He could feel it.......

He was slowly sinking into darkness

He was tired, god so tired

He could let go and say goodbye to life, it would be so easy, too just never wake

Leave behind all the pain, every person who had ever laughed, pointed, or cowered in fear at the sight of him

How had this happened

How had he gotten into this state?

He couldn't remember anything but the black

Not when it was so cold

When had it gotten so cold.........?

Oh well, he thought, better than reality

That was before the pain

It took all of his strength not to scream and scream until his screams and the silence blended too one sound in his ears

But he couldn't.........

If He screamed he would never get out of this ................
Blackness

He had to fight it

Through the pain and the cold he though he remembered something

A hope for a better tomorrow...............

It seemed like only a distant memory

Cascading black Hair, a soft smell, the gentle caress of some ones gray eyes, the same color as a stormy sky.............

The pain increased

He couldn't take it anymore

He opened his mouth to scream............

He woke up, as he had every night that week, shivering

He wiped away the blood that dripped down his chin where he had bit through his lower lip yet again

In his attempts not to scream

He looked at his hands

Where blood dripped sluggishly from 5 deep crescent shaped gashes

His fingers were stiff from gripping the flesh of his hands in such tight fists

If he could have seen himself through another's eyes

He would not have recognized himself

Haunted violet eyes searched the ground

As he rubbed his lips

Tinged blue from a mix of the cold

And the fact that sometime during his dream he had stopped breathing

That was no dream, he though to himself, that was death itself

As his eyes locked onto the object of his search

He grabbed it and yanked up his sleeve

The one useful invention from kagome's time

The Exacto Knife

He searched his arm for any empty spot

He cursed

His skin, once pale and perfect, was covered almost completely with deep ragged cuts

And Black and Blue bruises

He'd Have to start on his other arm

He raggedly began cutting deep marks into his arm

As the blood dripped down he couldn't help but wonder

How much longer will I live kagome?

How long can I keep suffering before I cant take it anymore

He smiled wryly

How much longer until you relize that I am dieing

That you wont be able to save me a second time

My soul is fighting against my body in a battle I cannot win

I want to scream

For what................? I don't know

Mercy

Redemption

A savior

Nothing can save me now

Nothing but you...............

Hey everybody what did ya think???!?!?! ^________^ kinda depressing yeah? And it only gets worse but don't worry this is defiantly an IK fic, very dark, but I would never kill off inuyasha!!!!!! I love him wayyyyyy to much, but if you review you'll ginf out in the next chapter kagomes percspective on whats happening to inuyasha, and the the fisrt part in the vents that lead up to this......and don't worry my next chappie IF YOU REVIEW will be longer!!! Later ^_^