Suicide Symphony

by

DES

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, plain and simple.

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Echoes in a Distant Lullaby

When I made it to my bed, I was torn and internally beaten to a unrecognizable pulp. The last strand of patience was broke, and all I wanted was to lay in eternity in my soft down bed.

The sheets felt silky smooth against my aggravated skin, blushing a rosy red from scrubbing wildly till it was raw and my arm ached from the continuous movement.

Turning my head from its snuggled state in my cozy pillow, I rounded it to the direction of the window, blankly stared at the peaking sun surfacing from the cluttered and disfigured horizon.

School would start soon, not that I was in any state of mind for attending. I didn't need any fake accuses, no own here cared if I staid or left. My mom would fuss a muck, but she wasn't here, and never really was most of the time. She had better things to do than watch the grass grow while we hauled our asses on with life. We knew how to take care of our selves, so she had no need to stay every waking hour to keep a eye on us.

The sun had risen more, making me savagely tear my eyes from the blaring light that burned images into my sockets.

I heard the birds begin to chirp, quietly singing a sweet melody that calmed the heart and swayed the soul.

My gaze traveled to the old maple side table next to me. Upon it sat small insignificant things… but the object that caught a lump in my throat and made my eyes wallow and prickle with unshed tears, was the small framed picture the blurred mildly from the glare of the sun.

It was Inuyasha.

A concrete look was plastered on his face; blank, as though deep in thought, staring at a foreign object that was out of view. He had his hands behind his head to hold himself up, his legs lazily crossed over my old floral couch that had worn over the years. It was dark, the light from another room reflecting off him to pronounce his features more, making his powder hair glimmer with a soft silver shine. His eyes were glimmering brightly, though the light absence from the room.

A bright warm brown sugar gold, It was the most eye catching thing in the whole picture. Even when you turned off the lights you could still make them out. It was kind of creepy, alien, like if someone looked at it the would think of it inhumanly possible... but then again... he wasn't really human.

I took the picture. I stole the camera from Kikyo's room, sneaking up on him though he probably knew I was there. His reaction was a postcard moment. He snapped up, blindly tripping with his face plastered to the floor. He was all confused and I couldn't stop laughing.

That was the best picture I've ever seen of him...

Completely entranced, my hand jerked out from next to me, my pale finger tips crawling over the folds of cotton fabric, arm extending in its patients. My hands touched the cool metal frame, traveling lightly to it icy class encasement. I started to trace his form, gliding along as I scooted closer, my heading bobbing into the its awkward reflection. My face melted against his, the two images acquainting in a mild fashion, His soft innocent face, blending against my wearied and bland one.

His soft lips were creased in a involuntary light frown, and his eyes... his eyes were just staring...

like the meaning of everything I've fought for in this retched world was right in front of his face, everything so beckoned and craved was polished easily into his doubtful mind...

And he just kept staring... with all his worth he kept grasping at that one point so far away from my view, know matter how hard I tried...

I would never find it...

Striving taintedly in a unforgiving world.

I couldn't take it anymore, words were running a million miles a minute and I just couldn't withstand its wrath. It was thrumming into my skull in rhythmic beats, increasing my breaths and making sweat bead on my forehead.

It... just... hurt... to breathe.

I slammed the picture down, making a crash echo around the walls that encased me. I couldn't handle to see that image, even if it was my life at stake, I couldn't bare to see him, it was to much grief on my side to burden.

I roughly hauled myself up to a stance, circling the room as I stared down every photo, poster, and picture. They were all laughing at me, grinning and pointing fingers. Their putrid ignorance, flaming my anger.

I stripped my room to its bland white walls, ripping everything to shreds as they descended to the floor, piles of thrashed rubble slowly covering the grey dull carpet floor. I didn't care what it was in any shape or form, I just wanted them all to stop…

I needed to stop the voices in my head.

I turned a sharp 180 and suddenly stopped abruptly, my old long full body mirror towering above my short from. It was one of those old fashion oval mirrors, a silver rim framing its reflective surface. Pictures cluttered it, jaggedly making a full circle.

Each photo was of us, down to the smallest cutouts, each one contained me and Inuyasha...

At the park, in school, snuggled together on my lumpy couch... they were all there, all lasting memories I wanted to cherish forever...

Until now.

I scraped them all of without another thought, beginning to reach my brink of destruction, throwing them across the room as I twirled around in dizzy thrashing movements.

