Chapter 13

Chapter 14

So I was wrong. There was a way for her to keep me quiet. It's been about a week and a half, maybe two, since Yura put me here and I think I'm going insane; probably from the lack of food or water. I've never in my life gone a day without eating, and thanks to her, I've now gone ten or more. The agonizing hunger pains in my stomach had receded into dull aches a few days prior, while the small headaches had turned into full blown migraines. I'm still not sure how I can think without my head exploding. My bladder was screaming at me, Yura hadn't shown up yet to let me go pee. She did this daily. At around noon, she'd show up at the apartment and let me out of the tape to go pee, and then wrestle me, or knock me unconscious, to put me back onto the chair because I'd never go willingly.

I sighed as I heard the door open. Half from the relief of being able to pee, and half from irritation and anger that she's been able to keep me here, quiet, unheard, for a week. Yura walked in and grabbed the scissors off the counter before cutting the tape from my legs and wrists. I raced to the bathroom.

Locking the door behind me, I did my business and checked myself out in the mirror, cringing at the reflection. I'd been sweating due to the summer heat, so my hair had begun to curl and tangle up; my eyes were lifeless and had heavy bags underneath them from crying and not sleeping a lot; my wrists and ankles were red and raw and I was getting a rash from the tape. My cheeks were sunken and the prominence in my cheekbones, which had looked cute before, now made me look sick. Looking down and lifting my shirt up with shaking fingers, I realized that I'd lost a lot of weight already.

I heard Yura banging on the door as I let my shirt drop back over my stomach and one lone tear slid down my face. I looked to the window, which was bared, and sighed shakily in disappointment before wiping my face and preparing myself for the massive migraine I had to get worse. Then I opened the door, ramming my shoulder into her chest, and trying to run to the door. Inches from it, she tackled me to the ground and wrestled a strip of duct tape over my mouth to stifle the scream I'd started to let out. I elbowed her in the nose, satisfied at the crack I heard at the connection. Crawling forward, I lunged for the door, when it opened forcefully and hit me in the head. The darkness of being unconscious was welcome this time as the pounding in my head receded.

I awoke this time to the sound of rock music in my ears. My favorite band was on the radio, Evanescence. That's when an idea hit me; an idea so crazy and unsure that I wasn't sure if I should try it. But my choices were limited, so I looked towards the radio, and started to rock my chair from one side to the next, gaining more height with each rock. Finally, I managed to knock my chair completely over right onto my arm, my head about two inches from the radio. I heard a stifled crack, but paid it no attention.

Sighing in relief at my close call and thinking that this wasn't exactly the most well thought out plan, I squirmed closer to the radio until I was right next to it, wincing at the intense pain in my arm, and lifted my head up to where the word 'Volume' was written in bold font above two buttons. Pressing my nose against the button that pointed up I turned the rock music up until it was excruciating to my ears. Cringing as far away from the radio as I could, I waited.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but pounding on the door woke me up and I tried to smile. Over the loud volume of the radio, which was still playing, I heard someone on the other side of the door speak,

"This is the police, open the door!"

I'd love to open the door and run the hell outta here, but I can't because I'm taped to a God forsaken chair… I thought with a snort. I heard a 'bang' as the door was thrown open and three uniformed cops came in, guns in hand. The front most one spotted me right away and, putting his gun down, ran over to where I was, my arm still throbbing. Ripping the tape off my mouth, the cop asked me my name.

"Kagome Higurashi." I said. My voice was quiet, and raspy from disuse.

"Kagome?" He asked, leaning over me and taking the tape off my wrists as gently as he possibly could. I nodded as he paused, looking at me. "How long have you been here?"

I looked passed him to the wall, thinking.

"I don't know… a week or two I think…" I cleared my throat, hoping to gain my normal voice back. I hated the weakness of my new voice.

"Do you know you brought you here?" the cop asked me after a moment. I felt my arms fall and brought them in front of me before speaking.

"Yes." There it was. That was the voice I recognized as my own. Rubbing the wrist of my injured arm with my non-injured hand, I spoke again. "Her name is Yura something, she's like twenty, and she's my boyfriend's ex."

He nodded before speaking, "Let's get you out of here." he said, trying to lift me.

"I can walk." I protested, pulling away from him for the most part and standing on unsteady legs. He kept a grip on my uninjured arm to make sure I was ok and guided me out of the apartment and into the open air. Pulling myself free of his grip, I took a deep breath of the fresh, open air, and for the first time in weeks, I smiled.

Review reply(s):

Kattana: First of all, thank you! Yours is the first review that I've replied to because you actually said something in your review other than "GREAT STORY" or "GOOD CHAPTER." Thank you for that. Reviews like yours are rare and highly appreciated. And yeah, i know. Sesshoumaru staying out of it was a little... asshole-ish. His ooc-ness is based on my x bf, who is still a great friend of mine n he's the type who knows if i can handle something or not and if he knows i can handle it, he stays out of it. and kagome (i think she's ooc too...) is based more on me, an i'm the type of person who will get mad if you try to help me and i think i can handle it. so there was a reason for that happening. Thanks again for your review, i hope to get another one from you on this chapter.