Fall To Pieces

Chapter Two

A/N: Sorry it took longer than usual to update. I've had a really exhausting week and I just didn't feel like spending my time anywhere near a computer. (Blasphemous, right?) But I've finally got it up, and I hope you enjoy!

Reviewer Responses:

Laurell-chan: I've been told that I'm a bit of a worrywart. I just get worried that I'm wasting people's time by having them read my crappy fics. But I'm VERY glad that you like it! I tried my best to describe his home and neighborhood because it plays a big role in how he behaves and the rest of the plot, I think. I'm glad that I could inspire you to continue writing, and thanks again for the review!

Crimsontears824: Thank you, and hears the next chapter!

RisuBento: You've got yourself a deal. I'm seriously in love with your story, lol. I also love those types of fics, I find them easier to relate to and imagine…

Thank you for your reviews, people! And keep up the good work! It's your reviews that inspire me to continue this story! Without you guys, it could just end up in a scrap heap somewhere in Brixton (I used to live there). Ewwwww.


It was cold out when he walked home that day. The rain had stopped pouring, if only momentarily, and he reveled in the feeling of the mist clinging to the air. Something so simple, yet so soothing, sent his mind off in a million directions. These were his favorite types of days. He hated the rain, but he loved the affect it had on the world. Outside it looked dead and cold, but the feeling was alive and energetic. He felt that days like these reflected him as a person unlike any other type of day. On the outside he may seem beaten down and dead, but on the inside he was still fighting.

A small laugh escaped his lips. That was preposterous, comparing himself to the weather. If it were anyone else he would have called them a pansy. But, in truth, that was how he really felt. He felt like a rainy day.

He could see his house looming in the distance, the white side paneling guiding him home. The porch was bent and a little decrepit, but he ventured through it and to the door. His mom wasn't home, which didn't surprise him, and all of the lights were still out. If he didn't know any better, he'd say the house was abandoned.

Throwing his bookbag down by the door, he climbed the creaking stares to his bedroom—his sanctuary. This was one of the few places where he could be himself. His bed was rumpled and looked as if it had never been made, and, in truth, it hadn't. But he liked it that way.

"Why bother making your bed in the morning," he used to say, "when you're just going to climb in it again that night?" Piles of clothes littered the floor, unwashed and wrinkled, and something foul smelling wafted up from one of the corners. But this was his refuge, his shelter from the outside world. He was forever imprinted on its walls.

The sound of his stomach growling pulled Inuyasha from his thoughts. Deciding that it would be best to eat now, he trekked downstairs to the kitchen. The lights were off there, too, and there were flies buzzing about the sink, desperate for any scraps they might find. Ignoring the fridge once more, he turned to the cupboards. Just when he was about to open the door, something behind him caught the corner of his eye.

There was a note taped on the fridge, scribbled on old steno paper and torn at the edges. Picking up the note, Inuyasha tried to read the sloppy handwriting. It was his mom's.

Inuyasha,

I went to the store. I'll probably be back later, don't make a mess.

-Mum

Scowling, knowing that it was probably the liquor store she was talking about, he scrunched up the note and tossed it into the trash bin. The cupboard was empty again, except for the repulsive pickle jar, and Inuyasha's stomach growled in disapproval. He dug through his pockets for some money, fingers crossed on one hand. His left pocket waved a Hoover Flag, but in his right he found a few quarters. Two dollars worth, to be exact.

There was a McDonalds two blocks down and he decided that walking was better than starving to death. Under normal circumstances he would be completely opposed to fast food—it was too greasy and God only knows where they got the meat. But this wasn't a normal circumstance, now, was it? He was starving, he had two dollars, and he was determined to eat.

The walk didn't take too long, but, to his luck, the small fast food establishment was packed to the brim. The line was to the door and all of the seats were already taken. Sighing and crossing his arms, he waited an excruciating twenty minutes to get to the front of the line. The lady behind the counter had the distinctive look of someone who hated her job and waited for him to place his order.

"What can I get for this?" He asked, lying the quarters down on the counter. She gave him an annoyed look before counting the change and turning to the board over her head.

"You can get a burger, a large French Fry, or two apple pies," she answered in a bored tone. He thought for a moment. None of it sounded overly appetizing.

"I guess I'll go with the burger." She typed in the order on her computer and took his money, shooing him to the other end of the counter. It took way longer than the ad "Fast Food" suggested, in his opinion, and he briefly contemplated suing for false advertising. But then he remembered that he didn't have to money for that nonsense, and took his food and sat outside.

It was still overcast and cold, but the breeze offered a nice atmosphere for eating outside. The burger was still hot in his hands and ketchup dribbled from one end as he bit into it. The brief notion that the burger was once a cow crossed his mind before he pushed that thought aside.

The fast food restaurant, if you could call it a restaurant, sat alongside a fairly busy road, where the speed limit was 55mph. Cars zoomed past going way over fifty-five, creating a background noise like none other. It was a dangerous place to be sitting, but that thought never occurred to Inuyasha. That was, not until he heard the scream.

The sound of brakes screeching to a halt and a young girl's frightened voice yanked Inuyasha from his thoughts, causing him to drop his burger and jump to his feet. Near the end of the carpark by the road, several cars were dominoed into each other. Inuyasha couldn't see the reason why they all stopped, but he had a pretty good guess.

Running at full speed, he headed to the front of the cars. There, a girl no older than him was crouched down with her hands blocking the top of her head. She was whimpering and he could smell the distinct scent of salt in the air. Just when he was about to call out to her, another car crashed into the pile and the cars came flying in their direction. Doing the only thing he could think of, he grabbed the girl around the waste and pulled her to the curb.

It all happened so fast that he didn't have time to actually think about what had just happened. His mind was racing a mile a minute. All he knew was that there were six cars compacted into one, and a crying girl in his arms.


AN: I know, I know, it's short and a bit of a cliffie. But I got bored, so I stopped it. Sorry.

I'm British, so I don't know how much money you can get for two dollars. Also, I never eat Fast Food. But I know 2p isn't a lot, so I just kinda' went by that. So if its like WAY off, please tell me so I can change it… Also, I know that there's more to the order than that. Like she would have probably said, "Will that be for here or to go?" But you know what, I had you guys in mind the whole time. I figured you didn't want to read any of that nonsense, so I just skipped it. I figured you know how it goes. So really, you should thank me. Also, my British-ness got in the way regarding the speed limit. I hope I got that right…

I'm not too sure about this story. I was liking it when I first started it, but my other one seems to be doing SO much better. I mean, I like it…but I don't know where to take it. I'm having a bit of a writer's block. So maybe you guy could give me some suggestions or something. It might be a while before I update this. I apologize in advance, if that happens. I just don't know where to go with it…But if you like this, check out my other story. It's pretty good, I think.

I think this one's good too, it's just that nothing's happening in it…That's why added that car part, for some drama, but…BLEH! I'm so frustrated right now. I need to stop this before I get pissed. :P