Chapter 9.

Of course, out of all the places in the world cardboard boxes could be the ones that I need just happen to be in the well house. The very same well house that used to transport me into the magical world of my friends and Naraku and…well, and him.

I stood outside of the banged up shed for what seemed like hours, just staring. Staring at the door that I couldn't seem to get my hands to push open.

Just do it, Kagome. Open the friggen' door, it's no big deal.

Yet my body still wouldn't comply.

Ok! On the count of three, I am going to open up that door, no more hesitations.

One…

I straightened my posture.

Two…

My hands clenched into a fist, then unclenched. Clench, unclench.

And…three.

And, surprise, surprise, I soon found myself standing in the dusty old well house, squinting from the lack of light. I felt my way over to the lantern that my grandfather had insisted we put in because I'm here so much.

Well, used to be in here so much.

With light filling the room, I instantly got a wave of deja-vu. Oh, the memories.

Going through the well for the very first time, releasing Inuyasha from his spell, starting our journey of finding the jewel and killing Naraku…

All of that was over now. My life in that world was over, so I should stop being such a girl and move on.

I nodded my head fiercely and wiped the tears that had been forming out of my eyes. Time to find some boxes.

As I dug around for the empty boxes, I clicked into what was happening.

I was being kicked out. Of my house. I wasn't allowed to live at my home anymore. I couldn't be with my family.

Another surge of tears began to form and drip down my face.

Where was I going to live? What was my mother going to do with my empty room?

My eyes made their way slowly to the lonely looking well.

Oh my God. What if, somehow, the well re-opens? I won't even be living here. I will be missing out on the opportunity to see all of my friends again, to go back to my old life.

I almost bolted out and into the house, to drop down onto my knees and to beg my mom for forgiveness. I would change. I would start trying in school again, I wouldn't drink or even look at boys, and I would be in bed every night by seven.

But I knew it was too late. Too late to even think about getting my mom's trust back or to get my lifestyle back to the way it was. I was too far into the new me; the new life I had which consisted of alcohol, drugs, and sex. And for once, since I had decided to change who I was, I regretted becoming this new Kagome.

The new me screamed in my head to shut up with the nonsense. Think of how great this is! You don't live with your mom anymore. You have virtually no rules. Life is your playground.

And to be honest, listening to the new me sounded a lot better than regretting the past twelve months of my life.

So, with that attitude, I found the boxes and gathered them in my arms, then walked right out of that dusty old well house, hawking a loogie into the well on my way past it.