Inuyasha walked down the street like a mysterious stranger I met and I could only wonder if he could save me, and could keep me sane from the rest of the screwed up world we lived in? I didn't know what was about to happen but I just wished he could have stayed longer with me. I may look like a tough women just by looking at the flare and the hate in my violet gray eyes but that's only a big lie. If I was, I wouldn't feel I needed that silver hair mutt around me longer than he actually was. I couldn't bother him either; he wouldn't be the person to care about me or understand me anyway, it seem like he had enough problems of his own to deal with and he didn't need me to complicate them anymore. But at least I know one thing; him and are outsiders. I found someone who bleeds inside and tries to escape. I know now at least I'm not alone.
" Inuyasha…" I mouthed his name pathetically. His name tenderly rolled off my lips. Why did I feel I had to say his name? And why did I feel alone the minute he left when basically I am? Nothing was making sense at all to me at that moment on. My head was spinning and still I was basically trying to figure out who he truly was and who I was.
Confusion was daunting me, and the hate I felt for that monster of a father was consuming me. The fact I knew I had to live there until I could gather enough money to let myself walk alone on the streets, but that seemed longer than me ever. If my mother was alive she would have taken me in her arms and would have run as fast as she could. She wouldn't have cared where she would go or what would happen to her, she'd take me somewhere safe and defiantly somewhere far. When people even mention that word " father" I don't know how they can when I can't even call him that anymore. He can't be my loving father every child is suppose to have if he actually killed the love of his life and almost killed his own daughter? When my mother's friends said I had my father's delicate eyes that made me hate myself and them even more. I'm nothing of my father. I don't think any child deserves a father.
I see these young happy fathers with smile painted on their faces while their daughter and son are screaming out of laughter and not fear. They push them back in the swing, and laughing with them and not at them. I believe if I don't have a father to love neither should they. I know it wasn't my fault that my father turned out like this, but who else can I blame? My father was too much of a consumed asshole to care about me at all. To me I look at him and he's as good as dead to me. I remember waiting on those damn swings for him to pick me up and he didn't come for hours at all. I was only four or five and I watched the little kids disappear one by one and waiting for his bright green car to pull up to the sidewalk and greet him with open arms, but he didn't come that awful night. He left only daughter there to freeze and cry silent tears while I watched, everything become eerie in the shadows and the moon's glow. No children were playing at the park then. I was too scared to even move and walk down the street, and I was pretty much scared when I saw these horrible looking teenagers laughing psychotically and seeing cigarettes burning. I knew my mother would have come to save me if she wasn't working and my father… he didn't remember, he didn't care, he was at the bar too screwed up to even drive a car straight even when he knew his daughter was there..
" Daddy..daddy where are you!" How I hated remember calling him that. But he was a father to me then in my eyes until things got worse. The swings were moving by themselves and the night covered the sky like a blanket while the naked trees danced in the air. My eyes looked around in fear. I could hear laughter; and not the happy laughter that came from young kids and their parents. A laughter that worried me that made me feel unsafe than I practically was. I waited hoping, my father would pull up beside me and would open the door and apologize and worry about me like any parent would. He couldn't be a parent if he left his young daughter at the park till 2 in the morning while he was chugging back so many god damn beers, he would have instantly forgotten about me.
" Daddy please come where are you? You scared to be all alone in the dark without your daddy? Is daddy going to save you?" I could hear someone imitating my voice that was low and raspy, that didn't sound entirely welcoming. It was entirely frightening to even hear the voice linger in my ears. My heart was pounding out of my chest, begging to get out while my head felt heavier and eyes felt swollen. The tears were already damping my cream colored face, while my maroon colored jacket had spots where the tears were. I couldn't see in the dark that well; when darkness came I knew it was a brand new world. It was like living in a world without light, and living in a world of black and white. There was no beautiful colors what so ever. There was no laughter, no smiles, and no other children. I understand why now children weren't allowed out at night. It was a whole different world then. My ink black hair flew like a black waterfall on my shoulders hearing these voices echo but never seeing these people's faces. They were like shadows; I couldn't see their face, what they were. I knew one thing; They couldn't be trusted no matter what they possibly said.
" Leave me alone…just go away!"
I screamed while they were already feasted on the fear and the edginess in my high pitched girlish voice. They knew by my voice I was a young girl that was helpless and defenseless. They knew enough about me than I knew about them. The only thing I knew they weren't normal people, that just any little girl could trust. They were monsters that had quite more on their feeble minds than any other human being would. I jumped off the swing, feeling my feet hit the hard cement underneath. My eyes keep the close eye on them; I couldn't turn my back away. I was too scared to even do that. I noticed there was more than just one of them. There was at least a crowd of these dark figures creeping down the play construction part. The cigarettes were the only thing that helped me see them. Once they threw them down to the ground I knew, I had to run no matter what.
"Feisty little girl ain't you? Feisty is exactly what I had in mind…"
The boy's dark, raspy, bitter voice whispered sickly that made me basically jump out of my skin. All I could rely on was my feet to pick up faster than they ever had before. Fast, like they were burning on fire. But still have enough air and strength to do so without getting exhausted. My eyes opened wider seeing the real world for what it truly was. I began to realize the world wasn't full of friendly caring people, or fuzzy cute animals or any bullshit like that.
I was a girl who saw the world for what it really is. Scary, demented, twisted and psychotic. I began to see the world's true colors and began to notice the lies we listened to. I saw the world now as a miserable mistake; black and white and scary. I noticed afterwards when the sun went down I ran as fast as I could.. It wasn't all cotton candy dreams full of love. All I can say somebody lied….
Author Notes:
I haven't written this one for awhile so I decided I would try to get back into the habit. It's different to write in point of view and especially Kikyo's. I tried to make this as best as I could and make it somewhat realistic. Hopefully you guys like it. Please R&R!)