Disclaimer~ I hate this and you damn diclaimer. One day I will kill you. Anyways, I don't/never will own Inu Yasha. Damn you reality, damn you!!!
A/N Sorry about the wait, writers block.
Hiei~ You're just lazy
Sakura~ Hiei, this isn't Yu Yu Hakusho, this is Inu Yasha, why in hells are you here.
Hiei~ hn, maybe I just want to bother you. Anyways you owe me sweet snow and don't tell the readers you have writers block, you lazy kitsune.
Sakura~ Fine, you'll get your sweet snow, and I do have writers block and try to cure it with sleeping.
Hiei~ Whatever, just admit you're lazy.
Sakura~ Why couldn't Kurama come instead?
Hiei~ Because I enjoy torturing you, and he's at that school thing, wait why aren't you at school?
Sakura~ Number 1, it's 5 in the morning over here, thats 6 in the evening over there, i think, and number 2, it's summer, and everyone should be home by now so leave me alone.
Hiei~ How about I bother you to no end, and insult your horrible spelling skills.
Sakura~ I'm telling Kurama on you, and you don't know how to spell either, you stupid fire apperatice.
Hiei~ what did you just say bitch.
Sakura~ damn, just had to insult Hiei, I'm dead. Just read the damn story.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sometimes the pain is unbearable, emotionaly and physically. If I beg for it to end it only becomes worse. There is no escape, no matter how hard I try. There will never be an escape.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Papa, I'm home." I announce as I walk through the door and drop my large yellow bag on the floor. Something doesn't feel right, what's wrong?
"Kag, where the fuck have you been?" My father asks as he stands up from the couch where he was lying, he's drunk, which means.
Oh no.
I gulp. "I stayed at Sango's, remember Daddy, you said it was fine."
"I said not a thing." He yells and throws the sake bottle at the wall and it shatters glass over the floor. He stumbles towards me and grabs my arm tightly.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again." Please don't hurt me, I've done nothing wrong.
"Like hell it won't." His grip on my arm tightens and he slams me against the wall. I wince in pain and that makes him laugh.
You Bastard
You Sick Bastard
"I'm sorry, please, please." It's so hard to keep the tears from coming, but I won't cry, not infront of him. I won't give this bastard the pleasure in seeing me cry.
"Please what?" His hand closes over my throat and I close my eyes tightly.
What happened to the caring man who always hugged me when I was little, the man who promised not to let anyone hurt me, I think that includes youself. How can someone change so quickly?
"No." I say, barely a whisper.
He laughs again. "Wrong answer." He picks me up by the neck. Oh Gods, it hurts so bad. My hands try to pry his off but I can't, I'm not strong enough. Now the tears are flowing freely down my face.
No.
No crying.
I hear him laugh once more as he flings my body easily across the room and I land, stomach first, onto the table, smashing it from my body wieght and the force of his throw. The glass vase that once rested peacefully on the table is now smashed under me, the shards of glass cutting my skin. Something warm runs down my face.
Blood.
My forehead is cut open and I can tell that the shard of glass that cut my forehead is still in the cut.
"Clean this damn mess that you made up." He commands and I hear him walk away. A door opens and closes and I know he is in his room. He's probably minutes away from passing out.
I push myself up from the broken table and glass and make my way towards my bathroom. My head, my arms, my leags, hell, my body, it feels as if I've been split in two, maybe three. Oh hell, I feel like I've been chopped up into bite size pieces.
I stumble into the bathroom and examine myself in the mirror. A bruise is forming around my neck and a large gash is cut into my forehead. No surprises there. I spot the glass in my gash and slowly pull it out.
It hurts like a bitch.
When it is finally out my blood covers it and I drop it in the waste basket. I quickly pull out the shards of glass from my arms, legs, and stomach. I have cuts all over from the glass that hates me so. I rinse them with water and then clean them with peroxide. If they didn't already hurt enough, now there stinging my skin to no end. It's hard to bite back the tears from the stinging pain, but I manage.
After I the stinging stops I go back out to the broken table and vase. I pick up the shards and in the procese pock myself a couple of times. I throw them away and drag the peices of the table outside to the dumster.
