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Whispers

Chapter 1

The night was cold and the rain was coming down hard, as I lay in bed listening to the torrent down pour as it beat upon the roof of my home I couldn't stop the way my thoughts wondered to that night and as I drifted off to sleep the last thing I thought of was that the rain was beating down on my roof then too.

I was only a small child, seven years old, and I was scared of the night, the rain didn't help it only made it scarier. My room was so small that the sound of the rain was thunderous in the tiny space. I tried to block out the sounds by putting the pillow over my ears but that did little, I did not want to cry this was my first night in my own room, I was a big girl and I could handle this, I will not cry. Then the thunder started and I broke, I cried out in alarm. It must have been loud because the next thing I knew my mother rushed in to the room. I was curled in to the corner silently weeping and flinched every time the thunder broke through the night sky.

My mother came to me and pulled me in to her lap, rocking me back and forth rubbing calming circles on my back. After what seemed like forever I calmed enough for my mother to talk to me;

"What's wrong Gome?" she asked in a gentle voice.

"The thunder scared me. Can I come and sleep with you until the rain stops?" I asked my mother with big sad eyes that always got my mother to do what I asked. But not this time.

"How about I stay with you till you fall asleep?" still in that gentle tone. I gave an exaggerated sigh and said;

"O.K. mom if you really want to stay with me because you're scared, you can stay." I smiled and she laughed. I moved over so she could scoot in next to me and we lay there till I slipped back in to a peaceful sleep. Little did I know this would be the last time I would see my mother alive.

The thunder was back and louder than ever but this time I didn't cry out I wanted my mom to think of me as a big girl, so I had to brave. Then I noticed that the rain had stopped. But it doesn't have to be raining for there to be thunder I thought to my self. I turned over to try to find a comfortable spot. When I found one I closed my eyes and just as I was entering the peaceful nothingness of sleep another thunderclap broke through my room. I sat up in bed suddenly very scared but I did not cry out, I noticed something about this sound it was not the sound of thunder.

I slowly got up to see what that sound was. I was scared but my sense of curiosity got the better of me and I slowly inched my way to my door, it was left open a little every night to let the hall light come in. As I approached the door I heard the sounds of someone walking down the hallway, at first I thought it was my mother but something kept me from going to her. A few heart beats later and I knew what it was; the footsteps were too heavy to be that of my mother, for as long as I could remember my mother has always been light on her feet she seemed to be floating barely making a sound. There is no way this could be my mother. I was starting to breathe heavier each breath coming out in a hard gasp, the foot steps were getting closer and I also heard the muffled sounds of some one talking. I couldn't make out any words but they were fast almost urgent. As this person got closer I moved further back in my room keeping to he shadows but not too far I wanted to keep the hall in view, I wanted to see who was in our home. Whoever it was was taking their sweet time. As I stand there waiting for this person to show there face I can hear police cars coming I think to myself why would the police be coming then I remembered the sound I had thought was thunder and it downed on my that it wasn't thunder but gun shots. It took me a seconded to realize the gravity of the situation and what this might mean for my family. When it did I had to cover my mouth with my hand to keep from making a sound that might attract unwanted attention.

The tears were slowly leaking out of my eyes but I made not one sound, my mother would have been proud. The person in the hall must have heard the police too because he started to curse in his same low urgent chant. Shocked that not only could I hear this person but I could also hear what he was saying, I know it was a he now buy the deep voice, shaken I took another step back.

"Where are you little one I know you are here I got you mother and I got your brother and now I'm going to get you, where are you, where are you! Where are you?" with each repeat he was getting louder and louder until he was yelling.

"WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT! WHEN I FIND YOU I'M GOING TO KILL YOU JUST LIKE I KILLED YOU MOTHER AND YOUR BROTHER!" He was so close now as were the police he must have known this to because he suddenly got very quiet and just as he came to my door he whispered;

"I may not have found you today but mark my word you little shit I will someday I'll get you then your dead but before you die I'll make you wish you were dead I'll make you beg me to kill you." And with that he left I heard the back door open and slam shut I stayed there stunned unable to do more than breathe. I was paralyzed I could do nothing, say nothing, and see nothing. It seemed like forever all I heard was that mans voice over and over in my head I killed your mother and your brother…I'll find you…make you beg me to kill you…I killed your mother and you brother…I KILLED YOUR MOTHER…I KILLED YOUR MOTHER! That thought broke my paralyses and I ran from my room crying and yelling for my mother.

"Mama where are you? Mama answer me please!" But no one answered and deep down I knew no one would but I yelled anyways.

"Sota! Please some one answer!"

As I got to my mothers bedroom door I stopped I did not want to see my mother dead but what if she was alive and I could do something to help for as long as I could remember my mother has been teaching me how to become a healer like all the women in my family, if she needed medical attention I could handle it till help came. I took one deep breath and pushed the door open, what I seen on the other side made me turn a vomit, my mother was laying half on the bed and half off with her feet still on the bed. There was blood splattered all over the wall behind the bed and as I looked to my mothers face to see if by some miracle my mother was still alive I vomited all over again. That was no longer my mother her face had a bloody hole in the middle of her forehead and the back was completely blown out, evidence of that was all over the wall, what was left of her face was distorted due to the damage done to the skull. And her eyes they weren't there, all you could was two empty black holes. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream with all my might yell at the heavens and demand to know why this has happened but all I could do was stand there and stare at the black holes that once held my mothers kind and loving eyes. It was as if they truly were black holes and they were trying to suck me into the deep dark nothingness of them.

In the back of my mind I new I needed to see to my little brother so as I turned from my mother I steeled my self for what I might find on the other side of my brothers door. I ran a fast as I could to my brother's room and slowly push the door open it hi something and I knew it was Sota. I squeezed in the crack I made not wanting to move him to much. When I turned to look at him my heart stopped he was so small, only three years old, some how he had not been instantly killed with the shot he took in the gut and had managed to crawl to the door before he could move no more. He was alive but only just, I knew in the depths of my sole that there was nothing I could do to save him. I wanted to cry so bad at that moment but I dared not if I started now I would not be able to stop, I kneeled down next to my brother and rested his head in my lap I started to smooth his hair from his forehead like mother used to and gentle called his name,

"Sota…wake up…It's me Kagome I need you to wake up…please…"

The last part was a strangled half sob but I forced my self to stop before it over took me. Just as I thought he would not wake up I seen his eyes open with so much difficulty I almost started to cry again I did not want him to die seeing me cry and I did not want him to die if the last thing he seen was the face of his killer.

"It's okay Sota I'm here its Gome your big sis."

"Gome I'm so cold, why am I so cold?" He said this in a whisper I could barely hear.

"Its okay I'll get you a blanket everything is going to be okay."

"Gome I can't feel my body anymore…why can't I…I…I'm going to die aren't I? This was too much for a three year old to know but I guess death can do that to anyone

"N…no Sota… It's okay I'm here" it was all I could say and too hear him say he was going to die out loud made a tear slide down my cheek. I squeezed my eyes closed to stop the tears. My eyes snapped open when I felt his small hand on my cheek; he had wiped away the tear. I looked in to his eyes and I could see the light leaving them. I felt his body tremble.

"Don't be scared I'm right here."

"I'm not scared I can see mama she's calling me Gome."

I didn't know what to say. I gave him one lat hug then whispered in his ear

"Go to her Sota. I love you."

Sota smiled and said

"I love you too Gome."

That was the last time I seen my brother's smile. As a soft sigh left his lips his eyes closed and my little brother died in my arms.

The thunder crashed and I sat up in bed with a startled scream I looked at my clock it was 3:38 in the morning. I sat there in the dark and cried.

"Mama, Sota I miss you so much."

AN:

There you go the first chapter of my firs fan fic. Hope you like it. Please leave a review good or bad it will all be welcomed.