Sick Obsession

A lot of girls have simple crushes when they are younger. They say, he's dreamy, were destined to marry and way head over heels. Her friends and family thought of it as a simple crush nothing less and nothing more. Something that would blow over in time, right? Wrong. When her friend discovers her shrine she realizes she's out of control and this isn't some crush anymore-It's a sick obsession

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I don't not own Inuyasha or any of the characters….

Summer had never been finer. Beautiful flowers fully bloomed, kids playing at the park full of laughter in shorts and t-shirts free from everything. Summer was sweet break for us she couldn't have cared much about summer it's self. She never really cared for anything. She loved shopping and loved going to trip and vacations every summer but sadly her tripped was canceled, her mother couldn't afford to bounce back and forth plus she had threw her back out from falling down the apartment stairs. Kikyo didn't have a heart or cared that her mother threw her back out-she didn't give a damn, she could have cared less. She shrugged her shoulders and complained that she wasn't able to make it to Florida since her mother had injured herself a couple days before planning.

Florida began an eventful trip her mother made so Kikyo was able to get her mind of the her parents splitting. Her father was bad enough as it was, he became worse when he was medicated with anti-depressants and that caused him to be unbalanced and caused major issues with her mother as well as her. Her mother had promised her they'd go to Florida later on in the summer, because she needed more time and money for them to be able to and then the accident happened. Kikyo's mother was in the hospital for quite some time. She was aching, and in amounts of pain. Kikyo didn't bother to talk to her or visit her, it was almost like felt betrayed because her mother made her a promise, and the incident intervened with her. I visited her mother instead after school and on weekends, but Kikyo never showed her face but once. She shouted at her mother in anger and stormed out of the room before her mother could say anything. Her mother called her, but she hung up the phone every time. All her mother did was care about her, but all she heard was the dial tone in her ear, and never saw her daughter's face in the hospital ever.

"Kikyo is your mother alright now? I mean she's out of the hospital right?" Kikyo laid against the picnic bench with the white daisy in her hand, pulling every single peddle off, feeling satisfied she was picking apart something. I just leaned against the oak tree looked at her look up the sky with her harsh, violet black eyes dressed in her plaid skirt and her bright yellow top with her cross necklace. She gotten to the last peddle until she heard me utter those words scrunching up the flower until, the milk from it was on her fingers.

" You never ask me if I'm alright? It's always my damn mother isn't it? Kagome she's fine so I don't know why you bother…" She pulled herself snapping at me, with the anger lingering in her eyes. The flower was already wilting fast, laying injured between and hidden in the blades of grass. She had an attitude problem, but never was it shot towards me though. We'd always have our fun and our laughs even if we seemed so different from each other. She would laugh or snicker when she heard people on the news hurt in so many ways nobody could imagine, or she'd grab the remote and take over saying why would I watch such crap? She couldn't care less about anybody's else life accept hers. She cares for me entirely, but sometimes I ask myself why am I even friends with a girl who treats people so horrible, and a girl who hates her mother because she got injured and that ruined things? If anything she should be mad, hating herself for flipping out of her mother but she never seemed to have regrets and never once have I've seen her cry about things.

I think I'm starting to believe it's possible she doesn't have a heart.. if she does than it's buried somewhere…

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She just grabbed another daisy squeezing the stem in her fist, glaring at it until she ruined something beautiful completely which she always seemed to find herself doing. She didn't bother to rip the peddles off like she usually did, she just threw it acting it was like me. She threw it along with the other dead daisy that was laying between the blades of grass. " I just asked if your mother was fine Kikyo. She's been in the hospital for a couple of weeks now, so I wanted to see if it was serious or not that's all. After all it's not her fault that she hurt herself." I just sighed ready to regret even explaining myself to her. I cringed at the thought of another bitchy comment flying out of her mouth. What I said was like her cue to bitch back and leave it at that.

She didn't occupy herself with daisies anymore, it seemed she wasn't satisfied enough. Her hard violet eyes stared angrily at the beautiful blue sky, cringing when she heard children's laughter and squeals of happiness she hated everyone was happy and she wasn't. She acts like she's the major victim, the only victim fact is she's isn't. Compared to others she's got it easy and that something she'll never realize. " Feh, it wasn't her fault!? Think again. She's a liar. She promised me we'd go but instead she breaks her promise with a fall. It's her fault she fell, if she paid attention to those apartment stairs maybe this wouldn't have happened. Now all she does is sit in bed and nags me to get her things. It's becoming a real bitch I'm sick of it."

Her ebony hair blew graciously in the wind, moving her head away from view and back towards the sky. I was biting my lip, I wish I could say, ' You don't realize what's your doing to her. Your more concerned about yourself then her.. or ' You don't understand what really happened to her do you? Do you even care Kikyo? Or is everything else in your life more important than your own flesh and blood? How could family be less important? Family is there for you, cares for you, and will try there hardest to make you happy. She just shoves her mother off like she was nothing, ever since the accident she's complaining about helping her. She doesn't even realize what a simple fall could have done!? It could have killed her or paralyzed her.. and she probably could care less.

I shook my head. It was my place to listen now as much as I wanted to add in my view, my say it wasn't worth my breath. I just nodded simply being her friend while the kids flew across the jungle gym laughing and chasing each other, while they're parents stood to the side happily enjoying their peaceful moment. I just watched one child dressed in stripes and tiny overalls run to his mother and hug her legs, too short to even hug her around the waist. She just beamed wiping the dirt from his cheeks with a tissue, watching him cringe at the wetness and toughness against his cheek.

