Too Far Gone
Hey lovely people reading this weirdly named thing I call writing im just going to tell you all now…. Characters are probably going to be a little…. Or a lot occ because my mind is a shit full of imagination…. Sorta….. I may also do the whole lots of dots thingy….. don't like? Well you already clicked on the story so might as well read it right?... Or not idk….
Chapter One~ Depression? Oh sweetie I'm so far gone in it
She looked down onto the snow covered path as her friends walked a good ways ahead of her. Inuyahsa had his arms crossed over his chest while resting in his sleeves. A scowl seemed to be sewn onto his tanned face. So pretty much the same old him. Shippo was the same also. His hyperactivness sending Inuyasha over the edge more than once. Sango and Miroku haven't changed either. No the only one to have changed seemed to be the priestess dallying behind the gaggle of misfits with her eyes downcast and beginning to water. No one noticed the tears, mostly because she was down wind. But also because of the weather, the soft flakes of white fluff gently landed on her onyx locks. The wind chapping her skin and making it tinge a slight pink. She didn't mind though, the wind hid her more intense sobs as she cried. The biting cold of it giving her a reason for the salty liquid to drip from her big stormy gray eyes.
This was becoming a very normal occurrence to the young women. She would cry again before the day was over, maybe when everyone was asleep. She may even cut up her skin a little more. She was sure that the two people in the group that would be able to detect the scent of blood on her wouldn't really care enough to bring it up anyway. No one would care. Who would care about the shard detector when there was another that could do the same as her? She was replaceable. At least in her mind she was. Kagome was positive that if she decided to just never come back from her side of the well, everyone would be happy to finally have gotten rid of her.
Kagome was tossed away from her thoughts as she heard a loud crash and wail coming from the front of the group. She sighed and focused on the crunch of the snow as her footprints ruined the pureness of it. It was a comforting sound. Like a sweet lullaby sung by a mother to aid her child to sleep. Its rhythmic melody enchanted her and she almost started to sway to the soft sound before a shout of her to 'hurry the fuck up' broke the comforting silence scaring the birds that were resting peacefully in the treetops. Kagome just sighed and walked faster wiping her eyes before she got any closer to the pack.
"God you're so fucking slow Kagome!" Inuyasha scowled irritably before starting to venture to the woods. "Anyway it's getting dark and we need to set up camp before you humans start bumping into the trees and shit." 'Well doesn't he just boost up your self- confidence?' Kagome questioned to herself as she reluctantly followed him and her friends into the woods.
"Wow Inuyasha, thank you for your consideration of us and our ability to not see in the dark," Sango sarcastically spat out in slight anger. But she only received a 'keh' as a response. "What crawled up his but?" she jokingly asked her ebony haired friend who only limply shrugged her shoulders while a loud 'I heard that!' rang around the forest.
They decided to set up camp by a small river teaming with fish and tadpoles. As Miroku, Sango, and Kagome set up the campground, Inuyasha jumped into a tree and waited to be called down for dinner. He didn't seem to notice that Kagome had snuck off. Neither didn't any of her other friends. But that was okay because it would have been harder for her if they did.
After walking a good distance downwind she opened her hand, making it look much like a spring flower blooming for the first time, and revealing one of her many sharp razor blades. She gently took it into her pale hand and cradled between her fingertips before slashing it down onto her forearm, her pulled up sleeve revealing many more scars and red lines, indicating that she had done this many times before. Soon her precious blade was dancing along her skin. She moved the delicate instrument over her whole left arm before starting to move to her right one. Then her thighs. And finally her stomach. She was in a blissful unawareness of the world. All she felt was pain, all she saw was blood, all she heard was her soft breaths that she oh so longed to stop. But soon the euphoric moment ended and she was painfully aware that she would have to wander back to camp with a reasonable excuse as to why she was gone for at least an half an hour. Kagome folded her hand over the blade and washed up her skin a little. Before she tugged her sweatpants legs down her legs along with her sweater sleeves. She quickly wiped the blood from her blade and slowly walked back to camp, arms folded under her chest while her hands clenched the ending of her sleeves. She one again let her eyes cast down word and let her hair become a curtain to hide her sorrowful expression. Much like a real curtain hid the performers from an eager audience. "I'm the performer, and life is my weary audience," she whispered to herself as she trekked her way to camp.
"Oh Kagome, when did you leave?" Sango questioned her friend as her figure came into the firelight. She didn't know none of them did.
"Just a little while ago, I had to relive myself," not a lie, she just knew if she worded things right her friends would take it in a whole different direction.
"You went to go pee- masturbate?" Shippo and Miroku questioned at the same time. Miroku earned a slap from Sango and a loud 'hentai' from her slightly chapped lips. No one expected her to answer after that.
"Anyway," Sango started again, "you excited about going home Kagome?" the girl in question just shook her head yes and told everyone that she was tired and going to bed. No one questioned it. No one cared.
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Heheheheeheheheheh yea ima keep going for a little bit.
"I'm tired of it all," she said aloud in her empty house. Closing the door she walked up her stairwell to her bedroom. Each creak was an insult "WHORE" "FAT" "UGLY" "STUPID BITCH" she couldn't take anymore. She was going to end all her suffering all her torment… All of it. She reached her bedroom and locked her door. A very rare occurrence. She opened up her stash drawer and picked up her multiple razor blades. Taking each one and slicing her skin. All she ever felt anymore was like she was a different being. Out of her mind, like she was a ghost watching her own life. She hated it. Soon she migrated to her arms once more and taking the sharpest blade, dug into the very top of her wrist to a little below her elbow. She quickly did the same to her other arm before quickly falling to her carpeted floor. Her last thought to enter her mind before passing out form the large amount of blood loss was "I should off taken of Inuyasha's Subjugation beads, he might be able to save me if he can still travel through the well."