My realm of sanction began to blur, everything around me colliding in fashious swirls. It was like I was standing still on my axes, while the world around me began to spin beyond reason.

It made me nauseous.

My knees buckled and my shins slammed against the floor, my whole body withering intoxicated to the ground. I took in deep breaths as I lifted my head heavily as I stared a the image of the girl in front of me, hiding behind hooded bangs.

I looked dead. Like some vampire from the a distant netherworld.

My pale features seemed transparent... like my physical image was fading at the edges, melting to nothingness. It was... it was like I was... disappearing...

Gently, my arm lifted up with a will of its own, extending with all the force I could conjure. My palm pushed up upon the smooth glassy surface, colliding with the hand of my reflection.

I felt sorry for her, each time I saw her... she was caged, sealed into some worthless object.

I let my finger glide along the surface, leaning down as my forehead touched its hard plane. For a second, I stared into her pained eyes, before I closed mine tightly shut.

I tried to glimmer on anything but the past, but no matter hard how I tried to keep myself from it, it seemed to always catch up on me, grasping me in its tangled net.

Images flashed behind my eyes, kindling my conscious, jogging in and out of piles of memories repressed over years.

But, there was one, one I could not escape, casting a vengeful shadow across the tarnished fields in my mind…

It was not so many years ago, after my dreadful turn for the worse in the well. Him and I were sinking low. Our lives had been suppressed down, and we were rebelling with hatred.

My goody goody persona was rotting away, transpiring into a trashed up freak who couldn't stay sober.

But he was always there, like a fallen angel, whenever I dared to pass those so hard bold lines, he was always there right next to me, taking the step with me...

(Flashback)

"Why... why do you think he left?"

My sigh echoed across the room as I heard his whispered question, barely making it passed his lips.

I opened my eyes, trying to grasp onto the right words but failing miserably. It was a hard question to answer, all my life, I tried to grasp on for the very words I couldn't find now.

Whenever the subject was brought up, my throat would close off, and I would have to excuse myself from the room so I wouldn't brake into tears.

"I... I don't know why my dad left. He just... he just was gone one day, without an explanation or a note, not even a word. That night when we got home, everything was gone. All the couches and beds, everything you could imagine was... just gone…"

The words came spilling out of my lips, castrating the room around us as I stared at the ceiling lost in deep thought. My hand tightened around the nose of the vodka bottle that Inuyasha had snuck me. I had been guzzling it down, about a third was left, my brain was beginning to blur, wildly spinning out of control.

"Even things from Kikyo, Souta, and my rooms were missing, though my closet was still full of clothes and toys were thrown all over the floors, all my furniture was lost. I remember when... when mom came in... she just... like broke down, it scared the hell out of me. And we just stood there, Souta crying in my arms, and Kikyo... she was staring down the hall where are family pictures used to hang..."

My settle pause reprimanded the room, stillness settling over both of us.

My head tilted to my shoulder, my eyes roamed to Inuyasha. He was laying there on his back, his orbs glaring the contours of the room as his brows ferode, a look of seriousness on his face. A cigarette was perched between his lips, smoke curdling and flailing as it disappeared on it journey upward. His legs were lavishly crossed, and his hands were propped behind his head. His jacket and other unnecessary clothes had been discarded, leaving him only in a plain black t-shirt and worn baggy black faded pants that I had bought him years ago.

Taking a deep breath, his arm pulled away from his head to take the cigarette in his fingers, exhaling languishly as smoke seeped from his lips and nostrils in a puff.

I don't know when he started smoking, it was never a big surprise to me. I knew he'd been doing it for a while, it wasn't till a little while ago that he'd smoke it in front of me though. I guess he thought it was a bad influence and I might get caught into it, which is exactly what accured.

Raising myself on my elbow, I leaned my body across his chest for the side table where a pack and a lighter laid. I shook a cigarette out of the small package, bringing it to my lips as I picked up the lighter and flicked the flame awake. I brought it to my lips, taking a second to light it before I threw it back down on the small side table, and took a long deep drawn breath.

I crawled over him back to my side, laying my head blindly on his shoulder. It seemed his gaze had never changed from the spot that overhung above us.

Groping for the bottle I had left in my place, I took a long swig, feeling the familiar taste as it ran down my numb throat to my stomach.

After a second, I tired to find my words.

