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My Will
Chapter 4: Harper's Grove Hospital
"GET OUT!" Kagome continued to scream as the nurse ran towards her down the hallways, yelling things to the teachers that the distressed girl could not hear.
"It's alright, dear. You're going to be fine…" She tried in vain to comfort the sobbing mess. She wrapped her thick arms around the girl's shoulders and hugged her tightly, hushing her for only a moment.
"NO! He's in my head! Get him out!" Kagome screamed, shoving the nurse onto the ground in front of her and leaping up. She was shaking like mad, and her steps were unsteady at first as she tried to walk away. To walk away from that voice…
The nurse whirled around on the floor, grabbing Kagome's ankle and sending the girl flailing to the cold tile. "Call 911! I think she's about to go into seizures!" The nurse barked her order at no one in particular, but two teachers shot out of their doorways towards the main office for the phone.
"Now Kagome, dear, calm down! Everything's going to be alright!" The nurse grabbed the girl in her arms and held her tightly on the floor in front of her. She clasped her hands around Kagome's wrists as the girl thrashed and screamed bloody murder.
It wasn't long until Kagome was able to twist free of the nurse's grasp. Teachers screamed as she ran down the hall, adding to the noise of the student's confused and angry yells from the classrooms.
She fled down the hall without once looking back, her mind fixed on the sound of her feet hitting the tile with each step she took. She didn't notice the book lying in the hallway in her mad dash, nor did she even realize that she was falling at first. For one fleeting moment, Kagome thought that her soul had been set free, and she was flying above this mess.
Strong arms caught her before she hit the ground. Kagome did not have the strength to keep fighting, and thrashed half-heartedly. As she felt a sharp pain in her arm, movement became nearly impossible. She welcomed the darkness with open arms.
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Bloodlust. That could only explain it. That pulsing energy that overtook his senses in that moment just before he slashed the man's throat. At last, his revenge had been exacted.
As the crimson blood pooled around the old man's body, he bent down and lifted the corpse, searching pockets and folds. It was not there. Anger pounded through his nerves as he threw the body back onto the floor, blood splashing up onto his face.
The man wiped it off with the back of his hand, as if it had only been water from a short drizzle. His rage taking over, the man picked his katana off of the floor, and walked out of the apartment and into the hallway. On his way home his blade tasted the blood of a cleaning woman, and a drunken man staggering home from the bar.
Kagome felt his rage, and his bloodlust. She killed those people alongside of him, felt the blade go through their innocent bodies, and stain her skin. The coppery scent was strong on her clothes, the scent of death.
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She sat bolt upright in bed, her eyes wide. It had been a dream… but it had seemed so real. Was she doomed to have that man haunt her dreams, as well as her mind forever? She had to do something. She could not stand living if her mind was not hers any longer.
"Kagome Higurashi?" A gently, flowing voice came from the doorway. Her eyes darted towards the sound, narrowing with distrust.
"I trust you're doing better now." The voice continued, as the owner walked into the room. He was tall, with short, black hair tied in a small ponytail that rested at the nape of his neck. His white coat that reached to about his knees flowed with each step he took. Kagome stared blankly at him.
"Hello." He said, finally meeting her eyes, and shot her a charming grin. Any other time, under any other circumstance, and Kagome would have melted. But this was different. He was a doctor, and therefore, an enemy.
"Where am I?" She did not ask, but demanded to know. An eyebrow shot up at her in question.
"Testy, aren't we? You're in Harper's Grove Hospital. Now can we start your exam?" He answered her, and pulled out his clipboard.
"Wait," She muttered, holding up a hand to stop him from beginning whatever torture he had planned, "Harper's Grove… Isn't that the…" Kagome's eyes widened as realization hit her like a brick thrown from a two story high window.
"… Mental hospital…"
The doctor's eyes were soft. Obviously he felt sorry for her. "I'm afraid it is," He said, non-to reassuringly. "The doctors at your regular hospital decided to send you down here after they found that you were fine." He brightened up slightly, "But that's okay. We'll have fun here, right?"
Kagome glared at him.
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He was finally gone. Now she could leave, not only this place, but also her whole messed up life. All she had to do was find something sharp… Anything.
A pencil sat on the bedside table. Kagome stared at it for a moment, before walking over to it on unsteady legs. If she did this, there would be no turning back. Would her family be better off for it? No mental hospital bills, no dealing with off-her-rocker Kagome. With each step, she tried to convince herself that this was the best for everyone.
Picking up the pencil, she poked the tip with her finger. It was newly sharpened. She brought it to her left wrist, drawing a light line on it with the graphite tip. She gripped the pencil in her right hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white. If she was able to cut deep enough, then it could be done in one swipe. She took a deep breath in preparation.
"I wouldn't do that."
Kagome whirled around, her freedom tumbling from her shaking hand and smashing into three pieces on the floor.
A tall boy leaned against the doorframe. His strangely white hair was unnaturally long, and flowed down his back, with tendrils that rested upon his shoulders. He wore a bright red shirt, with slightly baggy and faded old jeans. The boy glared at her with deep, amber eyes. Eyes that she could get lost in if she looked long enough.
"Why not?" She grumbled, bending down to pick up the pieces of the pencil. The boy walked over, and Kagome met his gaze as she stood up. His hand was held out, waiting for her to hand him the only release she had.
Kagome shook her head. The strange boy raised his eyebrows. With a quick movement, he tapped the back of the hand where the pencil pieces rested, and grabbed them as they flew through the hair.
"Nice trick," Kagome muttered as her gray eyes continued to glare at him, "Who are you?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "Just another nutcase wandering around the loony bin. Call me InuYasha."
Kagome smiled weakly, suddenly realizing what a dumb thing she had just attempted. She held out her hand for him to shake, regaining some of her usual happiness, "Nice to meet you. I'm Kagome." He shook her hand roughly.
"I, uh… Thank you" She spoke timidly, hoping that he would understand the situation she had been in.
"Whatever." He grunted, standing in front of her. He seemed to be averting his eyes from her.
"What's wro—" She began, and then realized. She was wearing a hospital gown, one that unfortunately turned out to be the open backed kind.
Her face turning ten different shades of red, Kagome clasped the back closed with her hands as she screeched at the top of her lungs, "Pervert!"
And so was the beginning of her stay at Harper's Grove Mental Institution.
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Extra Author's Note: I added a some light humor in the story (hopefully you found some parts a tad funny) One of the ideas that helped to come up with this story was my idea of a humor fanfiction that takes place in a mental hospital. Although this is not quite the same, I still want to lighten it up a bit with something here and there. Would you rather that I kept it dark and angsty, or do you like the little bit of humor? I won't know unless you review!