Kagome sighed dejectedly. As much fun as the Fuedal Era was, she still had to leave every once and a while to attend school. Which is why today she skipped. After all she wouldn't need school after this. It wasn't as if she wanted to fail, absoulutely not, it was just that.... Her life was in the past. Inuyasha was in the past. The pitiful thing was that Inuyasha had already told everyone that he had taken Kikyou as his mate, how did Kagome ever think to win him back from such a bond?
Nothing was the way it seemed. Nothing was the way she wanted it. Nothing was fair. Who said life was fair? They should have been (And probably had been...) murdered. A terrible, gruesome, possibly excessively creative murder.
Kagome wished slightly that she knew where she was going, after all, its not every day you get to chose where you want to die. Is it? She wondered how many people had commited suicide. I mean, sure, they had the populated average of how many people commited suicide every year, but in that there is each a different story, a different life that was lost, and a different family that was (Or wasn't) left mourning. It was all very depressing, having all of this in your head and no one to tell it too. Maybe thats why things like this have been simmering in her brain so long, no one was there to tell it to.
Maybe if someone loved her, she wouldn't be doing this, wouldn't be on her way into the deserted area of a park with a sharpened knife in her pocket, wouldn't be thinking of how she would be found later that day, wouldn't actually even be thinking of her future in any way except blood and death. It scared Kagome to no ends. There was nothing left here, not in the world of the living. Nothing. She was alone. Her mother had been getting drunk these past few weeks, beating her and her little brother, yelling about how Kagome had ruined her life, and how she hated her. Her grandfather was in the hospital, dying at this very moment. He had been decreasing in health for the past few months, deterioting slowly, painfully, and this morning the hospital called and said that today was probably going to be his last day alive.
Kagome had mailed a notice to the police about her mother beating Souta, and now she was going to be able to sleep for eternity.
Nothing was the way it seemed. Nothing was the way she wanted it. Nothing was fair. Who said life was fair? They should have been (And probably had been...) murdered. A terrible, gruesome, possibly excessively creative murder.
Kagome wished slightly that she knew where she was going, after all, its not every day you get to chose where you want to die. Is it? She wondered how many people had commited suicide. I mean, sure, they had the populated average of how many people commited suicide every year, but in that there is each a different story, a different life that was lost, and a different family that was (Or wasn't) left mourning. It was all very depressing, having all of this in your head and no one to tell it too. Maybe thats why things like this have been simmering in her brain so long, no one was there to tell it to.
Maybe if someone loved her, she wouldn't be doing this, wouldn't be on her way into the deserted area of a park with a sharpened knife in her pocket, wouldn't be thinking of how she would be found later that day, wouldn't actually even be thinking of her future in any way except blood and death. It scared Kagome to no ends. There was nothing left here, not in the world of the living. Nothing. She was alone. Her mother had been getting drunk these past few weeks, beating her and her little brother, yelling about how Kagome had ruined her life, and how she hated her. Her grandfather was in the hospital, dying at this very moment. He had been decreasing in health for the past few months, deterioting slowly, painfully, and this morning the hospital called and said that today was probably going to be his last day alive.
Kagome had mailed a notice to the police about her mother beating Souta, and now she was going to be able to sleep for eternity.