" Sorry babe. This has to come off. Dirty again?" She raised her voice shaking her head but yet laughing. Her boy just stood there with wavy dirty blonde hair curving a huge smile and an innocent troublesome giggle. He just began to run away with laughter watching her get up for a moment or so while he ran behind the beam laughing knowing she had to clean his clothes, again.

They were meant to love their parents, every child did so where did Kikyo go wrong? I don't know. Maybe her parents splitting? Maybe so. I'll ever figure you out Kikyo. Where did you go wrong?

Silence was upon us. Neither Kikyo or I talked or said another word for awhile. I was pondering in my thoughts while she was searching for something she could torture and hurt when her mother wasn't in sight. Daisies weren't enough, maybe just bashing her mother was enough to keep her happy in her own mind. She turned to the side looking at me, which seemed more with a glare, a bitter hate towards anything.

" So Kikyo who's going to look after your mother at home if your not?"

She bit down at her bottom lip to the point she could draw blood at any moment. She just slid her necklace over to her left side, and back over again. " My mother put in ad for room for rent. She's hoping someone will rent that room and look after her as well. Like anyone has the time to look after her. I have no choice, I have to let some stranger waltz in and basically live with us. How awkward will that be? My mom will want me to be respectful and kind…to what a stranger?! Who probably barely has any money…"

She never liked other people, but she knew a lot of people went through ads looking for things that caught their eye or would help them and she knew sooner or later a stranger would be living with them, whether she wanted to believe it or not it would happen soon.

" Well Kikyo, it may not be that bad. It might be someone else than you imagine."

She just snickered, laughing at my comment the way I tried to make her look on the bright side of things, she absolutely hated it. She laughed at me for a moment or so as though I was a liar, trying to bring her hopes up and make them come crashing down.

She believed it would be someone completely annoying, or stupid she'd have to put up with and be nice to. She couldn't see that maybe it could be someone nice or great, but no she always believes everything will turn out worse, and stubbornly nothing can change her mind either.

" Ha, Kagome your pretty cute you know that?" She gave the last chuckle bringing herself from the panic bench and grabbing my cheek with a fake smile, with hasty glaring eyes truly calling me a ' sweet liar'.

My cheeks burned with pain from her fingers grasping it hard and roughly, while I she just stepped back to take a look at me. Her ice cold hands gently caressed my bright red cheeks, with her black eyes narrowing at me, with a little chuckle that jumped from her lips. She loved how I tried to make things seem so better, make it seem like there was a brighter side of things. There is, and Kikyo rather believe lies than me or anything else.

Sometimes, I just waste my breath with her. No matter what I say, will never make a difference with her…never….

" Pretty cute?" I questioned her raising my eyebrow while her standing so bitterly in front of me with her hands fidgeting with her long chain, hooked to her multi colored array type of skirt. Her black water of hair just shined in the light, shimmering and blowing with the wind. We looked exactly alike; sometimes I hated it. It was like staring into my reflection and being confused, mistaken as the angry, depressed girl she is. The only difference is her style of clothing and her attitude nothing more. Sometimes I wonder.. how could anyone mistake me for her?

She just flashed a fake smile, dully looking back at the happy, joyful children who were screaming with laughter and excitement, while her lips curved at the sight of them. She hated little kids. The fact they had a wonderful beautiful childhood and memories to look back on, when she was robbed of her childhood. Her father's problems didn't help, she missed out on everything. She always frowns on them jealous, hating them for something she doesn't have; Happiness.

" Kagome.. you are pretty cute..I mean how you try to make me smile and make me see as though there's a bright side in everything. How you try to tell me there is better things in life than this. I appreciate Kagome.. I really do. That's what makes you cute. Your attempts to make me happy."

She gave a smile in thanks staring at her watch in disappoint when her cell phone rang, refusing to answer it, looking that her mother called at least a dozen times. "That's what makes us so different from each other. Wow she's called me fucking a million times. That's right.. I still have to look after her until she gets some stupid loser to help her out, which will be living with us. Well I should be going after all I should be sweet just like you and help out all the time. Well Kagome have fun being cheerful and happy…I'll call you later about what the hell is going on…"

She just threw herself off the bench in alarm, whipping her cell phone down when she saw her last name displayed on the phone. She waved behind her head and trailed down the pathway towards the street, and disappeared. I just stood there watching her just walk away…

She didn't have to leave. She just left because she feels I'm too perfect, too happy, something she hates. Her little cute speech was nothing but to make fun of me in her own special way..

" Go figure Kagome, it's Kikyo. She hates everyone that's happy and she envies me because how happy and perfect I am.. Nobody is perfect I don't know why she believes that. I'm far from perfect, and nobody can be. Kikyo you hate your mom just because she hurt herself and you never got to go on your trip? How shallow can you be? You didn't even dare step foot in that hospital to love her and support her through it. Now your worried about some stranger living there and yet helping her out? She shouldn't need to hire someone to help her.. you should. You're her daughter.. you're suppose to care for her, and love her. You don't give her the time of day to. Kikyo…where the hell did you go wrong?

Author's Notes: Well I decided to make this fic based on something I read not too long ago. It sparked the inspiration to write this story. Why did I pick Kagome and Kikyo you ask? I thought it was an odd combo. I mean the mean, depressed girl and the happy, cheerful one, friends? I thought it would be much more exciting to add those two together in like that when they are so different from each other. You'll understand further on in the story also why I picked them. Hopefully you like it, and hopefully I'll feel the need to write more and more of this. Please R&R