Concrete Angel
Chapter one: Never again.
Disclaimer: Damn.........Nope I anit saying it! No wa no how! *Sees lots of lawyers* Uh...*sweatdrops* FINE! I don't own fucking inuyasha or the gang! But hey I own eps 1-102, the movie and pam! Muhahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take that u stupid lawyers! O_o uh...hehe just kidding *runs from mad lawyers*
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Kagome walked down the sidewalk, soaked and wet from the pouring rain. She had long dark hair that almost looked blue when the sun hit it just right; but it now clinged to her pale face. Her once brownish green eyes that shined with happiness, were now dark and dull; they were lifeless. Her pale face that once showed many emotions was now cold, and emotionless like a stone. She was dressed in a long midnight black dress that went to her feet, and had long selves to cover up her bruises, cuts and scrapes on her arms. Her feet were bare fore she had her shoes in her left hand. The rain that had lighten alit caused her make-up to smudged and her mascara to run down her cheeks.
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She closed her dark dull eyes, letting a tear or two slip, letting it run down to her chin and fall onto the cold hard concrete. Walking down the sidewalk she stopped to look in a window to see a family happily buying toys without a care in the world; she smiled a little then looked back down at her feet, her smile leaving her face. Her feet had cuts and scrapes on them, with one or tow bruises, though the bleeding had subsided long ago. She looked at the midnight black shoes in her hands, and shook her head.
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Her hands were like her feet cut, bruised, and scarped up; her nails they were long and sharp like an arrow, chipped in some places, she kept them that way for self defense if nothing else. She continued walking, heading home. Home? She hated her home, and every thing in it. No love was in that retched place called home, just hatred. Her mom and dad always fighting, then her dad would go get drunk and come back to beat the hell out of her.
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Kagome sighed, her dad was a heartless bastard. He didn't even go to their grandfathers funeral, which is the place she was walking home from, after all he was the only one who protected her, or atlas tried to, from her family. She knew she'd die someday in that hell hole, but she didn't care, what did it matter? Her dreams and hopes were dead. Everybody who cared for her died or moved away, so she was alone.
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As she neared the house she could her screaming mean ether her parents were in a fight or they were having sex, which she doubted. She walked up the stairs about to open the door, but quickly stopped when she heard something hit the door and break. Kagome decided she climb the fire escape up to her bedroom window, so she wouldn't take the chance of being in the middle of their fight.
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She climbed in to her window and into her room. Her room wasn't big or pleasant at all, but very small and ugly. Her bed was a thing of blankets laying on the hard wood floor and her pillow was her jacket. The wall paper was an ugly puke green, and was peeling off; her dresser was a few cardboard boxes, which she had picked up off the street, stacked up. In the middle of the floor was a white circle made of chalk, which she drew her self; she study some witch craft and had picked up a little on it, learning protection spells.
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She put her shoes on the floor and took off her wet dress, and changed into some raggy old blue jeans with a baggy T-shirt that had holes in it. She sat down in the middle of the circle and started to pray, praying that her mom would't' say it, that she wouldn't say she was leaving again. Those few words scared her the most.
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Kagome then heard those words, "Fine! I don't fucking care about you and this fucking hell hole, or that bitch of a daughter! I'm leaving and I hope you fucking rott in hell you bastard!" she heard her mom yell.
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Kagome started to curl up into a little ball on the floor whiling saying "Please god no!" she said over and over barley above a whisper.
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"Fine! Fucking bitch!" his voice ranged though Kagome's ears, " KAGOME!?!?!?! Get your fucking ass down here!" He yelled and soon Kagome could her foot steps coming up the stairs, she pulled her knees up against her chest and stared at the door, fear now showing in her eyes and all over her face.
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The door started to open has a huge man stepped into the room. He reeked of beer, and cigarettes, and anger flashed in his cold blue eyes. He had a black beard and black hair that was messed up; his large hands were dirty and has scratches on them. "Kagome you fucking bitch!" He yelled and closed the door. Kagome's eyes widen with fear fore she knew what was going to happen, he beat her and nobody would help her. She closed her eyes has he came closer, raising his fist and bring it down to connect with her face.
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Screams of a young girl could be heard, but nobody gave it a second thought about calling the police, instead they just closed they windows and turned out the lights; they didn't want to put their necks on the line for a kid.
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Kagome woke up the next morning half of her was glad that she was still alive, but half of her also disappointed that he wasn't dead. She went to the bathroom to see her new cuts, bruises, and scrapes. Her arms were mainly black and blue now and only about five little cuts and scrapes; on her leg she had about nine cuts and a bruised knee caps with a bruised foot, but nothing she couldn't hide. She looked at her face in the mirror only to see dried up blood under her nose and a little near her lip, and a black eye, that make up could hide if she used enough.