"I guess it was for the best, we left there after and moved into the shrine. My mom couldn't take care of the three of us on her own and Jii-san was getting to old to care for the shrine."

I waved it off without a second thought, bringing the cigarette to my lips as I turned up to his face. He still seemed stationary, his features tightly clenched.

Then, he spoke, his words softly pouncing on the walls with each syllable.

"My dad... he was never really there. Mom... she used to tell me these imaginary stories about journeys he took as he slayed evil youkai and saved the world. It wasn't till I was older that I learned he died when I was four."

My eyes bulged out of my head, I was stunned.

He… he never talked about his past, always seemed to bottle it up. He had finally found enough trust to confide to me his banished tale.

"My mom... she always tried to raise me right... but living off wealthfare and skipping from shelter to shelter wasn't exactly under the catagory. She tried to keep food on the table, though most of the time our meals were cut down to shit. It got so bad... that after a while... sheshe had to go into prostitution just to get us a place to stay..."

His voice started to brake as he tried to keep nuetral. I could feel his pain radiating off him in waves, screaming in agony for a shred of claim. I felt bad, like it was my fault he was reliving this.

His hand snaked around me side, sliding down my arm to entwine in my fingers. he began to grip me close.

"And then... one day she just... she just gave out. She came crawling home after her nightly routine, and just broke down... she was just holding me and kissing my face and kept asking me these crazy questions. She kept saying 'I love you' over and over…"

Pausing, he took in a raged breathe.

"She began to scare me. Then... she got up with a sweet smile on her faceyou know the one only a mom can doand said she was gonna take a shower. I saw her faceas the door closed I saw her face reflecting in the cracked cabinet mirror, and she was smiling at me with tears running down her cheeks... It seemed like slow motion as her image disappeared behind the door... The shower never turned on... I sat there for ten minutes till I realized what was happening."

His eyes glinted with a repulsed recognition, emotions flying and cowering along his crystalline orbs. His lids fluttered closed, a pained expression coursing his flushed face.

"I just began to thrash against the door, screaming her name as I cried... she didn't even answer. I just kept crying and crying as my shoulder got so fucking bruised... I was so scared... andand she was just so silent... I justI couldn't…"

His voice broke deformedly, taking a long moment to pull himself together till his eyes squinted open.

"When I finally busted the door open, she was hanging from the shower curtain bar, by some appliance cord. Her face was blue and her eyes were bulging out.. andand her neck was all in this fucked up position…"

His hands tried to exaggerate as they mindlessly motioned in the air.

"That was about 8 months before I met you... "

His words came out muttered and disgruntled, flaking with deep contemplation. His eyes began glaze over as he tried desperately to keep his mask up.

I did the only thing I could do, sitting up on my knees and bringing his head against my chest, smoothing down his hair as I clutched him close. His arms slid around my waist, enclosing me flush in his tight grasp. His nose snuggled into my breasts, taking deep breaths as I cooed to him quietly.

"And each day I'd go to the park where she always bought me... and I'd just sit there on the swings, waiting for her to push me... waiting for her to sneak up on me and yell surprise and snuggle me with hugs and kisses...

A sorrowed sign pitted against my chest, his body heaving over and clutching me tighter with each sentence.

"But... she never came..."

His words were mumbled against my shirt, his breathe tickling my sensitive skin, there was this monotone feel to his voice, yet you could hear the stressed emotions he tried so hard to cage. My hands were entangled in his hair, calmly running my fingertips along his back through his silver tresses. Laying my head down on his, his ear began to twitch as I nudged it with my nose.

I didn't know what to say, all words that could be conjured had been lost from my mind. I just held him tighter.

"I would begin to starve... going for days without eating... I began to steal from stores, grabbing only a apple or two, it was my best bet... I didn't want to get caught...and then one day, I got sick… I just sat on those streets and waited for death... and people would stare, not even give me a penny or ask if I was fucking alright, they'd just stare at me with disapproval... and sometimes... sometimes they'd throw things..."

His hands traveled up my back to grip my shoulders painfully.

My heart was constricting... I felt a deep sense of guilt. His grasp on reality was fading, decomposing and crippling toto... nothing.

My balanced was shamed as we descended to the bed, his head traveling from my chest to the crook of my neck, his nose gently nuzzling a sweet kiss on the column of my throat. His arms wrapped around me as I loosely held him, our legs tangling in a mess as we scooted closer to each others warmth. My hand came up under his shirt, rubbing soothing circles along his back.

