Author's Note: Merry Christmas Eve. Sorry that I've been gone a while, but I guess that I needed time to build the courage to post this. It's Christmas Eve morning here, and I thought I'd send out a tiny early gift. Really, look how short! Maybe not so much a gift?
TRIGGER ALERT TO THE MAX! I debated how this should be written. I didn't want to fluff it. But after the third time I sit down to write it, I realized that I needed to cut the dialogue. IF you ask tomorrow if I get more up, I remember snippets or writing this one. It was too much with speaking, and I didn't want it taken down. This is even pushing it.
I'll be starting the next chapter with a long note and ending it with one. Sorry, but before I'm flamed I think it needs doing with a note. I'll hopefully be back in a few days, maybe tomorrow if I have time, to get another few chapters up. We are done through like 37, so should be able to get a few up. Might be busy eating fried chicken and strawberry cake. Happy Holidays! Hope to see you tomorrow if there is the time!
I slept fitfully. I remember the hard skin in my mouth, and the sour and salty liquid forcefully shot down my throat. I remembered having to swallow and never being allowed to pull away. No spitting it out or throwing up after. It came crashing back in a way it never had before. I woke with a start to Kagome's hand, shaking me.
I shot up and wrapped my arms around myself. I looked around for the man or one of the other men who frequently visited. I knew my breathing was too fast, but I couldn't stop it. I could tell Kagome was talking to me, but I couldn't hear it for the blood rushing in my ears.
I saw Kenji, but Sesshomaru had forced me to swallow, and Kenji might too. I tried to stand tall enough to block Kagome from him. Kenji's eyebrows shot up, and his eyes got wide. He was speaking, but I don't know what he was saying. I tried pushing Kagome away from him while keeping myself between them. Kenji's eyes got wider, and he took a step forward. On his second step he froze, and his eyes misted. My eyes snapped to Sesshomaru who was slowly walking forward. I was screwed. I was going to have to swallow again and again. Then the pain would come elsewhere. I was going to hurt again. Sesshomaru stopped in his advance, and his lips moved, but I still heard nothing.
And then I heard him. Tama-kun. His muffled scream from the closet to fight them. To not give up. I grabbed a fistful of my hair and sobbed. Kenji's eyes were spilling tears, and Sesshomaru looked livid. I just hoped Tama-kun stayed in the closet this time. We couldn't fight them. He would die again. He couldn't die again. Not for me.
I watched Kenji wave his hand, and the world went dark.