What Sorrow Brings
By akumikumoriryuu
I don't not own the characters that I used as inspiration or am currently using in this fiction. They all belong to Rumiko Takahashi.
The moon shone through the window. The light that had graciously been provided by the moon revealed a woman. The woman was petite but unremarkably beautiful. It wasn't
her looks that made her so beautiful. Her eyes were her striking feature. It was like staring at two perfect glowing emeralds. Did she know how beautiful she was? The normal
passerby would conclude that she did. But if you had known her you would have known that there wasn't a single mirror in her room. That she had never been outside her house.
That it had been seven years since she had been allowed to leave her room. Her room was a fully furnished jail cell. Her food and clothing was provided to her through a metal
sot in her door. Her bathroom had a toilet and shower but was devoid of a mirror. The woman was the age of fifteen. Not even a women yet. Her only source of escape the
window that shone with the moonlight. The window was miraculously carved. It took up the space of a wall. The only reason she had not tried to escape through thee window
was that she knew she would surely die. She was after all on the third story of the house. Would anyone care? Someone fed and clothed her everyday, so someone wanted her
alive. What the girl didn't know was that seven years ago she had been diagnosed with an incurable disease. This disease killed anyone who came in contact with her. She
suffered no effects because she was the carrier of this unheard of and incurable disease. In the end she would always wind up alone. She had lived this long hoping someone
would come and release her from this god forsaken room. No one ever came and her hope was slowly losing hope that anyone would come. After coming to the conclusion that
no one would come she resolved to jump. At least she would be able to fell the fresh air on her skin as she jumped. She needed a reason to stay in this world and she had none.
She began to advance on the window at an increased pace. As she hit the window she finally felt free. There she was falling to her death and she felt enlightened. She didn't feel
the glass cutting into her skin. She didn't feel the immense pain of falling onto the cold hard pavement below. As she took her final breath she finally felt alive. In the room that she
had just jumped out of there stood an angel. The angel of death. He had supplied the girl with the food and clothes. The girl's parents had locked her in her room and had
abandoned her to die after her disease had been discovered. After causing so much sorrow in the girl he had finally granted her the reprieve of death. After all the perfect meal for
an angel of death is sorrow and pain. She had given him seven years worth. This was enough to sustain himself for centuries. If only her family had known it was he who had
caused all the deaths. He was the incurable disease.