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She sighed and walked back to her room to find some clothes to hide her bruises. She picked up one card board box and took out a red long sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jeans that had a hole in the back of the knee. She put the shirt on carefully, not wanting to hit a bruise and have it hurt, and the same with her jeans.
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She put on her make-up, just enough to hide her bruises but it made her look like a gothic, because her make up was pale powder and dark eye shadow, and mascara. She packed up her books and open the door, making sure to look out into the hall before coming out of her room. Seeing has he was still asleep she started to slowly walk down stairs and out the door.
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The sun was bright, and the birds were singing. It would have been a good day if you weren't her. Kagome covered her eyes to hide them from the blinding sun, and started to walk down the sidewalk. She had had it! She was going to get out of that hell hole and kill that bastard, though she had never handled a gun before, she was going to shoot him after all how hard could it be? This was her life, and it was the life that nobody wanted and now a girl who once had dreams of being an actress with riches and fame, was now becoming a cold blooded murder.
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She got to school early like she always did, and went to her locker only to see her only friend, Pam, standing there. "So how was the uh.....well funeral?" Pam asked knowing it was a stupid thing to ask but she didn't know what else to say.
"What do you think? It was like a funeral sad and depressing." Kagome answered while opening her locker.
"So why didn't you answer the phone last night, when I called?" Pam knew about Kagome's family and had been telling her to go to the cops for years, but Kagome always said she could take care of her self.
"I was busy with homework and chores, and...I was really up set with the funeral and all you know?" Kagome replied, even though she knew that Pam wasn't stupid enough to fall for such lie, exspicaly when Pam gave her the you-gotta-be-kidding-me look.
"Kagome don't give me that bull shit Kagome-" Pam started but stopped when the tardy bell ranged; Kagome sighed in relief, 'saved by the bell!' she thought as she walked to class.
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The day flew by and Pam was still a little worried about what happened last night to Kagome. Kagome started to walk home, thinking about how she could kill him. She looked up to the blue sky, then noticed that some of the clouds looked like a knife, which scared her a bit, as if god knew what she was about to do. She looked at the ground and decide she shoot him with a pistil in the heart, then lay it next to his hand, as if he had killed him self. Then she high tail it out of there and leave the city to start a new life. Nodding her head has if agreeing with her self she started up the stairs to the house.
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Her dad shouldn't be home till late after all he went out every Monday night to get drunk and come home to beat her, not tonight. Tonight he would be dead, and she make sure of that. He had hurt her in so many ways she wanted to make sure he was dead.
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She packed her clothes up and everything else a girl needs to servi besides food. Then she went and got the gun, the gun that would end her misery forever.
Hours passed and she waited in her room, waiting to end his life, to end her father's life or better yet her tormentor's life. She could her the door slam and the foot steps on the stairs letting her know that it was time. "KAGOME!?!?!" He yelled when he walked in to her room. Kagome stood up and aimed the gun at his heart, "Kagome?" He asked trying to make sure he wasn't imaging her with a gun.
Kagome put her finger on the trigger ready to shoot, " Father dear, I'll see you in hell!" She yelled and pulled the trigger, sending the bullet though his heart. He looked down at his wound seeing the blood soak his shirt, then back at her, " Kagome..?" he asked with his last breath and feel to the floor with a sickening thud as his lifeless body hit the floor. She stared at his body, looking at the man who was once her father.
His face was pale now with a little blood leaking out of his mouth. Blood was all around the body; making a huge puddle of thick,fresh blood on the hard wood floor. His once yellow shirt now as a dark orange drenched in his blood, he was now nothing more then a lifeless body. She stared at him a while still trying to process that she had kill her father, her own flesh and blood. She got down on her knees and checked his pulse wanting to make sure he was dead, she almost expected him to jump up and choke her to death, but alas there was no pulse, he was really dead.
Kagome stared to smile, then laugh, though it wasn't a happy laugh, it was a mad, sad, and crazy like laugh. She finally was free! She got up and was about to leave when she remembered she needed money, then looked at the copes on the floor. " Well he wont need money in hell, so i'll just take it." She said to her self has she pulled out his brown leather wallet. "Wow! Where did all this come from?" She asked her dad though she knew he was dead. In the wallet there was four hundred dollar bills and a couple of twenties.
She sighed and got back up walking out of the house never looking back, at her prison. She ran to the bus catching it just in time. The bus was old an raggedy and only one seat was left but it was by some freak with white hair, but hell it was a seat. "Can I sit here please?" She asked, and all she got for an answer was 'Feh' which she took as a yes. 'This is it! My new life is starting!' she thought to her self not wondering about what would happen when the cops found the corps, or never knowing that she would soon be on the run.
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Hey ppl! Wats up!?!?! Hope you like the story! Review ok plz!?!?! *Hands out bats and hangs up naraku* Here beat the s t out of him! ^_^
Chapter one: Never again.
