An Unbreakable Promise
Disclaimer: Same as chapter one...
A/N: I know what you're thinking: oh my God, she updated?! Yes, miraculously I did. I got a sudden inspiration to write a few chapters. I don't know what spurred on this writing spree (maybe all the other wonderful fics I've been reading?) but it's come and I'm taking full advantage of it. Just realize that I'm doing this completely un-beta-ed and un-proofread (I know that un-proofread isn't a word). I figure that since this momentous writing frenzy is fleeting, I have to do as much as possible in one sitting.
Once again, sorry for being a lazy ass and not writing anything for over a year. I have officially been accepted to college (University of California Santa Barbara) and will not have much time. Still, I hope I can do more that just study Latin and oceanography.
Kagome trembled and opened her eyes to her forbidding room. Ramblings of so cold, too cold, wha – where? escaped her chapped lips as she sat up. She edged over to the side of her bed and gingerly placed her feet on the hardwood floor. Kagome hissed as the cold of the floorboards bit into her numb legs; she relished the pain.
With wide, wondering eyes, Kagome studied her toes as she wriggled the feeling back into them. That was the only thing keeping her grounded in what she believed to be reality: physical pain. She never felt any in her dreams, visions, whatever. She sighed as the pinches in her legs subsided to a dull, tingling sensation.
She didn't know what to do. What was she supposed to do?
What do I do?
Tears of hopelessness filled her eyes.
Goddamnit, what am I supposed to do?!
Kagome clenched her eyes shut in a futile attempt to keep her tears at bay. No, she would not cry. She was done with tears.
She opened her eyes; anger swam deep within the chocolate brown of her irises and she scowled. She didn't like confusion. It left her feeling helpless and she had decided earlier on that it was not, absolutely not, pleasant to feel so, especially when it forced her to depend on –
"No…" No, no, I'm not going to think about it, about him. No.
What was she supposed to do?
Kagome closed her eyes in resignation. She would have to go back. Kaede might know, Miroku might know, InuYasha might be the damn reason.
No supplies: no ramen, no homework (who the fuck cared anyway?), no picture of her family, no first-aid kit.
No uniform.
It was too familiar, too comfortable. Instead, Kagome resolved to wear loose navy slacks, an elbow-length, deep maroon turtleneck, and sneakers. She slung a sweater over her shoulder and scribbled a brief note for her mother to find.
Kagome stealthily snuck out to the well and gazed into it once there. The moon cast ominous shadows across the walls as each step of the stairs creaked under Kagome's weight.
I have to do this. I think. I have to..
With one final look back at her home, Kagome took a breath and jumped into the well.
A/N: Okay, I know this chapter's short. I just wrote whatever. Remember, no beta, no editing, you're getting the.. uh.. skeleton of the chapter (for lack of better terms).
If any of you have noticed my writing style has significantly changed (or maybe it's just significant to the writer?). I hope this is better. I hate how I wrote the previous chapters. I also hate that I can't find said chapters on my laptop. I thought I had transferred them from my desktop computer to my laptop. Apparently, not.
I lost each and every chapter of all my stories. If I plan on writing any of them, I'm going to have to start from scratch. I guess that's better considering my writing in jr. high was sub par (it still might be). Anyway, I hope you don't completely hate the chapter or me.
Oh yeah, and the line break thing that I used to separate the story from my notes doesn't work anymore, so you're stuck with hyphens. Sorry.
