Nobody's Home;
Kagome's tale
Told by InuYasha
Written by Tenshi
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or the lyrics.
It was raining pretty hard that day when I first saw her. I always remember that because it looked like the sky was crying with her, for her. Her black hair was plastered to her back and her dark green t-shirt melted her body. Her jeans, ripped around the knees. She was standing in front of a house, a light blue one with white trimmed windows and a white flower box. I see that house every day when I pass by it on my way to and from school. It haunts my dreams sometimes. My mind wonders through the front door into the horrible world that thrived behind the windows. I still don't know what went on in there, but I know everyday that girl stood in front of that house after school and before school. She was always crying, sometimes wiping away some blood from a cut on her face or from a bloody nose with bruised and battered hands.
But I never asked, never questioned. I just walked by each and every day so I can't tell you why she stood in front of the house and I can't tell you why she was that way.
I couldn't tell you
Why she felt that way
She felt it everyday
I couldn't help her
I just watch her make
The same mistakes again
I never knew she went to our school or was even in one of my classes until I started paying attention. I couldn't help it, since the first time I saw her I wanted to see her more. I never really cared to get to know her or why she was always covering up bruises and cuts. I just wanted, needed to see her.
I watched her in the lunch room. Everyday she would walk through the main door to the lunch room and look around quietly like she was lost and didn't know where to go, where she would fit in. Sometimes people would bump into her on purpose and make her drop her food. She sat by herself a lot sometimes with a girl with a long brown pony tail and a dark haired guy. Those two never seemed to question the injuries either. But it was always rare to see her walking, eating, or sitting with them.
But I never asked her to sit with me, just watched her walk by with her head down. Maybe I should of...
What's wrong, what's wrong now
Too many, too many problems
Don't know where she belongs
Where she belongs
The first time that she noticed me or I think it was the first day that she noticed me it was when she was standing in front of that blue house like she did every other day. I was on the other side of the road, slowly walking by. Our eyes met for the first time. Her gray eyes were emotionless but at the same time full of emotion. That didn't make any sense did it? How about this? Her eyes held no emotion but were screaming for me to notice something, to help her. I noticed later that her eyes where always like that. They were always calling out for someone to notice how much pain she was in. How could people not notice it? People are so oblivious to everything.
But I didn't answer her request for help. I just turned my head, breaking eye contact with those mysterious eyes with black rings around them, and kept walking...
She wants to go home but nobody's home
That's where she lies broken inside
No place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes broken inside
One day I was walking down the empty hallways of our school. I had football practice that kept me until late in the evening. I heard soft crying coming from the hallway in front of me. I stopped right before the wall ended and carefully peeked around it. It was her and someone else. I couldn't tell who it was, but they seemed to know each other. He had her pined up against a wall. Her toes just touched the ground because he held her so high. He lifted her off the wall and slammed her back down. He told her that even the school wasn't safe. That she shouldn't have run away. Then he let her drop to the floor. He screamed for her to get up, she couldn't. He kicked in the side making her fall to floor with a cry. He told her again to get up, she tried. She lifted herself up and when she looked up our eyes met. Her eyes screamed and beg for me to do something. She wanted my help, for me to rescue her.
But I walked away. I never helped her, never interrupted him beating her in the one place that probably felt safest in. Maybe I should of done something like made a loud noise in the hall so he would stop. Oh well, guess its too late for that now...
Open your eyes (open your eyes)
And look outside
Find the reason why (why)
You've been rejected (you've been rejected)
And now you can't find
What you left behind
It was around Christmas time that I started to notice marks on her arms, red ones. A lot of them were on her wrist. I only noticed them because most of her shirt sleeves were too short to cover her wrist all the way unless she held them down over them. I guess that was her way of getting away. Not that approve of it, but I wasn't gonna get in her personal life. It wasn't my place.
I wanted to tell her to stop it. That it scared me, but we didn't even know each other and like I said it isn't my place to get in her personal life. Maybe I should of said something...she might of not felt so alone.