Disclaimer: Damn.........Nope I anit saying it! No wa no how! *Sees lots of lawyers* Uh...*sweatdrops* FINE! I don't own fucking inuyasha or the gang! But hey I own eps 1-102, the movie and pam! Muhahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take that u stupid lawyers! O_o uh...hehe just kidding *runs from mad lawyers*
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Kagome walked down the sidewalk, soaked and wet from the pouring rain. She had long dark hair that almost looked blue when the sun hit it just right; but it now clinged to her pale face. Her once brownish green eyes that shined with happiness, were now dark and dull; they were lifeless. Her pale face that once showed many emotions was now cold, and emotionless like a stone. She was dressed in a long midnight black dress that went to her feet, and had long selves to cover up her bruises, cuts and scrapes on her arms. Her feet were bare fore she had her shoes in her left hand. The rain that had lighten alit caused her make-up to smudged and her mascara to run down her cheeks.
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She closed her dark dull eyes, letting a tear or two slip, letting it run down to her chin and fall onto the cold hard concrete. Walking down the sidewalk she stopped to look in a window to see a family happily buying toys without a care in the world; she smiled a little then looked back down at her feet, her smile leaving her face. Her feet had cuts and scrapes on them, with one or tow bruises, though the bleeding had subsided long ago. She looked at the midnight black shoes in her hands, and shook her head.
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Her hands were like her feet cut, bruised, and scarped up; her nails they were long and sharp like an arrow, chipped in some places, she kept them that way for self defense if nothing else. She continued walking, heading home. Home? She hated her home, and every thing in it. No love was in that retched place called home, just hatred. Her mom and dad always fighting, then her dad would go get drunk and come back to beat the hell out of her.
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Kagome sighed, her dad was a heartless bastard. He didn't even go to their grandfathers funeral, which is the place she was walking home from, after all he was the only one who protected her, or atlas tried to, from her family. She knew she'd die someday in that hell hole, but she didn't care, what did it matter? Her dreams and hopes were dead. Everybody who cared for her died or moved away, so she was alone.
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As she neared the house she could her screaming mean ether her parents were in a fight or they were having sex, which she doubted. She walked up the stairs about to open the door, but quickly stopped when she heard something hit the door and break. Kagome decided she climb the fire escape up to her bedroom window, so she wouldn't take the chance of being in the middle of their fight.
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She climbed in to her window and into her room. Her room wasn't big or pleasant at all, but very small and ugly. Her bed was a thing of blankets laying on the hard wood floor and her pillow was her jacket. The wall paper was an ugly puke green, and was peeling off; her dresser was a few cardboard boxes, which she had picked up off the street, stacked up. In the middle of the floor was a white circle made of chalk, which she drew her self; she study some witch craft and had picked up a little on it, learning protection spells.
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She put her shoes on the floor and took off her wet dress, and changed into some raggy old blue jeans with a baggy T-shirt that had holes in it. She sat down in the middle of the circle and started to pray, praying that her mom would't' say it, that she wouldn't say she was leaving again. Those few words scared her the most.
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Kagome then heard those words, "Fine! I don't fucking care about you and this fucking hell hole, or that bitch of a daughter! I'm leaving and I hope you fucking rott in hell you bastard!" she heard her mom yell.
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Kagome started to curl up into a little ball on the floor whiling saying "Please god no!" she said over and over barley above a whisper.
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"Fine! Fucking bitch!" his voice ranged though Kagome's ears, " KAGOME!?!?!?! Get your fucking ass down here!" He yelled and soon Kagome could her foot steps coming up the stairs, she pulled her knees up against her chest and stared at the door, fear now showing in her eyes and all over her face.
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The door started to open has a huge man stepped into the room. He reeked of beer, and cigarettes, and anger flashed in his cold blue eyes. He had a black beard and black hair that was messed up; his large hands were dirty and has scratches on them. "Kagome you fucking bitch!" He yelled and closed the door. Kagome's eyes widen with fear fore she knew what was going to happen, he beat her and nobody would help her. She closed her eyes has he came closer, raising his fist and bring it down to connect with her face.
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Screams of a young girl could be heard, but nobody gave it a second thought about calling the police, instead they just closed they windows and turned out the lights; they didn't want to put their necks on the line for a kid.
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Kagome woke up the next morning half of her was glad that she was still alive, but half of her also disappointed that he wasn't dead. She went to the bathroom to see her new cuts, bruises, and scrapes. Her arms were mainly black and blue now and only about five little cuts and scrapes; on her leg she had about nine cuts and a bruised knee caps with a bruised foot, but nothing she couldn't hide. She looked at her face in the mirror only to see dried up blood under her nose and a little near her lip, and a black eye, that make up could hide if she used enough.
