A/N~ I'm back from my first camping trip. -_- It was fun, but, 3 days and no shower makes me one hell of a bitchy kitsune. I sent this to my new Betta Reader before I left and never got it back and me being the impatient girl I am said "Forget the spelling mistakes." and now I'm posting it. I really need to become more patient. *shakes head* Nah.
How can someone you dislike, no, hate so much, make you feel so. Whats the word? Good. Special. Loved. I never realized it before but sometimes the person you hate so much is the person who'll save you in the end.
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I walked home in deep thought. He said he was there for me. Why would Inu Yasha say that? What was going through that tiny brain of his when he followed me to the bathroom and said those things? I wanted to tell him for some reason, I really did, but of course I couldn't. What's wrong with me, I must be sick.
I unlocked the front door and stepped inside my apartment. I tossed my yellow bag to the side and jumped over the back of the couch. Grabbing the phone I called Sango to see how she was feeling.
"Moshi Moshi." Sango answered. She sounded horrible.
"If you feel as bad as you sound then I really don't want to see what you look like." I told her.
"Thanks for the concern. I've been puking all day."
"Thanks for the info."
"No prob..." I heard her throwing up in the backround. "I gotta go." She said quickly and hung up.
I looked at the phone strangly for a moment then turned it of and put it on the coffee table and grabbed the remote. Some anime will help out at the end of a hard and confusing day. Instead the first thing on the t.v. was a special of abused children. I shrugged. Why not.
"Thousands of children are abused everyday." The host says. "They grow up thinking that they have to be abused and it is their fault they are being hurt by the person."
I snort. 'I know that it's not my fault. I guess it's because of Sango reassuring me all of these years that I'm not the one to blame.'
"They will tell others that their injury's are because of their own clumsiness in fear they will be hurt even worse if they tell the truth."
'Done that many times before.'
"Most grow up to abuse others because they have been brought up around it and they think that it's the right thing to do."
"I would never hit my child, even if I am being hit now. I will never do that to my child, they won't go through what I went through." I whisper to myself.
The host went on rambling and they showed a few pictures of kids and what happened to them. They had an interview with a 18 year-old girl. I watched intenly until the end. There they told you tips on how to react if you are a victim of abuse.
"Hmm." I said aloud to no one in particular. "Maybe I should try those sometime."
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8:30
I heard the door creaked open behind me. I turned around to see my father stumbling in with his hand behind his back.
"Kagome." He slurred. He was defintly wasted.
"Yeah." I said a little unsurly.
"Come here."
I stood up slowly and walked over to him. "Yeah."
Suddenly the hand behind his back was infront of him and before I could react my right arm was cut. In his hand was a 7 inch knife.
I grabbed my bleeding arm but it was to long for my hand to cover.The cut looked about 9 inches long and maybe an inch deep.
He swung the knife at me again and cut me across the stomach. I gasped and bent over but jumped back before he could stab me in the back.
I pushed him to the side and ran out the door. I heard him yelling and cursing my name as I ran down the stairs and soon heard his footsteps close behind me.
My uniform was quickly drentched in the crimson red liquid.
I ran out into the lobby and to my surprise there was no one there. Not even the manager. Oh great. Tonights the night they decide to take a break off. I pushed passed the doors and ran outside. Once again, no one.
"Get your fucking ass back here." My father yelled.
'Right away.' I thought and quickend my pace. I saw an alley way and decided it would be easy for me to escape if I went through it.
I looked behind me while I turned into the alley way.
Bad mistake.
I looked forward and then stopped perfectly still as I saw what was infront of me.
A chain fence.
Wait. A chain fence. I'll just climb it. I've done it before.
I run up to it and jump as high as I can and grab onto it. I scream it pain as I remember the gash in my arm and stomach. I almost grabbed my right arm but I keep holding on and try to ignore the pain but the burning in my stomach is not making it any easier.
I start climbing slowly and I'm nearly to the top. My left hand grabs the bar at the top and I slowly pull myself up.
Someone grabs my leg and pulls hard. My left arm is yanked away from the bar leaving my right hand holding on. I scream as I feel the gash open and the blood drips to the ground. I feel a stabbing pain in my leg and realize that now it has been stabbed along with my arm and stomach.
My hand slips and I fall to my back to the concreite. I look up to see nothing but range on my father's face. He raises the knife above his head and then brings it down quickly.
I closed my eyes tightly and wait for the final blow but it never comes. I hear a grunt and the sound of trash cans being crashed into. Someone warm then picks me up.
"Kagome." A soft voice comes. It's a male and it sounds familliar.
I open my eyes slowly to meet beautiful golden ones. I blink a couple of times as my mind tries to comprehend the man.
