'Oneshot' I wrote up in less than an hour. Don't know where the idea came from. Read somebody's first-person story and decided to try my own, I guess. Disclaimer: Inuyasha, unfortunately, does not belong to me.
November 14:
Two days after he forced me through the well. Must have sealed it somehow, because I can't get back. Said it was for my own good. I don't believe him. I haven't felt good once since I came home. I hope the others are alright.
November 19:
One week. I've been back for one week, and it's been the longest of my life. I've never hated anyone in my life, and I am coming very close to it right now. Cried myself to sleep two nights in a row. Still hoping that he'll come...
November 30:
School will be over soon. Not that it matters; my grades are so bad I'll have to repeat this year. Haven't eaten much lately; not hungry. Starting to get really cold. Forgot my jacket and scarf when I went out to stare at the well. Again. Throat hurts a little. Still crying.
December 6:
Coughed all the way to school and back. Nurse sent me home with a fever. Doesn't matter-- classes are over at the end of the week. Stayed outside under the Goshinboku for an hour before mom yelled at me. Made me eat some soup and then sent me to bed. I felt so bad that I didn't cry today. Didn't make me feel any better, though. Heart still broken.
December 10:
Will be last entry for awhile. Can hardly pick up pen. Going to hospital in a little bit. Having trouble breathing. Fever of 105.
All subsequent entries except for the last five are what I can remember for the next two weeks. Written in memory order.
Memory #1:
Taken to upper floor of hospital; had some blood drawn and someone listen to my lungs. Heard my mom ask, "How bad?" Didn't hear the answer.
Memory #2:
Lying in a bed, something stuck in my arm. Beeping every few seconds. Voices, but I don't know whose. Cold. Hacking cough.
Memory #3:
Hurts to breath. Hurts to move. Still coughing, and now there's a rattling, too. More voices. Scared voices.
Memory #4:
Feel a hand on my forehead, then mumbling. Someone's crying.
Memory #5:
Moving. Don't know how or where. Hear the clock in the living room chime. Must be home.
Memory #6:
New voice. Doesn't matter; don't recognize any of them. Hardly breathing at all. It hurts too much. Shouting.
Memory #7:
Something in my arm again. No rattling when I breathe.
Memory #8:
Someone says my name. Can't place the voice, though. Warmer than I've been. Still coughing, but it doesn't hurt so much. Feel my hand in someone else's.
Memory #9:
Breathing normally, but still coughing a little. Head feels fuzzy. Voices too loud. Strange smell. Someone makes me drink something that tastes horrible.
Memory #10:
Open my eyes. Light is shining into my room, but there's no one here. No more coughing, just very weak. Try to sit up; doesn't work. Try to call mom; doesn't work. I can hear the microwave downstairs 'beep', though. Weird.
Memory #11:
Someone talking to me; I open my eyes. Must still be dreaming. He can't be here. He sealed me in this time--why would he be here? Go back to sleep. Try not to cry.
December 24, Christmas Eve:
He came. Finally. Said he felt that I was in trouble and came back. He was right. Pneumonia. Worst kind. Shouldn't have lived, but when you get a transfusion from a demon, normal life expectancy goes out the window.
December 25, Christmas Day:
He stayed over last night. Said he wanted to make sure I was going to be okay. Right. He missed me, and we both know it. Confronted him on why he made me leave. Said he wanted me to have a life. One that would be happy. Told him I was happy with him.
December 31, New Year's Eve:
He stayed the whole week. Made him sleep in my room. Trying to get used to the new ears. And fangs. Already stabbed myself about 20 times. Wonder if he'll kiss me tonight?
January 1, New Year's Day, 12:03 am:
Had to come write this down. Happy. Smiling. Can't stop watching him. He's letting me come back. Finally got it, the idiot.
P.S. Awesome kiss.
January 6:
Kagome's home. She can stop writing in this damn diary now.
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