I'll have to buy a new table tomorrow. Oh goodie.
When I finish disposing of the table and gathering all of the glass I can find I head towards my room.
I wish this pain would go away and leave me alone.
But of course, that is out of the question.
I silently open my door and walk in. I close it, if possible, even quieter. I walk to my bed and fall onto my back, in attempt not to cause anymore harm to my stomach with it's many cuts.
I wince in pain.
Apperantly flopping onto my bed wasen't the brightest idea.
Who cares.
I sure don't.
Not anymore.
I crawl up to my pillow and lay my head down on it.
Maybe sleep will ease the pain. It's worth a try, even though I already know it won't. I need to convince myself though, tell myself the pain will leave and everything will be okay.
Feh. Nothing will ever be okay. Okay has flown out the window and far away from me.
I hug my pillow and close my eyes, letting sleep take over take my sences.
'Everything will be okay.' I tell myself. 'One day I'll be dead.'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N sorry it's soooo short but like I told you I have writers block and it's also 5:40 in the morning and I haven't gone to sleep. What can I say I'm nocternal. Sorry about the horrible spelling but the program I use to type has no spell check, so be brave and ignore my terrible spelling. Review, reviews may kill my writers block. *hint* *hint* *nudge* *nudge*
Hiei~ you really are pitiful
Sakura~ kyaaaaa, I thought I lost you
Hiei~ well you didn't bitch
Sakura~ damn, well I'm out, need sleep, oh and I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, that means I no own Hiei or Kurama. *sigh* I really do wish I owned Kurama.
Hiei~ well you don't and you never will
Sakura~ oh we'll see bout that
Hiei~ good luck, just don't try to own me
Sakura~ naw, I think I'll let your crazy rabid fangirls take care of you *walks off towards bed*
Hiei~ *wide freaked out eyes* what!!! *follows Sakura* oh hell no, you keep them away from me or I'll kill you
Sakura~ now to get Hiei to shut up about evil fangirls, his plans to murder me if I sick them on him, and to go to sleep. sleep first then ways to save myself from his wrath. review people. laterz sakura
A/N Sorry about the wait, writers block.
Hiei~ You're just lazy
Sakura~ Hiei, this isn't Yu Yu Hakusho, this is Inu Yasha, why in hells are you here.
Hiei~ hn, maybe I just want to bother you. Anyways you owe me sweet snow and don't tell the readers you have writers block, you lazy kitsune.
Sakura~ Fine, you'll get your sweet snow, and I do have writers block and try to cure it with sleeping.
Hiei~ Whatever, just admit you're lazy.
Sakura~ Why couldn't Kurama come instead?
Hiei~ Because I enjoy torturing you, and he's at that school thing, wait why aren't you at school?
Sakura~ Number 1, it's 5 in the morning over here, thats 6 in the evening over there, i think, and number 2, it's summer, and everyone should be home by now so leave me alone.
Hiei~ How about I bother you to no end, and insult your horrible spelling skills.
Sakura~ I'm telling Kurama on you, and you don't know how to spell either, you stupid fire apperatice.
Hiei~ what did you just say bitch.
Sakura~ damn, just had to insult Hiei, I'm dead. Just read the damn story.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sometimes the pain is unbearable, emotionaly and physically. If I beg for it to end it only becomes worse. There is no escape, no matter how hard I try. There will never be an escape.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Papa, I'm home." I announce as I walk through the door and drop my large yellow bag on the floor. Something doesn't feel right, what's wrong?
"Kag, where the fuck have you been?" My father asks as he stands up from the couch where he was lying, he's drunk, which means.
Oh no.
I gulp. "I stayed at Sango's, remember Daddy, you said it was fine."
"I said not a thing." He yells and throws the sake bottle at the wall and it shatters glass over the floor. He stumbles towards me and grabs my arm tightly.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again." Please don't hurt me, I've done nothing wrong.
"Like hell it won't." His grip on my arm tightens and he slams me against the wall. I wince in pain and that makes him laugh.