Be strong, be strong now
Too many, too many problems
Don't know where she belongs
Where she belongs
It was January, the day we got back from Christmas break. I looked for her. She wasn't there. She might have been sick, I thought. I didn't think much about it. It was a cold winter; she probably caught the flu or something. My brother had it; boy was that a fun time. But that is getting off topic. After the second week she didn't come to school I started to get nervous. It was two weeks and a half and she came back. She looked horrible and she didn't walk right. She walked slowly and limped oddly. People pushed her if she was too slow. They would throw her into the wall or lockers, knock her down on the floor.
I wanted to help her up when ever I saw her struggle to stand up and wince as she moved to get her books. I wanted to yell at the kids as they stepped on her, but I walked by. Its all my fault isn't it?
She wants to go home
But nobody's home
That's where she lies
Broken inside
With no place to go
No place to go
To dry her eyes
Broken inside
After Christmas she was different. Her eyes were different. They once held emotion, never a positive emotion (they were always sad, but that emotion, right?), but now...they were empty. Her gray eyes were stone cold. She looked tired and out of faith. I didn't understand how a week and a half away from school could change that, but I didn't know anything about her life, so I couldn't complain about it. She always seemed spaced out or on the verge of tears. I started to notice that the bruises were getting darker and there was more of them, her wrist were bandaged up, but I could still make out some marks on them. She didn't talk with those brown haired girl or black hair guy again. They seemed to forget her, everyone seemed to forget about it. She was losing her grip on the world. I could see it, I could feel it.
But I never told her to hold on. I just continued to hang out with my friends and watch her from a far, hoping that she would pick up on her own.
Her feelings she hides
Her dreams she can't find
She's losing her mind
She's falling behind
She can't find her place
She's losing her faith
She's falling from grace
She's all over the place yeah
One night, it was early February, I was walking home from my friend's house (my brother was still mad at me for interrupting his 'date' and refused to pick me up). He lived on the other side of the school so to get home I had to walk past her house. I had to rub my gloved hands together to help them stay warm. There was till snow on the ground from the snow storm we had a week ago. I pulled my leather jacket closer to me as I got closer to passing her house. It always gave me the chills just look at it. As I started to pass it my eyes wondered to it. I looked over the piece of property and noticed something. The front door was open, not enough to see the inside, but enough to tell that there was no lights on the lower floor on. I stopped walking and looked at the house again. Then I noticed it, her, in the snow. In the middle of the snow there was a figure, but you could barely see it because her body was cast half in shadow. I looked both ways and behind me before I crossed the street. There was no car in the drive way like there was some times. I closer to the front door and there was many foot prints in the snow, on leading to the drive way, then hers. It looked like she was half dragged to the spot were she laid now. I could see blood spots on the snow that trailed to her body.
I walked over there to see if she was okay. Her face was in the snow. So I turned her over. I was met with her eyes, still stone cold. Her face was pale and terribly bruised. Her lips were a light blue, she must have been out here for awhile. I studied her face once more, before putting her back down the way I found her. Then I stood up, crossed the street, and was on my way home.
But her eyes still haunted me, and even to this day I walk up seeing them. I could helped her, but I didn't. Its all my fault isn't it?
She wants to go home
But nobody's home
That's where she lies
Broken inside
With no place to go
No place to go
To dry her eyes
That's where she lies
Broken inside
The next few days at school everyone was talking nonstop about her. About how she was beaten to the brink of death and her father threw her in the snow, where she died. I found out her name was Kagome Higurashi. Her mother and brother live in Northern Japan, I don't know where and I really don't care. They didn't come to the funeral, not many people did. I was one of the few people that went. The black haired boy and brown haired girl were there. She was crying and he had is arm wrapped around her. The people that were there new they were the closest thing to friends Kagome had. Everyone felt they knew her because they knew her name and about her home life.
But they don't know anything about her. I know who she really was. She was a girl who just wanted to go home, but the doors where locked and nobody was home...
She's lost inside lost inside
She's lost inside lost inside
[a/n: So what do you think? Good or bad? It was a one shot so the if you people really liked it I will add one more chapter and it will be from Kagome's point of view. So just review and let me know. As you can tell I was a little depressed and then I decided to write and Ta Da! You got his lol! Read and review!]
Tenshi