Author's Note: So my lovelies, this is what happens when I have an emotional unhappy conversation and a small (very very small and ineffective) amount of liquor. This story is important to me for so many reasons and I've been mauling this over in my head for months now. Of course, as I've mentioned I write what I'm in the mood for and hey budda boom badda bing, this is the end result. Please take time to read it. If you know the kind of writer I am, you know I won't make this depressing. This does have romance in it, remember? Trust me.

This is a two-parter. I've posted them together because I felt like this was the way it should be structured. Please review and let me know what you think, even if you want to kill me.

This is also not affiliated in any way, shape or form to the story How to Kill Me. The titles are just similar in nature.

Warning: part one character death (NOT part two). Read the second part, I promise it's worth it. Take note to the time I've lovingly provided.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the song How to Save a Life by The Fray.

How to Save a Life

A Glimpse - Part One

Saturday, April 17th, 2010

6:38 pm

This couldn't be happening.

"I need to sort this out!" Inuyasha yelled, pulling back and turning around so fast that his long black hair whipped his face. "I need to do this alone!"

"No one should be alone like this! You deserve to be taken care of just like everyone else! You are not fucking special Inuyasha! You're not this evolutionary being that doesn't need comfort and companionship during loss! I'm here for you, no matter what. I'm here to help you deal with the death of a woman you loved and cherished! I'm here to take care of you and glue back the pieces of the heart you've seemed to shatter!" Kagome Higurashi could barely keep it together.

"Fuck off! Shut the fuck up!" Inuyasha yelled, punching at the wall inches from his face. "Stop talking!" Another punch and Kagome flinched as the impact cracked the drywall.

"Inuyasha, I can't..." The words died from her lips when he finally turned to face her.

"Get out," he whispered again, hatred clear in his face. "Get out right now."

The next moment was a blur of pain and fury and desperation. She was hardly aware of the glass shattering in her hands or the plates she smashed into the walls. She didn't register the crashing noises or the screams and shouts of Inuyasha's curses and complaints. She kicked and fought every step and every movement towards his front door, fighting with the key ring before throwing the metal object at his head, wishing it hit him harder than it had. She ripped the ring he had given her on their first anniversary off of her finger and threw that too into the mess of broken glass and damaged property.

"Have a good fucking life," she screamed, feeling like every part of her was slowly shutting down to nothing but hurt and fear coiled in her stomach. "If you didn't want to lose me, well you fucking lost me now."

She couldn't even look at him anymore. Kagome shook her head and left, shutting the door quietly before running down the hallway. She didn't even wait for the elevator, taking the stairs and running down the long flights, taking one step at a time until she reached the bottom.

She ran into the parking lot and started her car, not watching to make sure she didn't hit anyone, not checking her blind spots or rear-view mirror or fucking windshield. She drove as if tears didn't blind her vision, completely obscuring everything into muddled shapes of cold and unloving objects. Nothing was going to make her feel better now.

The buzzing of her phone almost snapped her back to reality. She quickly reached down, watching as the ID screen flashed a picture of him and in pure rage she threw the phone down into the passenger seat.

Fuck Inuyasha. Fuck him and his need to be alone.

Fuck everything.

Fuck the city and the people and the ones that didn't give a crap about poor girls like her.

Fuck her friends that never understood, the enemies that stabbed her back and the boyfriends that treated her like shit.

Fuck the world and all of its inhabitants.

Her car swerved into the right lane, preparing for the right turn ahead.

The phone vibrated again and Kagome wasted no time in snatching it up, answering the call and screaming like there was nothing else in the world left to do because this was it. This was Kagome's time now and she would be damned if anything stopped her.

"What the fuck do you want now Inuyasha?" Kagome yelled; her voice was almost raw from choking on the sobs that constantly escaped past her lips. "What the hell do you want? Do you want to tell me how worthless I am and how I ruined your life?"

The turn was approaching fast now and even though it was a red light, Kagome barely cared. Turning right on red was legal and Kagome had every intention of slowing her vehicle down – just not stopping, never stopping because she couldn't.

"Kagome–"

"Shut up Inuyasha!" she yelled again, barely seeing the road as she applied pressure to the brakes and gripped the steering wheel tight with her left hand. "I don't need to talk to you and I don't need to deal with you right now! You wanted me gone well now I'm gone!"

She looked haphazardly to the left, unable to see much past the tears but she didn't care, didn't worry because she was turning the wheel in her hand, making the turn and going home damn it because that's what she had to do. That was her goal, as short lived as it was.

"Kagome–"

"I'm fucking gone!" she screamed, bitter and crying.

The pain was there and suddenly it wasn't. The absolute force of the massive eighteen-wheeler truck going just over the eighty kilometres-per-hour speed limit was enough resulting trauma to kill her instantly. The driver's side of the car crushed into itself, folding in half and mangling the body left inside. The truck screeched to a halt several feet ahead, the driver looking stricken and deathly pale as he jumped out and ran to the destroyed car on his front bumper. There was nothing he could do.

Police, fire fighters and paramedics were called to the scene, trying to separate the truck and the car before attempting to even find the body of the dead woman.

What no one knew – out of the thirty-four concerned onlookers and the several dozen hard-working crew members – was that within the tangled mess of snapped metal and deflated air bags was a cellphone beeping from a disconnected call.

When Kagome said she was gone, she really meant it.

I promise this is not the end (or, actually, the beginning). Note the time for this part and then please move on to A Future - Part Two. There's a message here I am addressing.