"What exactly do you want out of this, Miss Higurashi? Your mother told me that everything in your life was fine...How did that change on your fifteenth birthday?"
"As you said, my mother told you about me and my life from her point of veiw. I see no reason to share with you what I thought about everything, seeing as though you seem to already have your own ideas about I and my sanity. Remind me to thank my mother, by the way."
"You don't want to be here then?"
"How'd you guess?"
"Well considering-"
"My story is a special one... Are you ready for it?"
"Only if you are."
Kagome glared at him silently. "I, sir, am always ready."
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Three Years Earlier ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Kagome! Kagome! You're late again!"
My mother was always used to be so serene in the mornings, treating me with mutual friendship, nothing more. And I, ofcourse, seemed the perfect daughter back then, being as naive as I was at the time, having nothing to make me feel otherwise. I had my grandfather, my mother, and my little step-brother, Souta. But back then I didn't think about relations, much less the lack of them. So you can imagine the suprise one day, of finding out that I was adopted.
It started out as a normal Saturday, I was running late to do my chores, sleeping in until eleven, which that alone pissed my mom of to an endless degree. But I was in school and trying hard to keep up my Honor Role personality, dealing with endless arguments with my best friends, and having sunken into a deep level of depression by all of my added pressure to 'Strive to be the Best' in everything, so I thought myself deserving of atleast an hour extra to sleep. Needless to say, my mother thought different.
"Kagome Higurashi-! What the Hell do you think your still doing in bed?! You lazy bitch. Get your ass up now."
I groaned at the grating sound of her voice, and sat up in my bed thinking along the lines of 'I'm hungry' or 'I want to go back to bed', but I was never expecting the next cruelty that came out of my adoptive mothers mouth.
"I toldmyself not to adopt a replacment. It seems as though you'll never be what Arikia would have been. Your a pathetic excuse for a daughter, you know that?!"
Normally I would just ignore what my mother said to me while she was drunk, which she always was on a Saturday morning, but that one slip-up of hers cost her all of me. Ofcourse I had no idea who 'Arikia' was at the time, but I somehow knew that it wasn't a good thing for my mother to say to me. I swallowed hard and looked down into my pink bedcovers, wishing that I could cry but knowing that I had never really loved my mother in any way. I just admired her, I guess, but like I said I was so naive back then, it would have been considerd dense.
I whispered up at my mother's still form.
"I'll be ready in a moment."
My mom walked out of my room before I could finish the sentence, which made me want to hate her more than I already did. I didn't realize it at the time, but my mother's drinking problem was probably what started it all.
I felt a cold emptiness inside of me for months to come, as if knowing that I had no real family drained my will to live. It was my first suicide attempt on my fifteenth birthday with many sure to follow. I woke up in the hospital the day after, and they had bound up my wrists so tightly at first that I thought they had cut my hands off. I was lying in a surgery prep. room with an druged up old guy when I first heard the screaming of my soon-to-be best friend, the best I had, and probably will ever have.
Sango Jiroushi was screaming at such a high pitched frequency that I winced and coughed up my orange juice I was drinking at the time. I looked up at her for the first time, I thought I was going to be murdered just by the ice hatred glare she passed to me around the already freezing cold atmosphere. She was tied down to a sleek hospital bed, and around four or five nurses and doctors were surrounding her with every twich of her jaw, which was a fair amount of times. She seemed to be having a kind of seizure that at the time I thought was a heart or asthma attack. At first I just looked away from all of the comotion, getting slightly disturbed at the fact that they were putting the lunatic beside me, but by the time they sedated her, I got my first real good look at her, and I was shocked.
She looked as though she were just seventeen, young and vital like myself, but at the same time, we were both so different. The girl I was looking at seemed so scary and violent that it made me want to flinch away even while she slept. She barely wore any make up, and had dark brown hair down to mid-back, with smooth facial features that told of knowledge beyond years, as anger seemed to radiate off of her sleeping form. And by the way she dressed I assumed she was in a gang, all black clothes, boots, and if you looked close enough to her left wrist, you could see a black cresent moon tattoo on it.
All in all I was both terrified and impressed by her, her strength amazed me, for I had seen about three young male doctors come by with a black eye or two, and all of them gave the sleeping girl beside me nasty looks as they passed us. That was the first night I ever felt safe enough to fall to sleep in a hospital.