WOTW- Well I've had lots of guesses that the forth voice was the and I quote one of my reviews "Hojo that relentless bastard". I have also had one guess of Naraku. Well I guess it's time to find out then!

Disclaimer- ::grabs dumb people up by their throats and throws them out the window:: Ah yes anger management at work. I feel much better! Oh however in this chapter I use the song Breaking the Habit which belongs to Linkin Park.

The first voice was that of Koga. (I told you the truth would shock and amaze you!)

"Koga and Kikyo", Kagura said. "So you two also wish for the downfall of this couple?"

"I've been in love with Kagome since I first lay eyes on her and that bastard who calls himself my friend will NOT take her from me", Koga hissed through clenched teeth.

"It's not as if I approve of my brother falling for some human girl", Seshomaru said.

"Hey I'm a human", Kikyo said.

Seshomaru ignored her.

"I think if we join forces we can beat them faster", Kagura suggested.

"It's some dopey high school kids. We can have Kagome kidnapped by tonight if we want", Hojo limped out of a dented car with all the paint washed off.

Soon the beach the sun was setting and everyone was going home. Kagome lay her head on InuYasha's shoulder and gazed at the sun. InuYasha's gaze kept wandering to her ankles.

"I cut myself because it was my way out", Kagome said catching him staring out of the corner of her eye. "It's okay to ask. It's not a big deal or anything."

"Well you cut yourself I mean took something sharp and you hurt yourself. That's kind of a big deal."

"It was a long time ago."

"When was the last time?"

Kagome turned her eyes to InuYasha. "Hm?"

"You said I could ask you anything so answer the question?"

Kagome looked deep in thought. "Around Christmas when me and my mom got in a huge fight. Well we were having an off day and just I dunno I lost it and cut myself. Hey you know what I'm feeling kind of cool. You mind if we go home?"

InuYasha stood up helping Kagome to her feet. The decided to walk home rather than fly for once.

For Kagome the truth was she couldn't stand the memories coming back to her.

Before either knew it Kagome and InuYasha were saying good night and then Kagome had her guitar up in her window writing again.

Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again

I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
â€Ëœcause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again

I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
â€Ëœcause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight

I'll paint it on the walls
â€Ëœcause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight

Kagome set her guitar down rubbing her fingers that were sore from holding the frets. (Trust me it can hurt to hold those guitar strings down.) She took inspiration from herself and went to her bedroom door locking it. She opened her side table drawer and pulled out some notebooks and then a black cloth cloaking a piece of glass.

She sat back on her window ledge and looked at the scars on her ankle. They were all only about a centimeter long and were in the form of a circle with a cut in the middle. It was like that on both ankles. She took the piece of glass and dug it into her skin where the scars were. Within minutes all the old wounds were reopened and blood was slipping down her legs. Not a lot of blood... just enough to provoke tears.

She sat in the window and dropped the glass below her. It shattered into shards all over the cement below. A few drops of blood hit her carpet along with a hoard of tears.

In the shadows a group of people smelled her tears and placed them selves to strike.

At a house down the street a certain hanyou listened to her sing, watched her cut herself, and smelt her blood and tears and... He jumped out of his window and took off in a run.

WOTW- Okay this was a pretty depressing chapter. But I liked it. Well another cliffy. Now I know I'm dwelling a bit on the cutter thing but it adds a lot of drama. And... well never mind. It's not important why writing this is important to me. All that matters is y'all like it. Review like you always do! (Any anyone who has the desire to learn why this story means something to me can email me at )