Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or 'Lake of Fire' by Nirvana
She gazed out the window sadly. She didn't belong with her family anymore in the present day and she didn't belong in the past, no matter how much she wanted to.
I knew a lady from Duluth
Bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
Laughter echoed from downstairs. Tears slipped quietly down marble cheeks. She sobbed silently as memories rushed back to her of the betrayal she had suffered.
She went to her grave just a little too soon
Flew and laid down on the yellow moon
All because of one woman and her spell she had cast on the one person she thought would never hurt her. How wrong she was to trust a man who couldn't make up his mind about which woman he wanted.
People cry and people moan
Look for a dry place to call their home
Life was a shattered image of the one she remembered of some other girl having. Silver gleamed beside her. Two months she had rotted, sitting in this window gazing down on people who led their lives merrily in front of her. Flaunting the fact that they were happy and she was just one lonely girl whose life was irreparably broken.
Try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angel and the devils
Try to make them their own
She delicately picked up the dagger. She handled it with practiced ease. Once again, she thought about taking that final step. Her skin was so easily opened. And red did bring back some of her fonder memories. For few moments she could forget the betrayal.
Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
She didn't remember how the dagger was buried in wrist or how that she ended up dragging the blade up her forearm. Red gushed forth. She remembered bandaging so many of his wounds. How he always complained. But he was long since gone from her life.
Go to a lake of fire and fry
See 'em again till the fourth of July
She retrieved the dagger from her arm. She felt… colder …than usual. She had more trouble with the other arm. But she managed to get the dagger in that arm also. It felt …. Pleasant. That was as good a term as any. The pleasure almost felt orgasmic. She was cold as she peered out the window. People lived their lives merrily below her. She wished she could join. Be a part of their ranks once more. She smiled a small smile as darkness crept over vision.
I knew a lady from Duluth
Bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
Flew and laid down on the yellow moon