Chapter 7
Kagome leaned against the row of lockers.About two feet away was the door to homeroom,and about two minuets ago the bell had rang. She knew if she went in now everybodys eyes would be glued to her like flys on honey,and that was never a good thing. She didn't need their eyes on her,makeing sneed,rude comments right in front of her.They didn't care if she heard.And it wasn't like the teachers helped any.Sometimes,depending on the teacher, they made comment that were just as rude.
Kagome shudderd as a memory of her first day of sixth grade came into mind.
Flashback
A now 12 year old Kagome walked solemly into first hour. It was her first day of her first year in middle school.Her first day of classes,scheduals,and memorization to be done. And she wasn't at all looking forward to it.She didn't need these people mocking her.
Slowly,she enterd just in time for the bell to ring.Knowing she needed to be in her seat soon,like,already, she despratly looked around for the little cards that had her name and where to sit. But she didn't see them.
"Miss. Higurashi",The teacher said annoyed,"I would like to start the lesson,find your seat."
"I'd like to,but I can't find my name tag",she replied as politly as possiable.She had a thing against being rude to teachers.Well,at least at this age she did,even if now she didn't give a damn.
The class instantly burst into roaring laughter.
"What's so funny?",she asked despratly trying to keep the blush from her cheeks.
"What's so funny",a boy in the front row mocked,"This is middle school,you check the chart outside... baby!."
Tears started to fall at the silver haired boy's ( Inuyasha's ) words.She hated this,running she let the tears fly behind her as she fled outside.
"Look at the widdle baby!",a black haired girl who sat next to Inuyasha exclaimed,"She's crying!."
Everyone began to laugh again at the poor girls expense as the teacher called after her," This counts as skipping!."
But somehow,for some reason,Inuyasha felt a slight pang of regret as he watched her run off in tears. Just something about seeing her cry,the fact that he made her cry,he hadn't ment to.But he had a reputation and he figured thjat that would help maintain it.And he was right. But it didn't make him feel good. But O well. His rep was safe and that was all that matterd. Right?
Meenwhile,Kagome was sitting on the floor,leaning up against the door to the stall faceing the toilet in the girl's bathroom.She was whimpering as her tears poured,trying to contain them,but to no avail.They just poured out.
End Flashback
Kagome sighed lightly as she rememberd that day.The day she had met Inuyasha,and Kikyo,the girl who sat next to him.The day school began to be hell too.The first day of the end.The day she learned how things would be for the rest of her life.The day she gave up hope.
She sniffled lightly as she fought back more tears. Why had this all happened to her? Why? She shook her head to clear the tears,clentching her eyes closed,and running off.She wouldn't go to class today.It's not like it would count as skipping. It would count as her being absent,as if she cared.
But little did she know,that her sniffles had been detected,and just as she had closed her eyes,shook her head,and ran off, someone had seen her.Someone had noticed hr crying outside of the classroom by the upstairs lockers.However,if you told her this,she wouldn't have belived that that person followed her outside,watching her,with intense gazes.
But here she was,being watched,as she sobbed against the old tree outside on the football feild. And she was heard mumbling," Why? I don't want this? Why don't I just..., e-end... end it all",through choked sobs.Suicide had never been her first choice,but it was sounding pretty good about now.
"No",she decided,"I won't,I-I... I... can't. I have to stay for Sota"
And with that,decided to use her alternitive solution.Sure,she had told sota not to,she kept him from it,she knew it wasn't good. But yet,she pulled out a pocketknife from her jacket pocket.Carefully,she raised the blade to her wrist.
She knew she couldn't,but then,what would it hurt? She didn't want Sota doing it because she refused to let him admitt defeat,give up on all hopes and dreams. But she had done that a long time ago.They had all dissapered with her smile. Now her frown and her pocket knife were here to stay.
And so she pulled down,applying pressure to the blade,slitting her wrist eaisly where her father had already slit her. It wasn't yet scabbed, but wasn't still bleeding.It was just tender and raw. Perfect. She winced at the pain,but relaxed as she felt the warm blood ooze down her lower arm,to the surprise of the eyes.The eyes watching her every desprate move. Watching and observing as she cut her wrist until it was enveloped in warm,sticky,blood. And then moved onto the next makeing more jagged cuts as she wasn't good with her left hand and her wrist was weak. And they watched she passed out from blood loss,before makeing his move.