Precarious Situation-

Do you ever feel life has become a hamster cage, two times too small? Like there are these hands pushing you back when you try to take a step forward? Maybe it's the feeling of a provoked attack? When all your feelings get slammed into your stomach, and your gut muscles tighten up so that there's not enough room for them all to explode… when a steal hand raises against your black and blue skin…

Could it be that all your feelings melt away when you smell whisky on the brisk chilly air? And your body experiences the bone clanking shivers when he says, "Tern around so I can see that ass of yours again"?

Maybe that's how you feel?

I know I do…hee…

I guess if I were at some rehab center I'd get up in front of a bunch of straw haired, owl eyed druggies and say, "Hello, my name is InuYasha Takashi…" pause to swallow my feelings down and… "I'm a pathologic life ruin-er…" Cause you know, I didn't really do it on purpose but…. Ignorance is no excuse for the crime I've committed… and you know all those kids who get hit by their parents? They disserve it. I know first hand that that is the truth. I know.

A/N: Yo! Writers block on my other FF TTTT I'm so srry! I've been trying to come up with something, please forgive me

Now relevant to this fiction, I know what most of you are thinking. OMG, not another abuse one! I'm srry again, but I never got to actually write an abusive one while the kid was in the home… besides, the last one was Kagome "