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She sighed and walked back to her room to find some clothes to hide her bruises. She picked up one card board box and took out a red long sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jeans that had a hole in the back of the knee. She put the shirt on carefully, not wanting to hit a bruise and have it hurt, and the same with her jeans.
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She put on her make-up, just enough to hide her bruises but it made her look like a gothic, because her make up was pale powder and dark eye shadow, and mascara. She packed up her books and open the door, making sure to look out into the hall before coming out of her room. Seeing has he was still asleep she started to slowly walk down stairs and out the door.
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The sun was bright, and the birds were singing. It would have been a good day if you weren't her. Kagome covered her eyes to hide them from the blinding sun, and started to walk down the sidewalk. She had had it! She was going to get out of that hell hole and kill that bastard, though she had never handled a gun before, she was going to shoot him after all how hard could it be? This was her life, and it was the life that nobody wanted and now a girl who once had dreams of being an actress with riches and fame, was now becoming a cold blooded murder.
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She got to school early like she always did, and went to her locker only to see her only friend, Pam, standing there. "So how was the uh.....well funeral?" Pam asked knowing it was a stupid thing to ask but she didn't know what else to say.
"What do you think? It was like a funeral sad and depressing." Kagome answered while opening her locker.
"So why didn't you answer the phone last night, when I called?" Pam knew about Kagome's family and had been telling her to go to the cops for years, but Kagome always said she could take care of her self.
"I was busy with homework and chores, and...I was really up set with the funeral and all you know?" Kagome replied, even though she knew that Pam wasn't stupid enough to fall for such lie, exspicaly when Pam gave her the you-gotta-be-kidding-me look.
"Kagome don't give me that bull shit Kagome-" Pam started but stopped when the tardy bell ranged; Kagome sighed in relief, 'saved by the bell!' she thought as she walked to class.
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The day flew by and Pam was still a little worried about what happened last night to Kagome. Kagome started to walk home, thinking about how she could kill him. She looked up to the blue sky, then noticed that some of the clouds looked like a knife, which scared her a bit, as if god knew what she was about to do. She looked at the ground and decide she shoot him with a pistil in the heart, then lay it next to his hand, as if he had killed him self. Then she high tail it out of there and leave the city to start a new life. Nodding her head has if agreeing with her self she started up the stairs to the house.
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Her dad shouldn't be home till late after all he went out every Monday night to get drunk and come home to beat her, not tonight. Tonight he would be dead, and she make sure of that. He had hurt her in so many ways she wanted to make sure he was dead.
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She packed her clothes up and everything else a girl needs to servi besides food. Then she went and got the gun, the gun that would end her misery forever.
Hours passed and she waited in her room, waiting to end his life, to end her father's life or better yet her tormentor's life. She could her the door slam and the foot steps on the stairs letting her know that it was time. "KAGOME!?!?!" He yelled when he walked in to her room. Kagome stood up and aimed the gun at his heart, "Kagome?" He asked trying to make sure he wasn't imaging her with a gun.
Kagome put her finger on the trigger ready to shoot, " Father dear, I'll see you in hell!" She yelled and pulled the trigger, sending the bullet though his heart. He looked down at his wound seeing the blood soak his shirt, then back at her, " Kagome..?" he asked with his last breath and feel to the floor with a sickening thud as his lifeless body hit the floor. She stared at his body, looking at the man who was once her father.
His face was pale now with a little blood leaking out of his mouth. Blood was all around the body; making a huge puddle of thick,fresh blood on the hard wood floor. His once yellow shirt now as a dark orange drenched in his blood, he was now nothing more then a lifeless body. She stared at him a while still trying to process that she had kill her father, her own flesh and blood. She got down on her knees and checked his pulse wanting to make sure he was dead, she almost expected him to jump up and choke her to death, but alas there was no pulse, he was really dead.
Kagome stared to smile, then laugh, though it wasn't a happy laugh, it was a mad, sad, and crazy like laugh. She finally was free! She got up and was about to leave when she remembered she needed money, then looked at the copes on the floor. " Well he wont need money in hell, so i'll just take it." She said to her self has she pulled out his brown leather wallet. "Wow! Where did all this come from?" She asked her dad though she knew he was dead. In the wallet there was four hundred dollar bills and a couple of twenties.
She sighed and got back up walking out of the house never looking back, at her prison. She ran to the bus catching it just in time. The bus was old an raggedy and only one seat was left but it was by some freak with white hair, but hell it was a seat. "Can I sit here please?" She asked, and all she got for an answer was 'Feh' which she took as a yes. 'This is it! My new life is starting!' she thought to her self not wondering about what would happen when the cops found the corps, or never knowing that she would soon be on the run.
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Hey ppl! Wats up!?!?! Hope you like the story! Review ok plz!?!?! *Hands out bats and hangs up naraku* Here beat the s t out of him! ^_^