The Hanyou's Self-Portrait by Hrtofdrkns
Based on an actual painting by a man who was scizophrenic. Kind of short I know, but I'll try to be longer next time. And yes, I ignore some of the rules of proper paragraph style in this chapter, but I think it fits.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha
I hate my life. I want to die.
Kagome hates me. She's disgusted by the sight of me. Sango too, and Miroku and Shippou. Even Kirara despises me, I'm sure of it. I can't blame them. After all, hanyous are filthy. They are mistakes of nature.
Kagome asks if anything is wrong. Have I been thinking out loud? Tell her I'm fine. She mustn't suspect anything.
"I'm fine." Lie to her. What does it matter? It doesn't matter. Just eat my ramen like a good dog.
She keeps the beads on because she can't trust me. I'm a monster after all. I could turn on her at any moment, evil, wicked half-breed monster that I am.
Mom hated me too. If she really loved me she wouldn't have brought me into the world. Sesshomaru and Kouga are right. Kagome should be with Kouga, not a worthless half-breed. And I am an insult to my father's bloodline, just as Sesshomaru told me.
But it's okay. I've got a plan. If I cut all the flesh off of my left arm, I'll feel better. Everything will be okay then.
Something in the back of my head is screaming at me, telling me that doesn't make sense. I ignore it and set to work. My claws cut into the underside of my elbow, all the way to the bone. There's lots of blood.
I feel better already.
Pull on the skin, expose some of the muscle. Wait, why am I doing this again? To kill myself?
I can't remember...
To be continued.
The cutting the flesh off of the left arm was the painter's delusion. Don't know if I can continue this on but we'll see.