Disclaimer: I do not own any InuYasha characters.
A/N: This story was inspired by Yoruzuki's piece "The Price of Memory" which you can view on dokuga /gallery?func=detail&id=8326.
Chapter 11 - Doctor
"Hello Kagome. My name is Dr. Takahashi."
She nodded to signify she'd heard as she surveyed the room. The beige walls were adorn with frames holding degrees and diplomas, while the one behind her housed a rather large bookcase filled with leather bound texts, no doubt on various illnesses and disorders. There was a desk in the corner, near the window, that seemed much to tidy with its neat piles of papers and files.
"Can you tell me what's brought you here?"
Her eyes snapped back to the man speaking. He sat in an armchair to her right, with a legal pad rested on his lap and a pen in hand, ready to write his musings on every word she said.
"Didn't my mother tell you?" she asked.
"Yes, but I'd like to hear your side Kagome. I believe I can help you if you let me, but in order to do that, I'll need you to first open up to me."
She turned her attention to the window behind him as she considered whether or not she should tell him the truth. Taking a deep breath she decided he'd probably heard worse, and if her family believed she was getting help, maybe things would improve at home. With her eyes still locked on the window, watching the leaves on the tree just beyond it sway, she started her account. She told him about how when she was fifteen she fell down a well; she told him how three years later she found herself back in the bottom of that well, once more fifteen; and she told him everything that happened in between.