I snuggled the top of his head with my cheek, trying to smooth his raging soul... he justhe just seemed so lost, like the little boy waiting patiently in the rainy park for his dead mom.

Slowly his head bobbed up, his golden eyes breaking my trance, swimming with cold and sadness, and great remorse that seemed to heavy to bare. He... he resembled a dying puppy...

Without warning, his lips smacked against mine, my eyes growing wide as his hands crawled under my shirt in a haste that seemed more hoarse then loving. He kissed me with fever, begging me to respond as he teased and bit my lower lip lightly.

It wasn't a loving kiss, it was a needed one, like he needed sexual lust or someway of relieving his anguish. I couldn't stop myself, his way out to hard for me to badger. Urgently, I began to return the kiss heatedly, seductively sucking on his lip and arching my torso. His groin was reacting untamishly, fuming some deep with me to awaken and curl my thigh around his hips, squishing my breasts against his chest.

I was intoxicated with a heavy dosage of teen hormones, roaring primal sex to satisfy my needed urge.

With my hands still under his shirt, I raked my fingernails along his shoulder blades, making him growl, rumbling deep in his chest plastered against mine.

My mind was blurred with desire.

I only let him travel as he scorched his lips along my jaw, nipping at my sensitive of my neck. His hands slid over my bare stomach, gliding up to my chest and cupping my supple breasts through my lacy black bra.

His lips claimed mine again, and it felt so wrong and dirty.

And… I liked it.

His fangs bit my tender lower lip, allowing them to part and his tongue entered my dry mouth. He knew exactly what he was going, dancing and swirling as he felt my tongue and teeth.

I knew he'd had sex, it was just a plain fact about him... Many of his past girlfriends slutty whores who were just dating him for a hard fuck and his lustful body.

His experience and lead was incredibly sexy.

My hands glided along his smooth sweaty skin, curving along his sides to his muscled chest. My fingertips were tantalized with his plains, devouring every inch I could touch.

I arched up against him uncontrollably, his delicious figure was hard to keep my body in check. Instantaneously his fangs bit into my neck, making my eyes snapping open.

I knew it was wrong, every inch of it was a sin, and yet it was so good, a guilty pleasure.

I knew when this was over, I would lose it, I would hate myself to no end. This would only make it worse...

"Inuyasha..."

My lips were mumbled against his. He pulled away to go after my neck and collar, his kisses paving down the cleavage in my shirt. His hand came to the hem of my jeans.

My eyes widened at his thoughts, beginning to ask myself if I wanted this or not...

I had to push him away.

"Please... you... know you don't want to do this..."

My hands were at his chest, pleading him to let go, no matter how much I wanted it. His ears seemed to be deaf to my words, stringing to nothing for him.

His hands had successfully unbuttoned my pants, his lips back at the column of my throat. I closed my eyes tightly, a sob cringing my face up as I tried hard to let go.

"Inuyasha... please... stop..."

It fell like silent velvet leaves between us, his whole body tensing under my touch. His mouth stopped its kisses and his hands stilled at the my jean zipper.

A lone tear rolled down my cheek.

I truly felt I broke him.

He pulled his lips from their perch on my throat, sluggishly dismembering from me, trying to stare anywhere but my face. His features were drawn up in hurt as he looked down, silver locks falling down to hang along his arms. Guilt clogged up my lungs...

I had hurt him... hurt him bad... shoving it in my face as he turned away. His hands were still on my forearms, gliding down as he scrambled away, I didn't allow him though, my grip tightening on his sides.

"Please... don't do this to yourself, your drunk... and lost... you didn't meanI didn't... Please don't go, don't leave me so con...confused..."

My head fell low as I stuttered my pleading words, my heart ripping apart in error.

He paused at my words, but as soon as the seconds passed he still pushed away. Climbing off the bed, he slipped away from my hands. My arms fell, but as quickly as one tumbled down, it sprang up, leaning my body in as I tried to grab him again. It missed by miles.

"Don't"

His words were cut short as I lunged at him, tackling him to the coarse carpet. I was in tears by then...

"Don't... go!"

I croaked out, my voice cried out along the walls, echoing to a stale ring. He was flat on his back as I snuggled my face into his chest.

"Don't leave me..."

