The school had been abandoned forever, and to everyone else it was just a stupid building that had survived one of the world wars. To me, it was considered my home that was surrounded with broken shards of glass, and the cold breeze blowing and teasing me as though there was someone else in the room, when they're clearly wasn't. I could barely get to sleep, when it wasn't the comfort of my own bed, but I wasn't going back there. I need I'd have to once again some day, and face my father who had abused and had the blood of my mother smeared on his own hands and he could of cared less. It disgusted me, knowing I once loved him, and let him look after me. It was like living with a convicted killer, and you'd just never think it would be your own father, let alone someone close to you, or was.

My body began to shake, hugging my knees feeling myself waking after reliving bottle smashing and his angered voice and his footsteps shaking the house, going out of his way just to beat me. It was too real to bare. Every day I had a dream and it was always the same; My father killing me. I always wait for that day to happen, because to me if it hasn't happened yet it will be….

" I can't go back there. I'll probably have to drop out of that damn defense class soon. It may cost money, but it's going to cost my damn life if I can't go there anymore! How can I show my face there with the bruises all over me? Inuyasha will just laugh. I don't want to go anywhere. Nobody fucking understands me, let alone my problems? Nobody gives a damn!"

I screamed, taking the rock that had once had smashed the window into pieces from probably teenagers thinking they ran the whole entire city. I heard the glass break with ease, and not even that satisfied me. The moon hung brightly in the sky, as I could hear some loud noises of guy's nasty idiotic laughter that disgusted me; it sounded exactly the guys who hounded me down when I was younger and attempted to steal my every once of hope and dignity I had left. They took it all away, in a snap and people wonder why I hate everyone. I can't trust them. Every time I do I dig myself a grave, and to me I've already been buried…buried alive…

" No one will care. It will always be that way. Inuyasha is just an asshole who thinks he's life is great and oh so wonderful. He needs to lay off and leave me alone like the rest. There's something about him I hate. The fact I can feel I can trust him, when the fact is he's like everyone else…Hurtful and horrible. I hate seeing his face, I hate looking into those eyes as he glares back at me. Forget it. I need to learn that self defensive soon, and I can't back out. I'll come back when my wounds heal at least."

I just had a glimpse of Inuyasha's hate aimed at me, remembering how easily he took me down, and seeing if that was my father I'd be a goner. He was very mysterious, the fact I trusted him and didn't know him made me sick to my stomach. The famous glare was all I could see, and his little smile in the corner of his lips that said ' come on hate me.'

I woke up to the sound of cars flying by, and surrounded by the shards of glass from the broken window. I just wiped myself down, drowned in my thoughts knowing I couldn't hide here my whole entire life, as much as I felt safe I just couldn't hide all the time no matter how I felt. I slowly slipped from the building as my feet hit my pavement, reminding me how I'd jump out of my bedroom window and dash down the street when my father would throw and smash things. He would always get so close to placing his arm around my neck and throw me back. I was glad to know I was fast enough, without that I would have been hung high like my mother, whom I miss and wish sometimes was here only for my sake.

" I might as well go to the defensive place. I need it. I need a fucking job too. I don't wanna drop out of that place I need it badly. No one understands that isn't fun for me.. It's a matter between life or death. I plan to live…"

I told myself as I headed down the long narrow streets passing the small stores looking at the big sign that read ' Siami's Defensive' seeing the window you could see right into, and see a whole bunch of people kicking and punching and learning moves that they made seem was just a game that made me sick to my stomach. My hands just cupped around the handle of the door, seeing Inuyasha from my glance sitting there, standing out from everyone with the long silver hair noticing everyone stood clear of him. I watched him stand up, and the fire lit in his eyes and standing motionlessly with his arms raised with the attitude he wasn't going to take anything from anyone with caused me to smile abit.

" Where the hell is that wench? Feh, she probably didn't show since she's too afraid of me to begin with. A girl like her makes me laugh. She's stupid and pathetic, and it was a wonder why she was here in the first place. She thinks her life is perfect, only if she knew what mine was like."

Those thoughts raced through his mind. He felt out a place for once, when I hadn't been around. He never saw another girl or person like me, with the same attitude or the fact I looked like I was hiding something that everyone would love to unfold and find out. I had watched knowing the class was almost over, while I attempted to push the door open but I had froze when Inuyasha knocked the one guy to the ground, and his head turned towards my direction now staring me directly in the face that made me back away.

" What the hell is my problem! It's just him, he's nobody fucking special."

I told myself seeing Inuyasha wipe the sweat from underneath his white bangs that was the oddest color I had ever seen before. He just stretched noticing how hard he fought, and how he was so focused more then anyone else had been. Everyone grabbed their coats and sped off, while I swallowed and walked in with my head down now ready to find the instructor, but I found something else instead that was unwanted…Inuyasha…

" Oh there you are wench. I thought you were ready to quit. Since well you didn't come back."

His face was in mine, looking down at me trying to make me feel hated and unwanted, and sadly enough I had already felt that. He threw on his dark red jacket that looked like the color of blood, as he slipped it on and zipped it up and placed his bare feet back into his worn down shoes that looked like he could barely could afford a pair. I could feel him staring at me underneath his bangs, that sent a shiver directly through me.

" It's none of you business so stay out of it you asshole! I don't quit that easily either. Don't take me for your average girl alright. I'm not, so fuck off and leave me alone!"

He could see me hiding my face, and rolling down my sleeves when I saw his eyes drifted away from my face down near my bruises, and I hoped to god he didn't see them. He had gotten me mad enough I stormed off effortlessly down the street, as he followed me once again.

" I'm not leaving you alone. Besides you're a wench, and I'm here to make your life miserable..Just tell me what your hiding."

I just ducked my head down lower, trying to keep all the tears inside that I had kept inside for years. I didn't want to show him them, to him it would be considered weakness. He wouldn't leave me alone, and I swung around ready to knock him senseless until he caught my wrist in the air so fast, that it took my breathe away, and the focus of everything…till where I just stared into his fire lit eyes and his heinous glare of his.

He held my wrist tightly, as my sleeve loosely fell and I managed to throw my arm away before he could even spot it. I just threw my arm back to me, and I darted off right then and there.

" Leave me alone asshole just leave me alone!"

With that, I ran off once again. Back home. I stood at the door, swallowing wondering what abuse I was going to take next.