Chapter Ten

Broken Objects

and her

Seventeenth Winter

Normally she would be outside on this day, by the gate, waiting for her demon but she was not, could not, and in her option it was quite cruel that they made it this day to do it. It was the first day of winter, and today was that day. It was the day the stick that represented my old life broke and her new life began. It is the day that the child at heart throws away his or her old toys. It is the day tears become meaningless to this cruel world and adolescent girls are forced to become women. Yes, it was that day.

I always rejected the idea of myself getting married. It sounded disgusting that I would be married to some man I either knew or never meet and I would get prettied up to sign a pathetic piece of paper. But that was not the worst of it. It was the fact these disgusting creatures called men would place their hands on my body and take away my innocence's.

My innocent mind had made me stand outside since I was eleven years old believing that a beautiful silver haired man was coming to save me. It was a nice fairy tail and I'm sure my useless parents who deserted me to this worthless village meant well when they had told me this story so I did not run after them as they ditched me. That was my story of how I became to live in this village once I accepted there was no demon that raised me.

The red in my hair had but all come out and know I had long black hair that reached my waist. It was straight and sometime it had waves depending on how I dried it. I had powdered my body so I had china white skin and no a blemishes. My lips had been painted rosy red at my request. I suppose even in the darkest moments in my life I could still find humor. I had dark eye shadow on and black liquid eyeliner.

I wore a beautiful kimono that I even admitted was the most stunning object I had ever owned in my life. It was white but there was golden lily's imprinted on in everywhere on the kimono but became a darker golden color as the imprinted lily's reached the bottom of the kimono. My hair was braided and put up in a design that even proud demon men would lust over. I thought the hair-do looked much like a crown and I had a lily clipped in and put into my hair.

My nails were painted clear with white tips as well as my toenails, as Kagome called it a French manicure. It made my fingers look clean and lady like, but for some reason I didn't detest it.

I looked at myself in the mirror and did not recognize the person looking back. The person in the mirror was beautiful like a queen. She was elegant and tender looking with flames in her eyes. I am not beautiful, I am brutal and I crave pain and fighting. I am not some kind of prized possession. I am a beast living in a human body, ready to pounce anyone or anything.

Turning around I grabbed an object that was heavy and hurled it at the mirror, breaking it into a thousand pieces. That's right, today is my wedding day.

Hearing the glass shatter Gion opened the door without knocking and stared at me with fury. "Don't you know that breaking a mirror is bad luck?" He roared at me.

"Don't you know that I don't caaare?" I said extending the word care, to annoy him.

Shaking his head he said, "Lets go" as he picked me up at my house with Kristin, Haku's brain dead (In my option) mother and walked me to their house, making sure I could not escape. They locked me in a plain room with only one small window and a chair. Nothing else.

Okay lets try to calm down Rin. You are getting married to Haku, that's not so bad right? He's not that bad looking and I'm sure he won't be too rough when you have to... I did not want to continue that thought.

Okay… lets try to think of something else positive. At least, Gion, will not have control over me anymore, Haku does now. Not helping.

Well Mia, will be my sister-in-law now! But I'll never get to see her since I will not be aloud to leave the village… Still not helping.

In an attempt to think of at least one positive thing, I was not sure what happened but I took the chair and placed my hands on either sides of it and threw it at the window as hard as possible. Please break.

The window then broke and I was sure that the loud noise made everyone aware something was happening. Better get out of here.

Although the window was indeed broken many shards were left over and as I climbed out of the window from the tiny room to outside. I had cut myself in many places but the worst was that my stomach, it was a deep cut and was bleeding, leaving blood dripping down the glass and on the bricks outside the house.

I put my arms over my stomach, as it was so painful. Nothing I had ever felt was as painful as this cut. I remember someone telling me that the stomach it the most sensitive place and the most painful place to be stabbed, but then I remembered my pathetic human life and suddenly the pain started to feel good. Well not good, but it didn't hurt as much. I looked at my hands as they were now crimson red with my blood, and as I rubbed my bloody hands on my neck I ended up infusing the pale china color of my skin with this beautiful rouge color, I was basking it in and enjoying it. The pain was utterly breathtaking, I didn't know how much emotional pain I was in till now. I discovered that physical pain was the only pain to take the emotional one away.

"I SEE HER!" A roughly dry voice yelled out. I didn't know who yelled but I didn't care in that moment. All that mattered was getting away from this hellhole.