Kagome's little secret

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She stared at the razor. As if entranced by it. She put it to her already scarred skin and with a completely emotionless face slit on top of one of the many scars she still had there.

First nothing. Then the line turned red, and a mound of blood spilled over her wrist. She looked at what she had done and scolded herself for doing it again. She just couldn't help it…She was so sad, so depressed and angry. Sure she had her reasons for doing it, but she also was smart enough to know that it was unhealthy and just plain out wrong. Another slit. This time deeper. Her face still held little emotion except for the hint of anguish behind her eyes. 'Why am I doing this?' She asked herself again and again. Another slit. This time slower and deeper. Usually she would have some paper towels or tissue to mop up the blood before it dripped so that her mother wouldn't find the stains and ask her what they were from. Especially since she was sure that her mom was already suspecting something. But this time she let the drops fall to the floor. It seemed that the drops were everywhere. On the ground, on her cloths, on her skin, smears on the wall, on her bed, on her blankets, even on her homework paper. Five more cuts. There was more blood than ever before. She started to get worried that she had cut too much. She couldn't stop.

Faster, deeper. The cuts turned into a gash on her arm. She couldn't stop. The drops turned into a puddle around her form. Too much…too far… It was an addiction. Without it she would go into withdrawal. Her arm no longer felt the pain she had come to tolerate. It was now completely covered in blood. Some had started to dry on her upper arm because the cuts up there had stopped bleeding.

She took the razor and plunged it into her wrist where the veins could be seen. She whimpered. She had never cut there before. It was usually on the top of her wrist were it would be tan. The pain snapped her back to her senses. 'Oh shit' She felt lightheaded and was panting heavily. Her vision was slightly blurred. She looked down at the pool of blood around her and at her blood-drenched arm with the razor still in her pulsing wrist. 'What have I done?' She was so tired she couldn't cry. Her flesh, she noticed, had turned unusually pale. Her instincts told her to wrench the razor out of her wrist. She held back the scream she felt inside her throat.

" Inuyasha." She whispered.

'If I'm going to die, then I want to be as near to him as possible.' She thought as she slowly got up as to avoid fainting. She wasn't stupid enough to deny that her death was approaching. But she hated herself for being the cause of it directly.

She stumbled down the stairs to the well at her shrine and more sort of fell in. A familiar blue light engulfed her as she traveled back to the feudal era. Her feet landed softly on the ground and her body soon followed. She realized that is she ever wanted to find Inuyasha, then she would need to climb up. Her vision blurred and her head spinned as she got up and started the pain staking climb using only one arm because the other she had rendered useless. When half her body hung over the top of the well, and splinters dug into her hand, she toppled over the side onto the cool evening grass. It was then that she realized she was still bleeding. She rolled over so that she was looking at the stars.' What a beautiful night' she thought calmly. Her world seemed so serene at the moment.

Clouds drifted over the deep dark blue sky. She felt cold. Drops of rain started to fall on her exposed flesh. As if washing away her misery. She closed her eyes.

"Inuyasha, I'm sorry." She breathed, and all went black.

A/N: Hi!