Hello my peoples! I am back with another fantastic, heart-pounding, mind-blowing, amazing story! I'm telling you guys...I think this could be my best one yet. I was going to try to make a normal story with my own characters...and maybe try to get it published...but alas! Sesshomaru was needed for this story. And Inuyasha...and pretty much everyone else. lol...and so...without further ado...I present to you...Reaching Beyond Reality. .
It was on a normal day, on a normal street, in a normal house that our story really begins. The day, being Friday, and the last day of school, was seemingly uneventful for Persephone. She woke up, took a shower, spending extra attention to her chin-length black hair. A steaming hot shower didn't help her grouchy mood. She was so sick of waking up this early. She had been doing it for the past 12 years; it was time for a well earned break. She smiled despite the early hour. This was her very last day of school.
After her shower, she ate breakfast, alone as usual. In the big dining room, she had pulled the curtains and not bothered to turn on any of the lamps. Grayish-blue light poured in through the the large windows, lighting the long dining table and her small figure. Her parents were very wealthy, although Persephone never really thought of herself as such. It was like just her parents were rich, and she was seperated from them. Like she was only somone they let live in their enormous house and called their daughter. Persephone always thought she didn't care much, but recently she was discovering it bothered her more than she thought.
Back upstairs, in her room, Persephone slid out of her bathrobe and pulled some clothes out of her dresser. She wore a uniform to school, as did everyone else who attended Baker High. The uniform consisted of a plaid skirt that was just above the knee, a white button up shirt, with a dark green vest and a tie of the same color, and last but not least, a pair of extremely ugly brown shoes. A ghost of a smile appeared on Persephone's face. This was the very last day she would have to wear this hideous uniform.
Once she was dressed, she walked downstairs, grabbed her backpack, and headed out the door. A chouffer was waiting to take her to school in a black limo. Persephone hated going to school like this, and would much rather ride the bus like everyone else, but her parents insisted that she be taken to school in style.
Persephone sat close to the window, staring whistfully into nothingness. Her stormy blueish-greenish eyes spoke of sadness and wisdom beyond her years. Her black hair was layered so it feathered around her face like that of a fallen angel. She was thin, but not too thin. She was 17 years old. And she hated life.
Arriving at school, she told her driver good-bye and quickly left the car. She didn't want to be late for the last dat of school. Her last exam was today. She walked through the hallways to her locker, passing people she had grown up with, yet they were all strangers to her. While other people made friends, Persephone grew apart from everyone. It was at the point where she didn't have to talk for days at a time. So she went to her first class, and sat through a boring lecture before her teacher passed out the exams. It was easy and she know she aced it. She aced everything.
Two seats behind her, a boy who had enrolled just this year was whispering with another student. Persephone caught her name in the conversation.
" Yeah, she's pretty weird. You know, I heard she's rich." said the new boy.
"Yeah she's rich. She gets to school in a limo, for god's sake. There is something about her that's weird though. But I just can't put my finger on it..." said the other guy.
Persephone tried to drown them out by listening intently to the teacher as she made yet another end-of-the-year-speech. But the sting of the boy's conversation was deeply imbedded in her mind. ' There's something weird about her...' Persephone kept her steely gaze just the way it was- steely. She raised her hand.
"Yes, Persephone?" asked the teacher, her eyes finally falling on her raised hand.
"May I get a drink of water?" Persephone asked in a fake schoolgirl's voice.
"Go ahead." she turned back to the board and scribbled some equations. Persephone rose from her desk and walked calmly out the door. She breathed a sigh of relief. Leaning against the brick wall for support, Persephone glowered. 'that's right persephone, run away. Go ahead, you always do. Weakling' she thought sourly. She was disgusted with herself. People whisper. The talk about other people.
" But why do they have to talk about me?" she whispered. She decided she wasn't thirsty anyways, and headed for the nearest exit. Skipping had become a favorite pastime for Persephone. She knew she would probably get in trouble one of these days. But sometimes she just couldn't take the claustrophobic, self-concious feeling she got when she heard people whispering. She was different...somehow. There was something about her that made her inferior to everyone else. And she had yet to discover it.
As she traversed the sidewalks on a deserted road in town, she thought about her life, while resisting the urge to pity herself. Her parents were always gone. It was like she didn't even have parents. She smirked sardonicly.
"I'll go down in history as the first orphan who lives with her parents." she thought aloud. " God, if I could just get away from... everything." she scuffed the toe of her ugly brown shoe on the cement.
"Well, getting awat wouldn't really solve anything. Running away never does." a voice said from near the ground.
Persephone whirled around and searched for the source of the mysterious voice. "Who said that?" she hissed. Looking around, all she saw was a sleek, black cat sitting next to her with green eyes. "I'm going crazy..." she murmured, feeling her forehead. Hurriedly, she continued walking, trying not to glance back at the cat.
Anyone who was looking out their windows would see waif of a girl, rushing down the street, her black hair flying in her eyes. She kept glancing back at the cat but it was gone. Slowing down, she sighed and turned back to watch where she was walking.
"You see? Now what did that solve? Running away solves nothing."
Persephone's eyes widened and she stared at the cat sitting in front of her. ' that cat...is talking!'
"Well ofcourse I am. I am sentient, you know. Come now...your not going to rush off again are you? Not that I mind a brisk walk..."
Persephone simply stood there and stared dumbly at the cat. The cat stared back, it's tail swishing gently from side to side, gren eyes penetrating the girls own.
"You...talk..." said Persephone.
"Yes...I...talk." answered the cat equally as slow. The cat sat patiently, as if waiting for her to accept he fact.
"But your a cat..." said Persephone. She wasn't feeling very bright today. The cat seemed to sit up a bit straighter.
"I'm not just a cat," the cat said indignitly, "I'll have you know that I am your familiar. Come with me now, we have much to talk about." the cat sauntered off in the direction Persephone was going.
Persephone wasn't thinking logically anymore. Her brain wasn't functioning. 'Cats don't talk. I must be hallucinating. Someone must have drugged my breakfast. This is crazy. Insane. I've finally snapped. I went off the deep end...I'm officially psycho...what the heck is a familiar?' she walked slowly and cautiuosly after the cat. Her face the picture of confusion.
The cat, meanwhile, was thinking hard. ' She doesn't seem to know anything about what she is. Oh dear...this is going to be harder than I thought.'
'This cat is just a figmant of my imagination.' she slowly started walking backwards until she came to another street. Quickly, she ran down the street towards her house, which was still a few streets away.
Persephone opened her front door slowly, and she peered inside. There were no servants running around, so she slipped quietly inside. She climbed up the stairs as fast as she could, taking them two at a time.
" Talking cats...people whispering...stop it...go away..." she muttered to herself. Sweat glistened on her forehead, and her eyes glanced furtively around.
Perhaps she had gone crazy.
I know...I know...this doesn't have anything to do with inuyasha. NEXT CHAPTER! I PROMISE! The next chapter is the greatest! IT'S SO FUNNY! LOL... Please tell me what you think of this chapter, even though it doesn't have anyone from inuyasha in it.
- AngelsTears15