Ok, I know I have another story that should be receiving my full attention, but I just couldn't resist!
I got this idea and thought to myself: 'Hey! This could turn into something great!'
So, if you agree with me...
Review!
She tossed and turned violently in her bed, trying to fight the dreams that had haunted her for years. She was covered in sweat, groaning painfully as memories of her past took over...
They were coming.
Frantically, she scurried out of the small bedroom and ran towards the hall closet- the only place she had never tried to hide in before.
She closed the door behind her quietly before edging slowly towards the back wall, hidden behind a large mass of trench coats and furs. She looked down at her small, five-year-old feet. She flinched when she heard the shattering of glass on the linoleum of the kitchen floor.
She wrapped her arms around herself tightly as they called her name.
Kagome..?
Kagome!
She whimpered softly, her breath was coming out short- rushed. She never thought she could be so scared. She could see their shadows running down the hall and back again, turning things over as they searched and searched and searched.
'Naraku!', she heard her mother screech.
'What do you want, damn fool woman- I'm trying to find the girl!', her uncle hissed.
"I think I know where she is," she whispered softly- knowing that her miko daughter would hear every word- she was just trying to scare her.
It was working.
She leaned closer to the wall, as if to hide in the very wall itself. She could feel the unwanted tears as they cascaded down her small, round cheeks.
The door burst open- and there she was.
Her mother and her uncle stood outside the door of the small closet.
Long, flowing black hair fell past her shoulders- cold, empty gray eyes stared at her with contempt and disgusting pleasure. She held a belt in one hand, the other clutched her uncles hand tightly.
This was her mother; this cold, callous woman was her mother.
'Well done, Kikyou', her uncle sneered.
She shrinks back, her mind screams, ' Daddy, where are you!'
Kikyou grinned devilishly,' Come here, darling,' she reached towards her slowly.
She struggled against her mothers strong hold, sobbing loudly as they walked towards the end of the hallway- towards a black door..
The basement.
She screams and screams, but no one can hear her- their home was secluded- the outside world was oblivious to what was about to happen.
They walked down the stairs slowy, turning on the lights with a flick of the wrist.
She could see the large pool.
A pool full of amonia.
Her screams only grew louder, her struggles more pronounced as she was pushed into the large pool, and held under.
She could feel the belt ripping at her flesh...
'No Mama- No!', she screamed, shooting up from her bed and searching the room with wild, chocolate brown eyes.
She sighed and, lifting her shaking hands to her face, tried to calm down.
Just a dream, Kagome, she thought forcefully.
Just a dream!
Her alarm clock started to go off loudly, making her screech and fall out of the bed onto the floor.
She stared at the floor a moment, blowing the cloud of black bangs out of her face only to have them fall right back into place.
"God I am such a spaz," she chastised herself, trying to distract herself from unwanted thoughts as she made her bed.
She stretched her arms over her head and yawned, trying to pretend this was just like any other day..
Oh wait, it was.
She looked at the clock and gasped- 7:40!
"Damnit, I'm gonna be late!", she rooted through her dresser, trying to find something to wear.
She pulled out a random shirt and pulled on her favorite jeans and her light blue Matchbox 20 hoodie. She struggled into her worn-out red converse and ran down the narrow hallway to her small bathroom.
Ten minutes later, she was running out the door of her small apartment to her small ford truck. Her long black hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, leaving her classically oval face unframed. She struggled to open the door of the old truck, cursing herself loudly.
When she started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot quickly, the radio began to play loudly- she didn't even notice.
'Shit! My first day at my new school and I'm going to be late!', she mentally chastised herself.
She didn't notice the black car with tinted windows and blanked out tags pull in front of her appartment.
She didn't see them kick down the door...
Okay! That's the new edited version. Woohoo!
I know some of you are probably angry that I haven't updated; but I honestly have no idea what to write! I haven't been able to write SQUAT for months! So I'm just gonna edit stuff until it hits me, lol.
June 27, 2010.