Daybreak – Prologue

Kurai-Hisaki

Summary: I use to be the most popular girl in school. I had everything, but my life took a turn for the worse. I was lost and confused - simply drifting through life… until I met you. You brought me back to my childhood dreams, but will this heal me… or break me? Inuyasha x Kagome, Miroku x Sango

Well this is my first Inuyasha fic, written at the request of a friend – JKWai.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi

This is some-what personal, just like my other story Unspoken, and I hope that some of you will be able to relate to it.

Hope that you all enjoy it!

- Kagome's POV-

I remember growing up, watching the television or reading magazines, wishing that I could be a celebrity. I wanted to be those people on TV; the people that everyone saw and wished they could be. I wanted to be that girl on the screen that the main guy falls madly in love with. I wanted fancy clothes, screaming fans, and a perfect face. My dream, while growing up was to be a celebrity, either a singer or an actress – maybe even a model or a dancer. Which girl hasn't had this dream before when they were little?

I thought life would be perfect if I was pretty, popular or famous. We all know how naïve that was of me to think that. Up till now, life had been everything but perfect for me.

Maybe this was just me, but elementary school and high school had never been a safe and calm place for me to be in. Through kindergarten to grade three, I was constantly moving from city to city, so I was never in the same place for long. When my family finally settled down in one city, it was at the end of my grade three year. I had ended up in a nice, safe city, and I ended up going to one of the top-ranked schools in that area.

Being immediately accepted by the popular crowd in school, because of the fact that I was the new kid that everyone wanted to be around with, I felt happy and proud of myself. Doing what most of my friends did, I went into dancing. I was born into a musical family; therefore having a musical background, dancing was easy for me. Every recess or break, we would go out on the field to practice dance moves, and people would watch us. Being in the center of attention all the time and growing up with the popular crowd was hard, but never dull. There were always lots of parties for me to go to, lots of friends' house that I could crash overnight in, and always lots of people to talk to and make friends with. I was always up-to-date about the latest news and gossip, and I was always caught up in the latest fashion. Everything I did was just for fun. I never took anything seriously. School was a joke. I had learned most of what I had to, back in my old schools; therefore I didn't have to work hard at all. Everyday was exciting. Flirting with any guy I wanted to flirt with, having them flirt back - made me feel accepted. Dating the most popular guy at school was fun. Yes, I was a young and conceited elementary school student.

Going into grade seven, I found myself hanging around a new group of friends. I'm not sure how I started to hang out with this group, but I remember making a couple of good friends from before and when they drifted away from the main crowd, I followed. This group was smaller. Even though these people seemed friendly, I soon learned that they weren't.

I learned that this group was the group that seemed innocent at school, but was everything other than innocent. The parties they took me to were wilder. Lots of betting and games like truth or dare happened. I remember some of my friends who carried lighters tried to light everything they saw on fire. I remember breaking someone's garage and denting someone's expensive Beamer then running like mad down the street. We all hosted and went to a wide range of parties – from innocent things like water fights and birthday parties to parties that got out of hand and property was damaged. My friends had no problems hooking up with random guys and switching it up every two days. This was all fun and games to me; I had no problem following the crowd. Sure, I had ups and downs where people made fun of me, and went through some tough relationships, but I was always able to stand back up as tall as ever. This was my grade seven year.

Grade eight was when my life had more turbulence. I remember the first thing that happened that year was my boyfriend telling me that he used me to get popular. I felt my heart break, as he was my first serious boyfriend that I had serious feelings for. On the other hand, my girls were there for me to cheer me up, so I got back up from that. Then my life dipped even more. This dip started when one of my friend's 'on and off' boyfriends started deciding whether they liked them or me better. Being the person that I grew up to be, I didn't see that. I simply saw him as another guy that I could hang out and have fun with. He was another friend that I could talk to, play video games with or ball with; however, my friend didn't see it this way. It started going bad when she started making up things about me. She started saying how I was too happy for my own good, no one really likes me and that they are just too nice to tell me how they really felt. I decided that she was saying this because of the situations she was going through with her boyfriend, so I told her boyfriend that he can't like me because he was dating one of my friends. Being stupid guys that they were in grade eight, his friends told him to choose me because I was the generous one who was willing to sacrifice my happiness for my friend's. Even after I declined him, they had managed to pull me away from my friends, and ruined my last birthday at the school. I suppose they never thought of me as their friend much to begin with – maybe I was just a play thing to them. Maybe isolating me was something that made them feel like they belonged. Simply put, they had ruined the rest of my elementary school year.