The loss of blood is making me dizzy and tired. I slowly close my eyes and whisper.
"Inu Yasha."
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A/N now this is when you review. Get it. Got it. Good.
How can someone you dislike, no, hate so much, make you feel so. Whats the word? Good. Special. Loved. I never realized it before but sometimes the person you hate so much is the person who'll save you in the end.
-
I walked home in deep thought. He said he was there for me. Why would Inu Yasha say that? What was going through that tiny brain of his when he followed me to the bathroom and said those things? I wanted to tell him for some reason, I really did, but of course I couldn't. What's wrong with me, I must be sick.
I unlocked the front door and stepped inside my apartment. I tossed my yellow bag to the side and jumped over the back of the couch. Grabbing the phone I called Sango to see how she was feeling.
"Moshi Moshi." Sango answered. She sounded horrible.
"If you feel as bad as you sound then I really don't want to see what you look like." I told her.
"Thanks for the concern. I've been puking all day."
"Thanks for the info."
"No prob..." I heard her throwing up in the backround. "I gotta go." She said quickly and hung up.
I looked at the phone strangly for a moment then turned it of and put it on the coffee table and grabbed the remote. Some anime will help out at the end of a hard and confusing day. Instead the first thing on the t.v. was a special of abused children. I shrugged. Why not.
"Thousands of children are abused everyday." The host says. "They grow up thinking that they have to be abused and it is their fault they are being hurt by the person."
I snort. 'I know that it's not my fault. I guess it's because of Sango reassuring me all of these years that I'm not the one to blame.'
"They will tell others that their injury's are because of their own clumsiness in fear they will be hurt even worse if they tell the truth."
'Done that many times before.'
"Most grow up to abuse others because they have been brought up around it and they think that it's the right thing to do."
"I would never hit my child, even if I am being hit now. I will never do that to my child, they won't go through what I went through." I whisper to myself.
The host went on rambling and they showed a few pictures of kids and what happened to them. They had an interview with a 18 year-old girl. I watched intenly until the end. There they told you tips on how to react if you are a victim of abuse.
"Hmm." I said aloud to no one in particular. "Maybe I should try those sometime."
-
8:30
I heard the door creaked open behind me. I turned around to see my father stumbling in with his hand behind his back.
"Kagome." He slurred. He was defintly wasted.
"Yeah." I said a little unsurly.
"Come here."
I stood up slowly and walked over to him. "Yeah."
Suddenly the hand behind his back was infront of him and before I could react my right arm was cut. In his hand was a 7 inch knife.
I grabbed my bleeding arm but it was to long for my hand to cover.The cut looked about 9 inches long and maybe an inch deep.
He swung the knife at me again and cut me across the stomach. I gasped and bent over but jumped back before he could stab me in the back.
I pushed him to the side and ran out the door. I heard him yelling and cursing my name as I ran down the stairs and soon heard his footsteps close behind me.
My uniform was quickly drentched in the crimson red liquid.
I ran out into the lobby and to my surprise there was no one there. Not even the manager. Oh great. Tonights the night they decide to take a break off. I pushed passed the doors and ran outside. Once again, no one.
"Get your fucking ass back here." My father yelled.
'Right away.' I thought and quickend my pace. I saw an alley way and decided it would be easy for me to escape if I went through it.
I looked behind me while I turned into the alley way.
Bad mistake.
I looked forward and then stopped perfectly still as I saw what was infront of me.
A chain fence.
Wait. A chain fence. I'll just climb it. I've done it before.
I run up to it and jump as high as I can and grab onto it. I scream it pain as I remember the gash in my arm and stomach. I almost grabbed my right arm but I keep holding on and try to ignore the pain but the burning in my stomach is not making it any easier.
I start climbing slowly and I'm nearly to the top. My left hand grabs the bar at the top and I slowly pull myself up.
Someone grabs my leg and pulls hard. My left arm is yanked away from the bar leaving my right hand holding on. I scream as I feel the gash open and the blood drips to the ground. I feel a stabbing pain in my leg and realize that now it has been stabbed along with my arm and stomach.
My hand slips and I fall to my back to the concreite. I look up to see nothing but range on my father's face. He raises the knife above his head and then brings it down quickly.
I closed my eyes tightly and wait for the final blow but it never comes. I hear a grunt and the sound of trash cans being crashed into. Someone warm then picks me up.
"Kagome." A soft voice comes. It's a male and it sounds familliar.
I open my eyes slowly to meet beautiful golden ones. I blink a couple of times as my mind tries to comprehend the man.
The loss of blood is making me dizzy and tired. I slowly close my eyes and whisper.
"Inu Yasha."
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A/N now this is when you review. Get it. Got it. Good.