, I turned my gaze to the ceiling. The white matched my white walls which were decorated with various posters. It looked like an institution room that had been lived in for a long time.
I coughed and turned my head, spitting into the trash can by my bed. There was blood mixed in with the spit and I cursed Naraku. How was I to explain this at school tomorrow?
I'm so sick of lying. I had gotten so good at it and that scared the hell out of me.
Suddenly, I heard the door open downstairs. Sota had come home. Lucky bastard. He was Naraku's child with someone else. I hold no relation to him. I hated him just for the plain fact he was Naraku's seed. I know that was unfair of me but tough shit.
I sank into my bed, calling my own bluff. I talked big but like I said before, I was powerless. Hopeless.
I turned my head back to the ceiling.
"Please, God. I can't do this on my own." I whispered that little prayer, turning on my side, a tear falling down my face.
Sleep tugged on my conscious and I drifted off to sleep.
R&R Need ideas. Gonna be a Kagome and Inuyasha fanfic.
Domo,
DBDOC.
