Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. Don't shoot… I mean sue. Also don't own song. Song is "Vitamin R" by Chevelle.
Nightmare with a Silver Lining
Chapter 3
Vitamin R
Some will learn many do
Cover up or spread it out
Turn around had enough
Pick and choose or pass it on
Buying in heading for
Suffer now or suffer then
It's bad enough I want the fear
Need the fear cause he's alone
(And he has become)
Kagome went home with full hands and a full mind. Her hair clung to her skin as the sweat intermixed with the scent of her cheap perfume. It was her mother's. A single tear fell down her cheek as she hurried the rest of the way home. He father couldn't be there before her. He didn't like empty houses.
Well if they're making it (making it)
Then they're pushing it (pushing it)
And they're leading us along
The hassle of (hassle of)
All the screaming fits (screaming fits)
That panic makes remorse
She clutched her sketchbook closer to her chest, and her legs twisted in pain. It was one thing to have to walk a half mile home but with forty pounds of books on your back, it was pure agony. The raven haired girl took another deep breath and sped up. Pain builds character, right? Her mind was tangled with complicated thoughts and she was drowning in them. This drowning, however, did not last forever as she tripped over a crack in the concrete and fell forward.
She dropped her sketchbook and attempted to move her arms as a counter balance but all she manadged to do was switch the direction of her fall and topple backwards. Her backpack kept her upper body from touching ground but her leg was less successful. It was captured under her in the fall and took the blunt of her weight. Kagome slowly pulled her leg from under her and examined it.
After all what's the point
Course levitation is possible
If you're a fly achieved and gone
There's time for this and so much more
It's typical create a world
A special place of my design
To never cope or never care
Just use the key cause he's alone
(And he has become)
He's alone
(And he has become)
It wasn't broken but it was painful to put weight on. Even a little set it off to throbbing.
"Guess I won't be getting home on time," the distressed girl muttered to herself and agonizingly pulled herself off of the hot asphalt. She was right, she wouldn't make it on time.
Well if they're making it (making it)
Then they're pushing it (pushing it)
And they're leading us along
The hassle of (hassle of)
All the screaming fits (screaming fits)
That panic makes remorse
Inuyasha collapsed on his overstuffed couch in exhaustion. His day had been uneventful and yet draining. He now, at least, had one friend to talk to and that would help this mission to be bearable. Sango, the girl in his history and math class, was a lot like him. She had moved to California the year before and had yet to make any friends. She was also different which gave her some advantages over him. She was from New York and was used to being alone in a crowd. She also actually had a real hobby. She developed homemade movies. That was why she had her video camera. She saw him and his horrified look when her drew the sketch and wanted to capture it in her mind.
He actually knew very little about his new friend. He didn't ask why she looked pained all the time or why every folder in her binder was orange.
She was one of those confusing girls. She was one of the ones that change her mind and got upset at some little thing because it reminded them of something that they will never tell you. Yeah, she kept to herself, but she did make conversation at lunch. And her eating manners were bearable so she must be a good person.
Over and over a slave became
Over and over a slave became
Over and over a slave became
Over and over a slave
Inuyasha became entangled in his thoughts of his new friend and began to drift off into dream land. When he woke up, it was dark and the phone was ringing. He didn't bother to look at the caller I.D. He just picked it up.
"Hello?" he asked and was slightly surprised at the worry in his voice.
The only thing that answered him was sobbing. The person on the other end sounded desperate.
"Hello?" he asked again.
"You were right," the voice hoarsely whispered. "Help me…"
Well if they're making it (making it)
Then they're pushing it (pushing it)
And they're leading us along
The hassle of (hassle of)
All the screaming fits (screaming fits)
That panic held before
The next thing he knew, he was running. He didn't know where but he had to help this person. Then he stopped. In front of him was a familiar and yet foreign scene. A person with wet black hair was curled into a fetal position and coughing up blood among other things. She whispered a chant to herself and her hand was clutching a piece of paper. She let go of that paper and it rolled to his feet. Inuyasha picked it up and straightened it out in his hand. It had many words but one thing stood out. There was a swastika in the middle and a drop of blood had landed in the middle.
The girl in front of him stopped shuddering and turned to him. A deep scratch was stretched across her pale face and her emerald eyes looked through him. "It is too late," she whispered before falling to the ground.
Inuyasha bolted upright on his couch and felt the cold sweat that covered him. It was still light outside.
"This is the reason why I am here," he muttered to no one in particular. He was alone. "I will not be too late."
Well if they're making it (making it)
Then they're pushing it (pushing it)
And they're leading us along
Like a cancer caused (cancer caused)
All the screaming fits (screaming fits)
And their panic makes remorse
(And the plot thickens... I hope that wasn't too confusing or dark for you.)
(Oh! And special thanks to my editors who have been patient with me and my awful spelling. Thank you for not blowing my head off. Eye relly ned too wrk onn mie spwelling. Its sux.)
Skitzoid: wooo… thanks for finally editing. You need to read closer… there are lots of odd quirks that I give people… ok… that all
Yusuke3: thanks for the sarcasm…. I guess. I hurried, happy?
Kagura: I miss you soo much, especially the senile comments and odd rantings. And everyone has to be tall. The world ish too tall…
Lyn: say more and maybe I will... just kidding.
Editor's note: Skitzo: you seem to like the "a's" this time...and to all her faithful readers you can blame me for the late update because I was lazy and kept forgetting to send this on to the second editor of this wonderful fic. Please forgive me. (shameful self blurb: please read my fic: Unsung Heroes. I've revamped the first chapter and it's much better than it was.) I know Blu really loves it when you review her fic so please review. or I'll sic my two squirrels on you. O enjoy!