5 whole months...

5 whole months since the passing of her parents and sibling...

The 5 months inside the tormenting White Hell itself...

Every passing moment longer then the last..

        Turning the 5 months into what seemed to be a dreary 5 years..

In a place that would change her life, forever.


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I ' m F e e l i n g F i n e

..A Homicidal Fairytale..


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The heavy metal door crept open ajar with the silence of a jaguar. No lights. She figured as much.

"Higurashi..." A soft, beguiling voice called into the dark—bone-chilling—room. A bed lay under the only window, secluded squared window, with clawed black curtains covered in a light sheet of dust. Claws, on the curtains, made by frail human fingers. Female human fingers.

"..."

"Higurashi...Get up," The voice urged, slightly annoyed by being ignored. She should have been used to it by now. The voice mellowed a bit, the vibrations coming closer to where the paranoid girl lay.

"Higurashi... It's time to visit the nice doctor now.." It prodded once more, and vanished before she could get a response.

Inside the room, everything seemed to get a bit darker by the nice doctor. There was no nice doctor. There was no window. There was no Kagome. All but an ill will string that somehow wasn't cut during the process of death. The death of her family.

The bed sheets were scrambled; long damp ebony hair was sprawled around a large pillow. The black painted bars that held up the bed were peeled off by fingernails just as badly as the curtains were.

A moment of silence electrocuted the room. A figure on the bed slowly rising into a sitting position, almost as a robot would. Mechanically, as if she was being controlled by a dull force of strings.

Her skin, a pasty cream. Eyes, a chiseled maple color drowning in an unidentified emotion. Her hair, waves of damp and knotted ebony. A frail hand rose to her sweaty forehead, the squared window dimly shone the sunrise's bright glare. Intruding the dark atmosphere to the room.

This was Kagome's life.

"..." She blinked lazily, forced-like and not willing to blink. Kagome grunted angrily, as she slowly put one foot on the cold marble floor. Then the other. She stood there for a minute or two. The wide silver barracade half-shadowed with sunbeam, half glimmered in the silent dark. Piercing eyes watched her every move...

And she knew it too.

The nice doctor always watches...

Static waves alarmed Kagome's ears with it's sudden mind-scrambling ruckus. A croaky, yet dignified voice summoned the room's quiet spirits into a verbal frenzy of echoing words. Words that made no sense.. yet, it did. The nice doctor always knows what to say.

"How are you this morning, Kagome?" It questioned.

Kagome made no effort to respond the voice with no face. This was how it has always been since that night. The Asylum proved nothing to her, as she would have known. She knew she wasn't supposed to be here.. Kagome knew they didn't want her here. Her insides were black and mangled, as if nothing fit her satisfaction.

She shifted from one foot to the other; staring lifelessly at the platinum glass as if seeking a face. Anything, to show up and reassure her that she was still breathing.

A small bit of mumbling was heard on the other side of the glass before her door reopened with much effort on the opener's behalf. Kagome raised her attention to the woman in the doorway. The woman was middle-aged complete with it's spread. She wore a black eye patch over her right eye, her hair a sandy salt appearance that flowed down to her waist, and was held loosely in a ribbon. She was attired in white sash and bland asylum uniform, a jewel-arrow pin glimmered above her left shoulder blade. A nametag pinned to her right shoulder reading the word "Kaede".

The elderly woman eyed the broken girl in her large white t-shirt wearily. "Aye, Kagome.. You are awake, I see.." Kagome just nodded dully. 5 months almost re-playing itself daily; it was always the same thing day after day.

Questions. Questions neither answered nor connected to the purpose for the asylum feared the worst of an angry girl. Questions, always asked.

Kaede stood there a minute before advising the girl to sit down with a gesture by her hand. Kagome complied, stumbling back onto her scrambled nest of blankets.

The mature woman pulled up a wooden oak chair from the dark corner, sitting herself comfortably on it next to the young girl on the bed.

A minute of observant silence stung the air before Kaede chose to speak. "How are you this morning, Kagome?" she spoke in a caring inquisitive manner.

Kagome never lifted her eyes from her view of the outside world through the window. A mother robin had flown back into it's nest with feed for her children. A scene that brought Kagome a speckle of warmth.

Kaede cleared her throat slightly, trying to catch the attention of the dazed young woman. She followed her drowsy gaze to a tree outside of the Asylum. Kaede nodded solemnly, mentally noting to talk to Kagome about being outdoors once and awhile.. If she ever responded, that is.

The old woman's visible eye glazed with concern when Kagome's head suddenly dropped from looking at the robin family, to her bitten fingernails.

"What is wrong, Kagome?" Keade asked, small genuine concern cracking through the midst of her voice. She shifted a bit on her chair, patiently waiting for an answer from her patient.

Tears pricked at the corners of Kagome's tainted eyes. She bit back a whimper, her still damp hair shadowing her face from the nice doctor's view.

"My parents... are gone..." her small, mellow voice called into the silence.

Kaede's expression never faltered; the good start was that Kagome had not yet begun to switch into panic mode. The last management had given the asylum a more deadly overview from Kagome's rampage. Nothing is left for her on this Earth, Keade thought, but her purpose remains a mystery.

"What else is wrong, Kagome?" Kaede prodded, receiving a bit more attention. Eyes on the other side of the eerie mirror hungrily stood on end more response.

Kagome moved a bit farther to the side of her bed.

"Something is..." she said, her voice as cold and slick as ice. "..broken.."

Kaede had not anticipated this response. Her eye widened a bit, "What is broken, Kagome?"

A long string of silence ensued from the black room. Uneven breathing from within seemed as if a drum beats thundered. Chills sent the spines tingling; Kagome snapped her head towards Kaede's line of vision. Her skeptic brown orbs of sadness shook her body to a near insane panic.

Broken images plagued over everyone's thoughts; all the bad they have seen within the past, had somehow, found it's way… to this one helpless girl.

"I am.."

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