But I had managed to climb back up once again and stood tall while entering high school.

I had decided to start anew and fresh at a high school that most of my elementary school friends had not gone to. Going to a bigger school meant that I could make new friends without them knowing my past. Keeping my dramatic past a secret and keeping the knowledge that people were not as nice as they seemed locked deep in my head, I was myself again. Once again, I was the happy girl that went around making friends with everyone. If there were things that I found out about myself during these years, it would be that I gained the ability to stand up to peer pressure and the ability to stand up for myself if I found that something was wrong to me. I had no problems telling people off, if they were wrong.

During these years, I've also been told that I was pretty and that I was photogenic. I never thought about myself as pretty. I had always assumed the reason that I stood out was because of my energetic and friendly personality. Nevertheless, I didn't think much of what other people said about my looks. It didn't go to my head. I think I changed some what.

Being told that I was pretty and photogenic never brought my childhood dream back to me. I never once thought about it, and after what happened before, I didn't care too much about being in the center of attention anymore. I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to have so much drama in my life ever again.

I found out the hard way that focussing on homework and school, trying to blend in and trying to keep a low profile, didn't keep drama away from me. I was beginning to think that I attracted drama and trouble without looking for it. I was a magnet for trouble - trouble that should not concern me at all. The things that have happened to me in elementary school seemed to repeat it self as someone's boyfriend started flirting with me again. He was never attached to her much in the first place, but out of all the people, why did they have to pick me? I just wanted to focus somewhat on school while having a bit of fun on the side. Trouble always seemed to be able to find me no matter where I hid. Being smarter than I was in elementary school, this time I completely stayed away from the guy. When one problem ended, another began.

My parents suddenly didn't understand me anymore when I told them I wanted to go to the library to study. They thought that I was going out somewhere with my new friends – like I did in the past. They didn't let me out of the house much, and I was frustrated. Nevertheless, I got use to their rules, and I started staying in more. Still… family problems were nothing compared to the problems at school.

I swear girls hated me from around the world. I remember going to school one day, and getting threatened by two girls that I have never seen before, because I apparently had said something about them that they didn't like. They had specifically gone out of their way to find me at my school. When it ended, I was safe, but I was scared. How was that possible? I have never even talked to them or seen them before! How could I say something about someone that I didn't know, and how could they do this to someone they didn't know? Was this jealousy at work or was I just a horrible person in a way that was unknown to me? Although I was sure that someone was talking behind my back again and spreading rumours, I began to doubt myself, and this was when my bubbly personality disappeared.

That memory had been one that had been carved into my brain. It was one that I could remember, like it just happened yesterday, for the rest of my life.

Problems were never ending and they seemed to pile on top of one another. One after another, problems came and went – each one leaving me emptier than the last. I began to shut myself out of other people's lives and kept them away from mine. I stayed away from any close relationships. When people talked to me, I would join for a while if it interested me, and would stay silent and nod politely when it didn't. I began to fear what other people could do to me, so I took actions to learn to defend myself. People couldn't be trusted. After all they will all eventually turn on you, one day or another.

I found that keeping a cold personality and being alone had kept me safe, away from school dramas and dangerous threats. I was distant, and never hung around the same crowd for more than a couple of days. I knew a lot of people and I had people to talk to, but they were not my friends – I didn't consider them to be my friends. They were people that just happened to be in the same place I was. I was protected, but it was all too lonely. No one seemed to notice or care. I was simply drifting.

Was this considered a part of my growing up process? Was I really being more mature as my life progresses? It was hard to wake up in the morning and to go to school. I could hardly smile, let alone laugh. My personality had taken a 180 degree flip. I didn't care much about anything, and I was just trying to get by school and life each day. What was the purpose of life? Nothing special happened. Why was I here? I didn't know who I was anymore.

Despite all the drama that has happened to me, I had finished high school with distinctions – giving me the marks and scholarships to go anywhere I wanted. Once again, a new chapter had started in my life, and I was free to write whatever I wished. Miles away, far from everything and everyone I knew; I was on my own.

This was the beginning of my life as a university student - at one of the most well known universities in the country.

I'm still debating who to match Sesshomaru with in this story. I am thinking of Sesshomaru x Rin and Kouga x Ayame. What do you think?

Thanks for reading! Too much drama for the prologue?
Review please!