A/n: Wow……I'm on a roll! Two chapters within the same week! Yey for me! Bring out the beer! Wait……what do you mean I'm too young to have any? Aww…Screw you! I got inspiration for this chapter while I was helping my friend, Katy with her story. She is a frickin genius! She also has stories posted on this site but they are mostly Resident Evil ones. If you love RE then go check out her stories! Her pen name is Spider-bear. Anyways I wanted to make it up to all my loyal reviewers that had to wait so long for that last chapter so I wrote this one! I really hope you enjoy! It's in Kagome's POV and the flame rule still exists. If you have problems with this chapter you are welcome to send me a flame. But remember kids…..My ass is still freezing so if anyone sends me a flame it would only help me! Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Plan for world domination……1.) Buy a third world country and move all the anime otakus there. 2.) Set up a system of government solely based on anime. 3.) When country has flourished, buy the copyrights of Inuyasha and use its power to take over the world…but until my plan comes into effect sadly I do not own Inuyasha……….
Chapter 6: Her Cry
The rain. I watch the rain pound against the glass. As my fingertips brush against it, the cold soaks through my fingers into my heart. I no longer feel warm. Instead, I feel more like the corpse of the woman I used to be, about to lose everything that ever mattered in her life. The chair that I sit upon, with its cozy cushions and beautiful patterns, feels like nothing more than the rough surface of a hard wooden chair. This room where I now reside is anything but a happy place.
As I stare around at the strangers that continue to haunt this room, families of others, friends, or maybe just fellow workers, I see continuing sadness, pain, and remorse. I see children crying, pressing their faces against their mother's coat, crying for the father that they lost in a hit and run accident. I see an old woman, desperately waiting for the fearful news about her mate, who is sick and dying from cancer. I see their tears and know of their sorrow. Their sorrow is just like mine.
Each of us in our hearts holds this bond that someone close to us is either in pain, dying, or already may be dead. That is why we are here, desperately wanting to hear the news, that final verdict, that could change our lives forever, yet fearing it at the same time. I see the men in the white coats rush in and out of those double doors. Those men that call themselves doctors. They are nothing more then messengers of death who take pride in sharing the news of their failures, unable to save the life of another.
Until now I have tried to be strong, not to let any tears fall. I see people approaching me, a middle aged woman, a young boy of about eight, and an old man. The woman reaches out to me and lightly touches my arm. I look over at them with dull eyes, wishing that they would just go away. The boy grasps my hand in his own and speaks words that blow across my ears. I flinch away from him, just wanting to be left alone in my misery, in my pain.
I curl myself into a tight ball pressing my face against that cold glass. The rain, my heart…. We are both so very cold. I can no longer feel the pain, my heart has become numb. Someone again touches me, placing their hand on the top of my head. I look over to see the old man loaming over me. His kind and gentle face reminds me of someone I once knew, but my memory is lost. This time it is him who tires to speak, to get words to flow into my ears, to have me hear again. He speaks my name, but the rest is nothing but a blur. Then slowly they move away-the old man, the boy, and the woman inch away from my sight.
This plain room is getting to me. I am nothing different then the rest of the people who stay here. I await the emotionless words of the men in white coats-for they deserve no other name- I await for the words that will wither crush my heart or make me feel again……I am so sick of feeling numb.
I sit here in my little world that is slowly crashing down. My heart cannot even being to remember happier times. I no longer sleep. I no longer eat. I cannot even recognize friend from foe. All I think about is him. That boy……it feels like an eternity since I last laid eyes on him, and even longer since we even have spoken a word to each other. I have lain in this chair ever since my little bird was locked in his cage. The memories of that night tear through my mind. Blood mixing with blood, tears leading to more tears, and rain. Rain…….the sorrow of heaven.
A sound brings me swiftly back to reality. A man in a white coat enters. The strangers become tense….wondering if it is news of their loved one that brings him here. The man's eyes dart around the room until they fall upon my dark ones. I look away as he starts walking up to me, wanting to stay here in my world of lies rather than face the truth he is about to share. For a fourth time I feel the pressure of a hand touching me, forcing me to look up at him. He smiles at me. A smile that would be seen in someone else's eyes as reassuring and comforting, but in my eyes that smile is only a mask of deceit and lies. I find to my horror that my ears have begun to work again as his voice registers in my brain. He speaks to me as if I am a little girl that has lost her way home. But I know he is nothing more than a ravenous wolf, only wanting to receive the meal that is handed to him instead of chasing after the rabbit. His cold harsh words send tears to course down my face as I fall to the floor unable to contain my composure any longer. I let out a cry for all to hear as my heart shatters within me.