Of Broken Things
Chapter One: Of happy endings.
Summary: I had a life once. You know, one where I was happy and everyday didn't feel just like yesterday. Where the sun rise was still beautiful and you had a reason to get up in the morning. I can still remember it sometimes, how I thought it would last, how I was so young and foolish. I can still remember him, sometimes, too. Probably more then anything. How safe and perfect it used to be with him. I remember how we vowed to get revenge for those who were killed. I remember the final battle. And I remember that last thing, the one that still haunts me every night. I remember him, dieing.
She stared at the monitor, going over the written words that spelled out her life. These people wanted fantasy, romance. She gave them just that, yet they never knew it to be real. Who would believe that demons actually existed? No one. They call it fantasy, what was her past, her life. They call it unreal, what he was, what she loved. Who she loved…
She sighed, closing her eyes when they started to water from being in front of the computer for way too long. Opening them, she continued typing, almost done with the last novel. Clicking noises filled the room as thoughts entered the screen, soon to be put out on paper.
If you ask me, have you lived happily ever after? I would say no. We lived, but not only with happiness, but so many other things. There was pain, sorrow, anger, even betrayal at times, but it is those things that make happiness so much more worth it in the end. It is life, to suffer and celebrate, to cry and to laugh, for you never have just one or the other. As many don't so, life is made up of so much. To divide it and balance out the good and bad would be near impossible, but they are of equal amounts never the less. Of when two people are in love, there will always be one who suffers more, and one who would be there to help through. It is only sad when one dies, and the other has to live forever with the consequences of having loved, and lost.
You can ask me which one I am, the answer is pretty clear.
I lived…
Ok so, may be it isn't too much romance, but they never said I wasn't allowed to make the ending just a bit truthful, right? After all, they said to make it based along the lines of a true story, with all the changes they made, I would hardly call it true.
Pressing print she got up from the chair and walked to her bed, falling on it and just relaxing as the printer shot papers out two per second. She was almost 21. She finally got her own place, and a good job. Well a job anyway.
What more could you want in life? In real life?
After all, despite popular belief, happy endings don't exist.
Next morning came much too soon and the annoying sound of the alarm clock pierced the only nightmare free dream she had in a while. The weather seemed to reflect her mood as cold rain slid down her window in tearful rivers. The blankets seemed to be loosing the fight of keeping her warm, so as her last hope she made the dash across the room to the hot water of the shower. The hot water quickly filled the room with warmth and warmed the petite female standing under the downpour with a troubled mind. She had plans for today she so desperately wanted to cancel and just curl back in her bed with an extra blanket. Maybe the nightmares would be encouraged to leave for good?
But she knew she could not do that. They would come back to haunt her in the end. Like they did all those other times. After so long, she just stopped trying. She learned playing pretend long enough to start believing it would bring nothing but trouble.
She snapped out of her day dreams and turned the water off, stepping out of the tub and into the steamy room, groping around for a towel. Finally finding a fluffy blue towel, she wrapped it tightly around herself. Opening the door to the room, she slammed it shut seconds later. The cold air of her apartment surprised her. Taking a deep breath she opened it again and made a dash for the closet. It seemed as though the weather was had the same idea about her plans for today. Stay home and you'll live.
She looked through her selection of clothing. Black colours stared back at her, and for once she seemed to notice how dull it seemed. No bright colours stood out. No yellow sunflower dresses every girl seemed to have for those warm summer days. No pretty pink skirts for those special days when you wish to impress that special someone. Just plain black skirts and strict tops that would make one think of a lawyer. She wasn't a lawyer. She didn't even go to college! She barely had an education and that fact seemed to have repeatedly come back to bite her in the ass.
Picking out plain black pants and a somewhat elegant looking blouse she quickly change and stepped to the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her. Mocking. Blue gray eyes that were so similar to her stared back. Raven black hair surrounded her face, dark red highlights spilling to give her a colder look. Full, but pale pink lips were curled in a frown. If she didn't know any better, she'd think herself dead.
Sighing at her own thoughts, she started on herself. Vivid green contacts hid her blue-grey eyes. Dark reddish lipstick covered her pale pink lips. Grey eye shadow covered the eyelids, and a bit of blush brought colour back to her face. She stepped away from the mirror and took in her reflection. Well, she looked more human then zombie like now.
She didn't like having to put so much make up on, but it had to be done. Silver teardrop earrings hung from each ear, and a silver necklace adored her neck. From a first glance, she'd look like a successful writer, happy with life. Too bad happy wasn't in her vocabulary. Fake, however was a popular word.
Black high heeled shoes adorned her feet and black pained toes stuck out.
With one last glance in the mirror, she picked up her purse and slammed the door closed. Once outside the safety of her own apartment, she was a different person.
She was no longer Kagome Higurashi. She was Kei Taishou, a successful writer and an orphan as everyone else was informed. Kagome Higurashi no longer existed. She died 505 years ago. Fighting along side of her friends in order to destroy the evil named Naraku. Everyone died in the end. Or so say the history books.
Okay, a new one. can you guess the pairing or who is the person in the summary?