Author's Note: Hey people it sure has been awhile, but it's not my fault I've been moving and haven't had time to write anything. But here I am now.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters.

Tales from Another Broken Home

By: Hakumi-Chan

Kagome's dead, glazed sapphire eyes peered out the dirty window, her eyes never leaving that one invisible spot that seemed so interesting. Really there was nothing there, but looking at something anything took her mind of her problems, but life has a way of knocking right on your ass.

Kagome's emotions where all in turmoil, one minute she would be ok then, not a second later a wave of emotion would smack her in the face. She was always filled with sadness, fear, and most of all hatred.

She kept telling herself to forget it, to get over it that it didn't matter. But it did matter and she couldn't hide that from herself, no matter how hard she tried.

She knew that she was mentally killing herself, but, she would think, do I have left? Nothing, so she ignored it, If she died, she died. At this point it was up to God.

All he could she was red, how dare his bastard of a father send him hear, The same father that pushed, forced in Inuyasha's mind, home to do what he did. Cutting was Inuyasha's only escape from his screwed up family life.

Inuyasha chuckled quietly to himself, being careful not to attract attention from the buff looking guards on the bus, just thinking about his fathers surprised face when he walked in on him Cutting. Why was he surprised...

Flashback

" Worthless piece of shit, you mean nothing to me." With that his father forcefully threw inuyasha out of the family room.

Gathering himself he quickly glided up the steps towards his salvation, After quickly shutting the door, her lunged under the bed bringing out a box, inside was all kinds of knives, needles, ETC. Inuyasha also brought out a first aid kit.

Pulling his long sleeve up, ignoring the numerous scars that aligned his arm, he quickly found a fresh place grabbing his special knife he place the deadly object to his skin, piercing the flesh, bringing an almost satisfying pain. Too much pain, he had cut to deep, where his last thoughts before passing out.

His mother had found out about his little "Habit" About a week ago but hadn't told his father, but in all of Inuyasha's carefulness he forgot one thing, to lock his bedroom door...

End

And that's how he ended up here, on a bus to his "hell" a home for troubled teens how fun...not.

" I am afraid Sango that if you do not want to help yourself then there is nothing I can do." Dr. Kay said, frowning at Sango's weight record.

" So...does that mean I can go home?" She asked hopefully her bony hands twisting together in anticipation.

" No, Sango you will not be returning home until you are of the age of eighteen, or are well." The doctor muttered distractedly. " You may go."

Sango quickly rose from her seat, stumbling, as her body weight was too much for her malnourished body to carry, after exiting her phyciatrists office, she quickly ran to the bathroom.

After emptying her already empty stomach she, fixed her hair, popped a breath mint in her mouth, and put a smile on her face.

This was he life here at the house for troubled teens; she was being as fake as she was at home.

Jill looked on at Miroku, who was still recovering from his OD, and smiled, he wasn't such a bad kid he just got in with the wrong crowed.

He would be ok, one day. She would make sure all of her teens where.

I liked it and I will talk more about Miroku and Sango in later chapter's promise