Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Inu-yasha characters. They all belong to Rumiko Takahashi, my hero!
Note: Hey folks, I know I already finished this and it's already all posted –but I re-read it recently and I saw I had tons of mistakes and I didn't explain lots of things as properly as I should have. That's why I'm re-writing it! I'll try and make all the chapters longer and I'll explain things… All in all, I'll try and improve it:D
Introduction
When I think
back to that time, I think of all the sadness I felt. I also think of
all the sadness he felt as well. I had felt like a piece of
me had been taken from me –like God had ripped it from me. I had
felt betrayed, depressed, lost, confused… and in the middle of all
those feelings, I felt love.
So this is my story. I am going to
tell it to you –and I hope you listen. It all started in February
of my Grade ten year. February Eighteenth, to be exact.
I had
woken in the middle of the night. I felt weird… Kind of like
something had just happened. Something big. I heard a noise
down stairs –and it kind of sounded like… sobbing?
As I
hopped out of bed, I glanced at the clock. 3:32 AM. Why would someone
in my family be crying at this time? I opened the door to my room and
peeked out. Once I had opened the door, the sobbing had sounded much
louder. Like screaming sobs. Fear grew inside of me. Something had to
be seriously wrong. I slipped down the stairs to the front hall. I
tiptoed over to the sliding doors to the living room. I peeked
through the glass panes on the door. My mother and father were in
there.
I slid open the doors, and stared at the scene before me.
My mother was on her knees with her face in her hands –she was the
one doing the screaming sobs. She looked just like a child. Her
shoulders were shaking violently with each sob, and she seemed to be
rocking back in forth slightly. Something must be terribly
wrong.
My father was sitting in the chair with the side table
next to it that had the phone on it. His legs looked like the had
just given way and it was lucky the chair was there. His one hand was
gripping the chair, making the knuckles turn white. His other hand
held the phone in his hand. His face was pale and it seemed tears
were slipping down his face.
I felt like I couldn't move,
staring at my two parents likes this. What could've brought
something like this one? My eyes were wide, and I finally was able to
make my self move. I knelt down by my mother and wrapped my arms
around her shoulders. She looked up at me, and I finally saw her
face. It was red from crying so much, and her eyes were puffed up.
Tears streamed down her face. She hiccupped with each sob, and she
seemed to be trying to say something.
"Oh Kagome… She's…
She's… Gone!" She finally got out before burying her face in my
shoulder, while beginning to sob harder. My mother was a interior
designer. She loved bright colors and to dance –she was a very
happy woman all the time. I'd never seen her so upset! And
who was she talking about? Who was gone?
I looked up at my
father. I was scared. My insides felt like they were tightening in
fear. What could've happened?
My father was still on the phone.
"Y-yes… Thank you officer…" He said into the phone quietly.
He paused for a second. "No, there's no need for that. We'll be
fine…" Another pause. "Yes we'll… Come by to see… Yes.
Goodbye…" He hung up the phone then.
He seemed to cry even
more then, and he placed his face in his hands. His body seemed to
slump into the chair.
"Dad…?" I whispered.
He lifted
his face from his hands and stared at me.
"Kagome, I just got
some news… From the police." He said.
My eyes widened. The
police? What could've happened? Oh no!
"Kikyo… Kikyo was in
a car accident… She…" He stopped then and took an intake of
breath. "She didn't make it."
No. NO! How could Kikyo die?
This wasn't possible! How could this happen… No, this had to be a
dream. I pushed my mom away from me and backed away from them. I
turned to the wall behind me. If this was a dream, and I banged my
head against the wall, it wouldn't hurt.
I leaned back and
banged my head against the wall as hard as I could. Pain seared
through my forhead, and I wanted to scream it hurt so bad. I fell
back onto my back on the floor and stared at the ceiling. I reached
up and touched my forhead and felt something wet. Blood. Not a lot,
but I was still bleeding. It wasn't a dream. Kikyo was
dead.
Everything seemed to spin then. My sister was dead.
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I woke up in
the morning in my bed. For a second I thought I dreamed that, but
when I reached up and touched my forhead, I felt a bandage there. One
of my parents had probably done it for me, and had carried me up to
my room.
Realization dawned on me. My sister was dead. Kikyo, my
beautiful sister, two years older than me and who was about to
graduate this year –was dead.
I bolted from my room down the
stairs, pushed open the doors to the living room and stared at the
clock. The news would have just started. I turned on the T.V and
flipped to the channel. Somehow I knew, Kikyo would be
mentioned.
The news reporter was sitting there, already speaking,
and he was talking about Kikyo.
"Last night on the
intersection in downtown of Nerima, Tokyo, a drunk driver hit another
car, causing serious damage. One of the two passengers of the car,
Kikyo Higurashi, a seventeen year old high school student, was killed
instantly. The other passenger, Kanna Cadaver, is in a coma. The
drunk driver who caused this accident, was mortally injured and is in
Testsusaiga Hospital.
"We give our condolences to the Higurashi
family, for their loss. Kikyo Higurashi attended Shikon Jewel High
School, and would have graduated this year." The news reporter
finished before going onto some other news.
I turned off the T.V
and just sat there. So Kanna was in a coma. Kanna Cadavre was my
sisters best friend. She was nice, but very quiet. She was short and
had pale hair –she would've been an albino but she had extremely
dark eyes. I was good friends with her younger sister, Kagura
Cadavre. Kagura was probably going through the same thing as me –but
maybe not as worse.
I was crying again.
How could God have
let this happen to Kikyo? She was smart and had a lot of friends,
she was great at sports and she was on the honour roll at school. She
had been planning to go to Tokyo University –but now that had all
gone down the drain.
Right then –I felt angry at the world.
Angry at God. I had already lost a sibling before –Sota. When I was
six, and he was two, he had died of leukemia. I didn't remember him
much.
Suddenly, I recalled a memory of my mother crying again.
Crying like she had last night. My insides tightened as I tried to
imagine the pain my mother was going through –losing another child.
She was probably going through worse pain than me. Than any of us.
Just then, my four year old brother Shippo wandered in, I reached out
placed him on my lap and hugged him tightly. I wouldn't be able
to take it if I lost him too. "Don't ever leave me Shippo…" I
whispered, tears falling down from cheeks into his soft red hair.
He
hugged me back. "I'll never leave you 'Gome… I love you sooo
much! And I love Kikyo too! Mommy says she's become an angel. I
wish I could see her as an angel!" He said quietly.
That just
sent me over the edge in sobs. I couldn't take this.
End of the Introduction
Authors Note: Hey people! I re wrote the introduction. How does it sound? Is it better than before? Tell me what you think. I'll re write chapter one soon :D
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