You Bastard
You Sick Bastard
"I'm sorry, please, please." It's so hard to keep the tears from coming, but I won't cry, not infront of him. I won't give this bastard the pleasure in seeing me cry.
"Please what?" His hand closes over my throat and I close my eyes tightly.
What happened to the caring man who always hugged me when I was little, the man who promised not to let anyone hurt me, I think that includes youself. How can someone change so quickly?
"No." I say, barely a whisper.
He laughs again. "Wrong answer." He picks me up by the neck. Oh Gods, it hurts so bad. My hands try to pry his off but I can't, I'm not strong enough. Now the tears are flowing freely down my face.
No.
No crying.
I hear him laugh once more as he flings my body easily across the room and I land, stomach first, onto the table, smashing it from my body wieght and the force of his throw. The glass vase that once rested peacefully on the table is now smashed under me, the shards of glass cutting my skin. Something warm runs down my face.
Blood.
My forehead is cut open and I can tell that the shard of glass that cut my forehead is still in the cut.
"Clean this damn mess that you made up." He commands and I hear him walk away. A door opens and closes and I know he is in his room. He's probably minutes away from passing out.
I push myself up from the broken table and glass and make my way towards my bathroom. My head, my arms, my leags, hell, my body, it feels as if I've been split in two, maybe three. Oh hell, I feel like I've been chopped up into bite size pieces.
I stumble into the bathroom and examine myself in the mirror. A bruise is forming around my neck and a large gash is cut into my forehead. No surprises there. I spot the glass in my gash and slowly pull it out.
It hurts like a bitch.
When it is finally out my blood covers it and I drop it in the waste basket. I quickly pull out the shards of glass from my arms, legs, and stomach. I have cuts all over from the glass that hates me so. I rinse them with water and then clean them with peroxide. If they didn't already hurt enough, now there stinging my skin to no end. It's hard to bite back the tears from the stinging pain, but I manage.
After I the stinging stops I go back out to the broken table and vase. I pick up the shards and in the procese pock myself a couple of times. I throw them away and drag the peices of the table outside to the dumster.
I'll have to buy a new table tomorrow. Oh goodie.
When I finish disposing of the table and gathering all of the glass I can find I head towards my room.
I wish this pain would go away and leave me alone.
But of course, that is out of the question.
I silently open my door and walk in. I close it, if possible, even quieter. I walk to my bed and fall onto my back, in attempt not to cause anymore harm to my stomach with it's many cuts.
I wince in pain.
Apperantly flopping onto my bed wasen't the brightest idea.
Who cares.
I sure don't.
Not anymore.
I crawl up to my pillow and lay my head down on it.
Maybe sleep will ease the pain. It's worth a try, even though I already know it won't. I need to convince myself though, tell myself the pain will leave and everything will be okay.
Feh. Nothing will ever be okay. Okay has flown out the window and far away from me.
I hug my pillow and close my eyes, letting sleep take over take my sences.
'Everything will be okay.' I tell myself. 'One day I'll be dead.'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N sorry it's soooo short but like I told you I have writers block and it's also 5:40 in the morning and I haven't gone to sleep. What can I say I'm nocternal. Sorry about the horrible spelling but the program I use to type has no spell check, so be brave and ignore my terrible spelling. Review, reviews may kill my writers block. *hint* *hint* *nudge* *nudge*
Hiei~ you really are pitiful
Sakura~ kyaaaaa, I thought I lost you
Hiei~ well you didn't bitch
Sakura~ damn, well I'm out, need sleep, oh and I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, that means I no own Hiei or Kurama. *sigh* I really do wish I owned Kurama.
Hiei~ well you don't and you never will
Sakura~ oh we'll see bout that
Hiei~ good luck, just don't try to own me
Sakura~ naw, I think I'll let your crazy rabid fangirls take care of you *walks off towards bed*
Hiei~ *wide freaked out eyes* what!!! *follows Sakura* oh hell no, you keep them away from me or I'll kill you
Sakura~ now to get Hiei to shut up about evil fangirls, his plans to murder me if I sick them on him, and to go to sleep. sleep first then ways to save myself from his wrath. review people. laterz sakura