I miss them. But they aren't going to come back. Not any more. I close my eyes and picture them. Lord Sesshoumaru was always so strong. He was like a rock to cling to in a rushing river. I don't remember my real father. In my heart I called him daddy. I see Jaken covered in flower chains that I had made. He was so funny. He was sometimes mean, but at the same time, he would always care for me. I never had any siblings. In my mind I called him brother.
The grass rustles. Jaken? Just the wind.
Something whispers my name. Sesshoumaru? Just the leaves.
Tears stream down my face as I curl up into a ball.
I miss my family.
There is blackness. I am asleep.
I hope I never wake up.