Hey, so this is my first story ever on this site. I have the story written out and everything. So, hope you enjoy and all that. I know it's short but it get better. Happy reading!
I hate planes. As I stepped out of the taxi, I still couldn't get my ears to pop. I had gotten off a plane from America in the Japanese airport a few minutes ago and my ears still felt clogged with air. This taxi had taken me from the airport to the house I had grown up in. As far as I knew, my family still lived there.
I raised my fist to knock on the door but before my knuckles hit the wood, it opened.
"Ash, you're back!" My little brother, Sota, came barreling into me at the speed of light. I wrapped my arms around him in return. Kagome, my sister, hugged me too. My eyes lifted to my mom who stood in the doorway smiling. I raced into her open arms, my unusually bright red hair flying as I did.
Inside, Grandpa sat at the table for whatever reason. "How was America?" He asked when I sat across from him. I shrugged, "Different, very different." He nodded, somewhat satisfied with my answer.
My room from two years ago hadn't changed a bit. The same twin bed with white sheets and pillows, a standard brown wood desk in the corner, a standard closet, and a large window mounted in the wall. I smiled and sighed, dropping my bags where I stood, and face-planted onto my bed. Kagome nearly tripped over my duffel bag when she came to bring me tea. "Gosh, Ash, the minute you come back you pick up right where you left off. I thought you would have changed after spending two years alone on the other side of the world." I flipped over to see her grinning playfully, "Never," I said, picking up a cup. Kagome set the tray on my desk and sat on the edge of my bed. "I missed you." She told me. I took her hand and set the cup on the floor, "I missed you too, Little Sister." Kagome hugged me, clutching my shirt until Mom called her and Sota into the kitchen. I watched her go, I hope she tells them. I thought, frowning. She didn't tell them last time.
Even from my room, I heard muttering. I tended to pick up even the smallest sound. I had oddly enhanced hearing. I stood and picked up the tray, walking downstairs. I paused outside the entrance to the kitchen. I listened, just for a moment. "Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't she tell us?" Kagome was saying. I lowered my head at her hurt tone. I couldn't bear to hear more. I raced up to my room and placed the tray back on the desk. Without touching anything, I ran to the shrine outside beside the house. I glanced over my shoulder and slid the door out of the way.
A strong wind howled and the noise echoed about the small room. I walked down the stairs to the well slowly, cries came from the brick structure. I placed my hand on the edges and swung my legs over so I was sitting on the side of the well with my feet dangling above the dark abyss. Completely ignoring my American-styled clothing choice, I pushed myself into the unknown darkness and welcomed the startling plummet towards the ground.