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Chapter 7: Story of a Teen
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She looked around seeing nothing but maybe another person who looked like someone from her time too. This girl looked more beaten up than she had ever seen. The girl was crying. She wore a weird red shirt and a brown skirt that reached her knees. Along with that, she had on black boots that reached her knees.
"Are you okay?" Kagome tried to ask her. The girl looked up and stared at her.
"Are you too, suffering under the wrath of the Kuro Miko?" the girl asked Kagome.
"Maybe," she replied, not so sure of the question. "Why, do you know them?"
"Know them?" she laughed. "The guy who killed her is my father." Kagome stared at her, eyes wide and shocked at the information.
"Uh, well, I- uh…" She was lost for words.
"Comes as a shocker, doesn't it? She's working for my father, yet I'm in here. I would figure instead of going through this, he would just take me, but nooo, he had to maneuver around the system. The stupid, stupid system," she glared, shaking her head. The girl let her head droop, looking back at the floor.
"Do you mind me asking?" Kagome started. "If I ask why you are possibly here?"
"Frankly, I don't know. Heck, I don't even know where I am." The girl laughed a weak giggle and stretched it into a sighed. "Ai, Hebi Ama. How problematical you have become. Not that you were already were." She slowly closed her eyes, keeping them shut.
"How long have you been here?" Kagome asked.
"Dunno," the girl answered, her eyes ajar. "I'm assuming about a possible four to five months? I lost count. That darn Miko has me locked up."
"You've been here for almost five months!" Kagome nearly shouted.
"Eh, it wouldn't be the first time I went through severe torture in such a long period." She rolled her eyes and blinked slowly, as if trying to stay awake.
Kagome just stared at her. The poor girl was bloody, haggard and gaunt.
"So, um..." She was lost for words.
"You want to know where I'm from, don't you?" she answered for her.
"Sure, I guess."
"Well, it all began when my father's long time friend asked him to invest in a company he said would make them both of them very rich. My father agreed to the idea. But he asked how he knew this. So he told him he had a vision of the future. Now that's not a big deal, but then it was. My father took no care to that. So it was decided. They would meet that day so they can plan the whole thing out. So my dad's friend waited, and waited, and waited for the longest time. My father never showed, so he left.
"He went back everyday for a month, but my father never showed, so he started without him. My father was angry and wanted to get back at him the worst way possible. So he released a story in a local newspaper telling everyone that his friend was psychic. No one would accept his offer on his plan. He left town, and a week after, they found the skeleton of his car with him in it. The car went of the road and crashed. The car burst into flames and he didn't make it out alive. My father enjoyed what happened and wanted to do it again. He met my mother a year later, and they got married. I had an older brother, Toyo, and he was my only friend. My father only wanted a son, so he ignored me. One day when I was six, I fell on the concrete because he tripped me, my mother didn't see. Because I would see her. He didn't want me to see her. He had fun watching me cry as my knee was bleeding. Slowly he turned me into a slave, punishing me if I did something wrong, got something other than a hundred percent on my homework, or even talked to any of the other kids at school. When I was eight, he sprayed ammonia in my eyes because one of the kids at school wanted to know the homework. Because of that, I became partly blind. I can't see detail, and I can't read, so I'm surprised I even made itso far in school.
"Anyway, when I was nine, a new girl came up to me and introduced herself. Her name was Sarah Monte. She had transferred to Japan from America because her father had a business deal there. She became my first and best friend. My father found out, but didn't do anything, surprisingly. A year later, she told me that she had telekinetic and telepathic powers. She figured she could tell me. I never told anyone.
"One day, in seventh grade, as we left school, we were greeted by a swarm of paparazzi. They were asking her about her powers. She didn't know what they were talking about. One of the reporters gave her a newspaper article with her face on it saying she was telekinetic. She ran to the car that went to pick her up. And the last thing she said to me before she got in the car was 'I thought I could trust you! Thanks and burn in hell!' It was the first and last time I would hear her talk like that.
"She hadn't been in school for a week. Then over the intercom later in the week, they announced to the school that she had killed herself earlier that week. At that point, I knew that my father was the one that released that story.
"I became isolated again and the school thought I needed therapy. So they sent me to the school councilor, Ms. Honda. She helped me a lot. I later found out by myself that she was a Metamorphmagus, or a person who is able to change their appearance by will. I never told her or anyone. But later, after a year, she was arrested for one reason or another. But when I was walking home that day, I saw a newspaper article that was headed 'Local teacher, shape-shifter'. I knew my dad wrote it. He hadn't been home for the longest time. He wasn't home very often when Sarah was my friend either. She was charged for robbery and murder, and was found guilty. She was later found guilty for several other murders, and was given the death penalty. Just recently, they found the real person behind it. After that, everyone believed that I was cursed, so they always avoided me. Later on I discovered something I didn't want to know: my own brother was able to speak to the dead. Not with any type of preparation at all. Just conversed with them, like I am to you right now. My dad found out and did the same like he did to everyone else. That didn't do as much movement to the town like the rest of the stories, but it did turn heads on the streets. Finally, one night, as my brother was walking home, a gang came out and shot him. Witnesses said before they shot him, they yelled out, 'Now you can talk to your little friends all you want, freak!' A little after that happened, my mother came down with some kind of flu. Her temperature ran high, and she had to go to the hospital. She was worsening everyday, but I was still never able to see her. A few hours be fore she died she asked to see me. My father really didn't want me to see her, but he loved my mother a lot and it was in her last request to see me, so he allowed it. The first and final thing she ever told me was that she loved me and that she would see me in heaven. She was glad I couldn't really see her because she didn't want me to see her that way. But I could. I could hear it in her voice. She wasn't going to be there very long. My father pushed me out and had his final moments with her. In her final words, she made him promise not to kill me. Since he loved her and was willing to do almost anything for her, he agreed. As he left the room, he pushed me away, not able to look at me. We moved to America because it was my mother's dream to move here. Of course while he was in first class, I was in coach. He couldn't look at me.
"I was transferred into a school in Pennsylvania. I had a feeling that it would be the same way it was in Japan, but in one surprising turn of events, it turned out better than I expected. I made three friends, but I thought that it would be ruined. One of them was a hanyou. I found out at the mall, when the Miko had come. The hanyou had told his friends to take be to a seperate part of the mall. What they didn't know was that I got a second look. He had transformed into something I was hoping to never see again. I got mad at him and his group couldn't understand why. After I explained everything, they made sure that he wouldn't hurt me. Not my friend, my dad. Well, I got myself into trouble and the Miko took me. I found myself in here and I was forced to hear the sound of people's pain for the entire time. But suddenly, the sound subsided now that you came. Thanks."
Kagome was shocked. The poor girl had gone through all of that and was still alive. If it was anyone else, she was sure that they would have killed themselves by then.
"Who are you?" she asked. She had been talking to this girl for a long time and hadn't even gotten her name.
"I'm Ruri Ama."
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