I whispered it out, clinging to his shirt as my tears dampened it.

"Please... don't do this to your self."

It was mumbled against his shirt, crying out in agony for a shred of truth. I didn't want him to do it to himself, I didn't want him to push away... I didn't want him to feel over flowing guilt... I just... wanted him here... right next to me...

"Kags, don'tdon't cry..."

His arms came slowly around me, timid as if might lash out. I clung to him as if he were my last life source. He was so much that I needed to survive, with him gone... I would never live...

I was sobbing hard by then, choking up my throat and cascading out my mouth. I had thoroughly soaked his black cotton shirt, slightly warm and splotched, sticking to his well toned chest.

My chin settled on hard muscle, taking shallow breaths as I stared at his face. He was glaring at something on the ceiling, a look of misery on his face.

Crouching with my butt in the air, I crawled to his face, my hair falling in curtains around us. His hold was still tightly gripped on my hips, my hands traveling to either side of his shoulders to create a very intimate position.

His head lolled to the side, away from my gaze, as though it burned. My fingers came up lightly as I silently spread my dark hair away from his face, then wrapping my forearms around the crown of his head. I was on my elbows, bringing our faces so much closer that my nose was only a inch away from his cheek.

He turned then to me, our gazes latching. His face was wearied and torn.

His words were quietly spoken, but they held a tone of plead, a cry for sanity, lurching forward in plain tonic pain.

When they were hung my heart stopped...

"Why does it have to hurt so much..."

I was dry for words, his meaningful cry so hard for me to watch. His eyes brimmed with swindled torture, held back for far too long in a morbid purgatory. He slashed his pooling orbs deeply closed, his face twisting in agony as he gripped onto his utterance.

"Just... please, Kags... make it... go away."

It plundered deep into the soul, ripping and shredding everything held dear. It made my heart shatter...

A salty droplet fell from my jaw, tumbling down as it splattered on his taught cheek.

I bowed my head, my brow resting against the column of his throat.

"I wish I could... I'd sell my soul, toto..."

He rolled me to my side, cradling his head against my neck.

Softly, whimpers poured out of his mouth unwillingly, curling closer to me on the unforgiving rug, the world blotting out around us...

(End Flashback)

My day dream was cut short when a muffled knock clunked on my door.

My rude awakening jolted my senses awake.

It took me seconds to realize my position had changed drastically, my whole body lunged over in a humble crouch, my head cupped in my hands. My face was soaked with sweat, a headache beginning to distort my mind.

I knew a hangover was coming on...

"Kagome?"

My name was called, deafly making it through the thick plaster walls.

It was Souta, his small squeaky voice easy to make out.

Eagerly, I thrusted up, pouncing to my bed while trying savagely to wipe my teary eyes away. Pulling back the cover, I snatched them over my head, snuggling down into the soft comforter.

My heart began to race.

I heard the door squeak open and a shuffle as he took a step in the room.

"Kagome...?"

I tried to hide any indignation that I was conscious, keeping my breathes shallow so the would move. I know it was kind of stupid, it wasn't like I was hiding or anything, I just felt the smaller and insignificant I was the easier to avoid.

His steps creaked on the floor, patting in a rhythm as they neared my bed.

"Sis, are you awake?"

I instantly tensed when his hand padded pressure on my side. My eyes closed as I intaked a gulping breathe, biting my lip down till it bled.

"Sis, what the hell did you do to your"

He suddenly hung his sentence in midair, escalating my fear as his hand tugged away fro my side.

It was silent for to long, seeming like forever as he waited for a nonexistent reply.

Finally, after it seemed hell froze over, I heard a clang of some ones shoes as they reached to top of the stairs.

Fuck, my door was still open.

"Souta, your going to be late!"

Kikyo's voice echoing through the hall, bouncing back and forth till it hit my room. I heard as he jolted slightly, shifting his feet as if in hurry back and forth.

"I'll... I'll go tell Kikyo you won't be going to school."

With that he scurried off out of the bedroom, snapping the door shut as his steps faded away.

Then I finally relaxed... or what you could call it, my body was still screaming and my head was dangerously mentally distressed, but it was the best I felt all day.

I needed a cigarette.

Briskly flasking the sheets off me, I dragged my self to my old wood closet drawer. It took allot of strength on my part, but after much fussing and pulling I opened the bottom underwear drawer.

