Here it is! My second chapter. Sorry it's so short.
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I sit and stare at the wall opposite of me. I don't know how I will face the stares and questions at school. All I know is that there's something there for me. I can feel it. The knife in my left hand quivers slightly. I used to be able to cut myself so easily. It wouldn't hurt. But now... I remember some of his last words.
::Be happy::
And so I shall. I will be happy, I will go to school and thrive like any other good little girl.
Kagome let the knife fall to the floor with a clang. Leaving it there, she pulled on her sweater, and walked down the stairs to lunch. Someone may find it, and someone may accuse her of self-mutilation, but she didn't cut herself. Not this time, anyway.
"What's for lunch, mum?" Kagome asked slowly, kneeling in front of the low table. Dishes were all ready set.
"Oden. Remember, that's your favorite." Since Saturday when Kagome ate dinner, her flesh was slowly returning to her bones. Her eyes that had been sunken in were slowly filling out, and she was turning into the beautiful girl that she was.
"Yeah, I remember..." 'the first time he...' Kagome shook her head. "It's my favorite."
"Good, it's almost done, can you go get Souta?"
"Sure."
Kagome trudged weakly up the stairs, and paused at the top. Her strength was barely near to returning.
"Souta. Lunch." She managed weakly. Soon she would be in shape, like she had been with... him. She swallowed the lump that rose in the back of her throat.
"Sis, you ok?"
"Yeah..." She said shakily. "Yeah, I'll be fine."
"You don't look so good..."
Kagome nodded, and threw a hand over her mouth. Souta jumped out of the way as she stumbled to the bathroom. Her skinny legs sprawled out on the floor as she retched into the toilet. Since she had started eating, it was harder for her body to accept food.
My body will get used to it. People are meant to eat. I am meant to eat. I glance around for a towel, and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. There, that white one... The one I had walked into my room wearing. I found this extremely amusing at the moment, and giggled into the toilet bowl. That was the time when I walked into her room with only a towel.
She washed her face and hands in the sink and brushed her teeth. They felt all gritty from the acid in her stomach, and her mother always told her that it could rot her teeth.
Kagome spit out the frothy minty stuff and grinned in the mirror. She looked like a skull. Kagome suppressed a sob. Inu-yasha would be so upset if he saw her like this.
"I'll make it better. I'll get healthy." 'For you.' She threw the towel down on the toilet seat, and walked with trembling legs down to a burbling bowl of Oden.
I did not eat much this time at lunch, just because I was still queasy from my little 'encounter' with the toilet bowl. Souta, on the other hand, was inhaling the stuff at an incredible rate. I fought the smile that cracked my lips.
Miss Higurashi hid her own smile with her napkin. Her daughter was finally turning back to her smiley self. Something had happened. Her hope was strangely renewed.
"Gochisousama deshita." Kagome said with a slight bow of her head. This means something along the lines of 'I'm done eating now.' Or 'May I please be excused.' Her mother nodded, and Kagome took her bowls out to the kitchen. School would be starting tomorrow.
'Something's there. I can feel it.' She thought with a grim look. What exactly, she didn't know. 'Fate. It's definitely fate. This was fated to be, so I shall fulfill it. Even if it means abandoning my feelings for Inu-yasha.'
He's dead any way. He went to go spend his time with Kikyou in hell. I can't bear thinking about him being forever tortured. He doesn't deserve it. Thoughts like these have gone through my head for ages. Why can't I just forget about him and move on?
'Because you love him'Kagome snorted. 'Loved, he's dead now.'
'Just because he's dead, doesn't mean your love has died as well.'
Kagome finished her dishes, and wiped her eyes on the back of her hand shakily. He hated it when she cried.
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Okay, so I know they're short, but I'm reluctant to keep on writing if no one responds. Until I get sixteen reviews, I don't think I should continue. It will get better, but it is a bit Angsty, so hold onto your hats. Plus, once she meets... the boy, the rating may change, so buckle up as well. C'mon, that's two chapters, so if I can get six new reviewers to review on each chapter, it'll all be fine. (At this point I have Four Reviews) THANKS.
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