AN:I'm going to give up oneshots for a while and give my hand at chapters.Tell me what you think of this,please.

Disclaimer:I own nothing.


She awoke to the sound of thunder and pounding rain on the rooftops.Or maybe that was just the pounding in her skull? Air seemed a strange thing as her lungs gasped for it and choked once they got it.The pain in her head seemed to grow more intense by second as she managed to crawl,literally,out of bed.Only managing to make it on all fours,she gave into weakness and fell down on her stomach.Still not completely recovered from the activity of crawling out of bed,the rest of her energy was taken away by a coughing fit.Blood splattered on the already dirty carpet and dry heaves echoed in the room.Lifting herself up on her elbows,she concentrated on just breathing.And even that was taking some time to do right.Once certain she wouldn't choke,she moved her head from the stinking carpet of new and old blood and the scent of bile mixed in.

Suprisingly able to make it to her knees,she crawled out of her bedroom and into the bathroom.Weak fingers grasped onto the counter for support as she lifted herself up,only to fall back down again.Her legs simply wouldn't hold her.After another try,she gave up and contented herself to just lean against the wall.Every part of her body was laced with either pain or numbness.She honestly perferred the pain;at least then she could fool herself to believing her body was actually trying to make itself better.With the numb...well,you knew you were screwed then.

She took a deep breath,which caused another hacking fit.Luckily,no blood came this time.Calming her breathing once again,she laid her head against the cool tile of the wall.She couldn't feel much of it because her damnable thick hair was in the way.But,she couldn't even lift her arms up,not even for that simple task.'Can I get anymore pathetic?',she wondered tiredly.The little voice in her head said,'No,not by much,anyway'.Strangly,she found herself agreeing with it.

She drifted in the realm of being asleep and being awake for awhile,closing her eyes for minutes at a time then opening them and stare at nothing.After a good two hours of this,she tried getting up again.After her fith try,she managed to stand.She leaned against the counter,gasping for oxygen,while her legs shook so bad they looked like they were about to break right then and there.Looking up painfully,she came face to face with the bathroom mirror.The image in it was almost enough for her to fall back down and just wait to die.The woman,not a girl,that looked back at her was so tired and worn that it had lost it's humor ages ago.The ugly,black/brown hair was covered in dried mud and was nothing but one huge tangle.She doubted highly it would ever look half-way decent again.Pale lips were busted at the top and no amount of lipstick would ever hide that scar.Her small nose looked like it had been broken and had healed the wrong way.It was also covered in small,angry,red scratches.

Her eyes were a dull shade of grey,looking almost black in the low lighting.She couldn't tell if they were empty or soulless and whatnot.One,because she had never seen such eyes and thus could not compare.Two,frankly,she didn't give a fuck what emotions,or lack thereof,they portrayed.Going up to her left temple,there was a long,fresh,bruised scar that went the whole way down her face,ending at her jaw,which was broken,by the way.She didn't look any lower than her face.What she was seeing was scary enough,gazing any lower and she would probably faint.

So,this is who she was.A woman who looked like she belonged in a morgue instead of a bathroom.She sighed and closed her eyes,head bent down.She'd have to think of a new name for herself.Because this...thing she had become,could not possibly be called Kagome.