Chapter 6

Slowly,Kagome's eyes flutterd open.She winced in pain as it returned to her with conciousness and her head swam from the blood loss.She was swimming in her own bloody pool,and was still weak.

Looking over to her side she saw that Sota wasn't there.It was clear by the foot prints that he had gone to his room upstairs and locked the door and was now slitting his wrists,trying to let the pain and disgust of being in that man's blood line,seep out through his cuts.

Kagome sighed. This was why she tried to wake up before him. If she did,she would take him to her room,bandage him up,and eliminate all sharp,or ponentially sharp objects ( such as mirrors which can be broken into sharp glass ) from his room and his reach.And then she would continue on to tending to herself and washing her grimy,bloody,bed sheets.

"Sota",she called,rapping slightly on the door with the back of her knuckles,after makeing sure her father. No., the man previously married to her stupid mother.Her stupid,desprate,slutty mother whom she hated! She hated her for marring this man,amd for haveing children for him and for leaving and dieing and for doing everything she did that had led to this horrid life she was left to live!

'Oh sure', Kagome snarled,' set me up with all this and then go and leave,go and get yourself killed! Damn you!'

Kagome took in a deep breath,doubling over in pain from her lungs,probably a broken rib or two,before useing the door knob to steady herself and haul herself up.

Oh well', she shrugged it off, ' It's not like i'm not used to it'

But anyways,after makeing sure her father had passed out somewhere around his bedroom floor.

"Sota",she called again,"Sota you better unlock this door."

Slowly,she heard a soft click from inside,followed by a small,thin,frame of a boy pulling it open.He stared at her,her relived smile,and caught her stares at his seemingy un-damaged wrists.

"Y-yea sis",he moved his head into something like a weak nod," No... cuts..." before his malnutritiouned body fell forward into her waiting arms. She had seen the distant look in his eyes before he blacked out.

Kagome caefully slid her acheing body into the warmth of the water in the bathtub,numbing the pain. She hissed at the small pain she still felt.But she smiled,one of her rare,never seen smiles.If you looked back through every record in the world,past the age of 5,she had never smiled.When she was 5,that was when her mother died and her father started takeing out the pain he felt on her.He missed her mom so much that he would go out and get drunk,and then be drunk and in pain and thus inflinct pain upon Kagome.Only,the external kind. That was the way it was.

But,belive it or not,here she was. A slight smile flickering across her pale face,licking at the corners of a large black eye.

She sighed again as her smile fell,leaving only her somber expression in it's place.The face of no emotion.But if you did something that nobody had ever done.If you looked into her eyes,you could see the pain and sadness.But nobody ever looked into her eyes,and they were always pointed down.

Kagome carefully lifted herself and her sore body from the water,and drug herself over to her bed where she flopped down.She glanced over at her dresser.The small one,with the two missing drawers.They wern't really missing.She knew where they went.The first time she had back talked her dad when she was 7, after 2 years of deep abuse,he had decided to punish her,as well as beat the crap outta her.And so he had taken two of the three drawers from her dresser,makeing her shove all her clothes into that first drawer.After 8 years,she had gotten used to it.

She gazed longingly at where har small ammount of clothes lay,but she couldn't bring herself to get up and go over to it.She just fell asleep on her bed.

BREEP

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BREEP

Smack

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SLam?

Finally! On the third try,she finally hit the alarm clock smashed to smitherenes!Probably her happiest moment of the day. And then one of her least faveorites.Pulling her half naked body,clad only in a towel, free from the bedsheet's hold and over to get dressed.But she did.For once,she wore a blue,long sleve sweat shirt,mainly to hide the bruises and scrapes. And a pair of long bluejeans. The marks on her face she concealed in a little bit of base and powder.

Yes,the only thing her mother left behind was a large ammount of make-up in her bottem drawer beneath the sink in her bathroom. Kagome had raided it of all base and occasionally lip-wear for when she split her lips. The rest she hardly ever wore.After all, if a person was pretty,make-up would only make them more pretty,but if they were ugly they would only be ugly still.She was the last one she thought.However,she had the potential to be beaytiful,but how was she to know that when her whole life had been full of scorn,hatred and merciless insults and beatings,which fell under the catagory of scorn and hatred.

And with that,she roughly brushed her hair and pulled it down in front of her face.Then she pulled the hood of her black hoodie over her head and with it bowed,walked alone to school,Sota locked safely in her room,whilst she herself held the key.

Kagome looked up,not moveing her head,only her eyes,occasianally,but otherwise keeping her view cast downward.Somehow finding the cement sidewalk very,very interesting. It was one of those things that reminded her of herself.

The cement.While at one time pure,pretty and white ( no racial comment there! ), was now dingy,dull,gray,and hated.Full of indentations and filth coverd from being walked over constantly.And yet,nobody cared.Nobody gave a damn about an ugly piece on concrete that was the sidewalk.Just like her. She was the only one who cared about herself, except for Sota, and she was the only one that cared for this sidewalk as she used her foot to slide a chiped piece of concrete into it's right crack,filling a hole.But she knew that nobody would bother to do that for her. Nobody could take their foot and nudge the chips of her heart back into their holes to fill them up. Ha, as if anybody would want to.

She sighed as her silent tears dotted the abused pavement.

And nobody botherd to see,except for the oh s familiar pair of eyes that were shining down upon her. Unnoticed,but watching like always.

Okay ppl! Know who the eyes are yet? If you don't,YOUR STUPID! lol not really! not really! I havent gone into detail about the eyes. If I did you could get it,but it's supposed to be mysterious. Mystery is fun! For me...