Author's Note: This is obviously alternative universe story
Disclaimer: Nope doesn't own Inuyasha

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Reflected in my eyes is
The restless spirit of a girl with a storm in her heart
She whirls and dances in the moonlight and tears are painted in her eyes

Her life is a storybook
And she turns each page with care
For shadows whisper secrets to her soul
But she cannot yet hear their songs

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-Prologue-

Little black eyes widen. No, this is not happening she's not going to leave me. I know she won't. My mama loves me so. She won't leave me. "W-wait mama don't go, please don't I'll be a good girl. I promise I will be good, please...... please don't leave me.
MAMA DON'T GO ". Her little hand clutched on her mom's arm.

"PLEASE MAMA I BEG YOU ", she screamed as tears exploded. Her mom looked at her with eyes that held, so much pain. She fell onto the floor still dragging on her mom's arm. Her mom slapped her hard across the face. Blood was drawn. She let go softly and kissed her cheek. "Please understand. I love you I swear to god I do. But if I stayed here I will die. " The little girl went numb. She stumped down onto the wall. Tears fell silently from her eyes and she was gone.

" But I don't understand. "

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"Did you hear? She left her daughter and husband for another man. "

"Yes. I believe she was pregnant with the other man's baby. "

"Oh look at that poor child, it must be hard to find out her mother is such a woman. "

"I knew she wasn't good enough for Mr. Hiroshi, I bet all she wants was his money. "

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Keep walking. Just keep walking. She looked down to her shoes, stained with mud. The six year old walked home with the same thing in her heart that died last night and the night before and the before that night. Just one more chip off an already broken heart.

Daddy is late again. She heard her nanny snore, must be pretty late. She stared at the clock on her nightstand 12:45. He always comes home so late at night. I never get to see him. I miss him. I want mommy. Everyone leaves me. The child hugged the stuffed animal firmly. Tears wield up in her eyes. "I hate crying. "She muttered quietly to herself. "I hate it. " And she fazed into a dreamless sleep.

-The End of Prologue-