My arms were aching hatefully as I began to search through colorful thongs and frilly bras, a box of extra large condoms thrown carelessly behind me that had never been opened.

Most was evidence of dares that Miroku and I used to play at the mall.

My hand finally caught tale of the carton, lancing out of the lingerie grave, my hand jumping back in to retrieve the lighter.

After my dig, I crawled over to my window, unlatching it and tried bravely to open it.

Luckily it complied.

As soon as it cracked open, wind busted against me, crashing against me as it quivered the debris around me.

I was surprised Souta didn't make more of a comment, my room looked like shit.

With my hands shaking, I pulled out one squished cigarette from its crumpled worn package, bringing it to my lips as I tried unsuccessfully to swipe the lighter.

It took about five or six tries till I lit it correctly, my thumb feeling raw and abused, but I didn't care, I just wanted a drag.

Jittery, I brought the flame close to my face, letting it lick the cigarette, orange and blue flames crackling slightly as the object came alit.

Dropping the lighter, I gingerly closed my eyes, taking a big long intake of smoke. I took my leisure in the pleasure of the calming agent of deadly chemicals, the smoke curling and swirling as it reached upwards. My shoulders released the powerful tension, rolling my head from side to side.

I smoked one, then two, and then a third but that was a accident, I didn't even know what I was doing till It was half way burned, so I just shrugged my shoulders and let it go.

Inuyasha had gotten me addicted, I didn't know if he felt sorry for it or what, his empathy only seen little to none. But I still didn't understand the reason smoking was so bad, I had read the label but it didn't have the information I wanted. I knew it killed people...

But isn't that what I wanted... Death?

...That memoryit was the first time something like that happenedsomething sparked. But... it was never the last, How could it be the last, it was only the beginning of our twisted friendship. But never was there love, just weird lustful moments...

We did love each other... just not in that way.

We were like... two pieces to a puzzle, perfectly made to fit each others grooves and curves...

Metaphorically that is.

We had just... clicked, even though our racial differences, even though we used to argue and get in yelling matches... there was just something... so small and breakable, that we lost long ago.

My thought were adrift in a whirlwind of memories, a puff of smoke filtering through my lips and nose.

A sigh bubbled to from my mouth, my whole body crunching in a hunched tired form. My rest had been reduced to zip in 36 hours, and I felt like a walking log. I needed sleep so badly, but I just was so traumatized that unconsciousness would only be a death wish.

Flicking the cigarette out the window, my eyes wandered aimlessly to the carpet floor, darting left and right at the piles of shreds scattering in piles along the wall. My arm moved away from its rested ease against the window, skimming my palm along its soft itchy surface.

My brows twitched together in contemplation, little precarious notes being taken in my head.

Rambunctiously I crawled to the side of my bed, squinting my eyes as my head ducked low to the floor. My hands were groping around me, searching for something small but so meaningful.

I must have looked crazy my butt swaying side to side as I crouched in a worshiping position, my hands groping like a pervert in a strip joint around me.

Perchasedly, my stare nailed to my object of search, titling lower as I scuttled close to its confinements.

My fingers gingerly wisped against the crusted burn mark embalmed in the grey rug.

It was where I dropped my cigarette, forgetting entirely about it when I brought Inuyasha close to me under the hood of his anguish.

It was the only thing I held from that night, even though I could have risked the house burning down, it held a meaning I had yet to understand.

It marked a beginning, the beginning when everything fell apart, crumbled and shattered at none but unease. The young tame innocence that had once flourished, had crippled and withered and melted into some penumbra of chaos.

The reliant world condemned the fleeting reality around us, crushing the very fabric of existence.

Slit wrists, gashed necks, blood flowing in rhythm as tangent crimson oozed from pulse points.

It was all the same, all deliberate, clipped into a screwed fashion.

But I still was cradling it as though it was the last hope of man… I just sat and stared tried to balance the craving reason of survival.

So I'm sorry if I don't update in a while, I'm going to Hawaii for a week and then it might take me a while to write. But I might not be able to finish the story, I have this fucked up feeling that I'm gonna die, so yeah, I'll have my good friend Neteah to save your asses and finish the story. Isn't that right Nat? Anyway, I felt this chapter was crap, I didn't like it, I felt I went to fast and forgot to put more descriptive writing. Tell me what you think.

Sorry I just updated this and lost all my responses to the reviews. I still love you all!