Disclaimer: ok, by now you know the drill. I don't own the characters or the song. This song belongs to Tori Amos. If you have never heard of her then, shame on you!
Also, you may notice that my writing style has changed a bit. It is a little more detached. That is due to the stress that I am under right now. All the good things are happening to my friends while I sit and deal with my cheap life.
Nightmare with a Silver Lining
Chapter 3.14
Silent All These Years
Morning calls for the happy song of birds, cute, barking dogs, and dark purple bruises. Well, actually, blue and purple. Kagome buried her head deeper into her soft red pillow and tried to absorb the last bit of sleep. Then she reached out to let her clumsy fingers switch off the alarm. Then, she shifted her weight and let her pale, cold feet touch the fuzzy, gray carpet. She reached her hands above her head and released a yawn and looked down. Her black gown slipped up a bit and revealed the dark splotches on her upper legs and ankles. Also, small scabs of formerly bleeding cuts ran along her upper left arm and shoulder. They were not bad; not one was longer than three inches.
Excuse me but can I be you for a while
My dog won't bite if you sit real still
I got the Anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again
Yeah I can hear that
She slowly padded down the hallway to her blue bathroom with a quiet beach scene. Her shower curtain sported soft, warm, yellow sand. This was such a contrast to the water that beat the floor of the tub from the shower head above. It was cold as ice. Hot water burns on fresh cuts. Rose and jasmine, citrus and cucumber melon, all the gel, soap, shampoo and conditioner that had been given through the ages via birthdays and Christmas thrived in the cold, clear water.
Been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say you know but nothing comes
Yes I know what you think of me you never shut up
Yeah I can hear that
A soft blue t-shirt and plain jeans are the best thing to blend into a crowd and not be noticed. School was not so bad but the people in it were like predators waiting for someone to stand out. Blending in is a defense mechanism (sorry, I just re-watched Spiderman 1. heh).
But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice and it's been
here
silent all these years
Cover up is a wonderful thing. It is like a mask that hides the worst of blackness from bruises and makes one look normal. Even though there is no normal. Normality is based on statistics so it is really just characteristics that the majority have in common.
Kagome glared at her refection. It wasn't her looking back, but it would have to do. She grabbed her lip gloss and headed silently down the plush stairs. She stopped about half way down. Her father was there as usual. He had the paper up in his face and a hot plate of eggs and bacon in front of him. The lingering smell of cigarette smoke intertwined with the aroma of salty bacon that made her sick. She slipped down into the battle field and attempted to stay out of the older man's eye sight. I would love to tell you that he didn't see her, but then I would be a liar and a bad narrator.
So you found a girl who thinks really
deep thoughts
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts
Boy you best pray that I bleed real soon
How's that thought for you
"Where are you going? The bus won't be here for another forty five minutes." (Blu: There, did I spell it right now? Skitzo: YES! )
"I was going to skip breakfast and take a nice jog," she said the sheepish lie. "I can buy something at school." She actually held no hunger and the nauseating smell was making her sick.
The man let the top of the newspaper fall and his olive green eyes glanced at her. Indifference. He didn't care. Then he pulled the paper taut and it covered his eyes from her.
"Don't bother buying anything. You don't need it."
Her jaw dropped. Then she turned around and grabbed her black backpack and slung it over her shoulder. Kagome was barely aware of her feet moving. The doorknob was not really there and the world outside felt cold. Even though the blaring TV next door said it would be around 80°.
My scream got lost in a paper cup
You think there's a heaven where some screams have gone
I got 25 bucks and a cracker do you think it's enough
To get us there
"So this is what it is like. The felling is overwhelming and strangely comforting. The feeling of being numb. It is kind of nice to forget all of the pain. Just let it go. No pain, confusion, sorrow, happiness; ok, so it is not the best thing in the world, but hey. It is better than crying myself to sleep at night." Kagome put down her pen. The time between classes was over and the teacher had entered the room. There is no more time to write.
But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice and it's been
here
silent all these..
Drama class was no where near fun. It involved interacting with people who have you on their hit list. That or you must talk to strangers who look at you funny. The teacher was no better. She tried to help the shier students to open up. She wanted a miracle.
Kagome paused her thoughts and looks around. There was at least one chair distance between her and the next person. Everyone else in the class has found their cliques and was happily chatting about things that didn't matter. Suddenly a feeling broke through her numb wall. Loneliness. Kagome closed her eyes to try to stop the sting and lowered her head. What a great way to begin the day.
Even better, the teacher said she was sick and asked the students to get to know their neighbors while she went to her office, rubbing her temples.
Years go by will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by if I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds raining in my head
Years go by will I choke on my
tears
Till finally there is nothing left
One more casualty
You know we're too
easy
easy
easy
A shadow loomed over her. Kagome slowly lifted her head. A boy with a cute, boyish face looked at her with a smile. His height towered over her and gave the impression of a friendly giant who looks at his little woodland creature.
"Is this seat taken?" He asked politely in his smooth, charming voice. It was more as a way to make the girl talk than to ask for a seat. She returns the gesture with a cold glare.
"I don't need people, and I don't need pity," she replied coolly but inside, she wondered if maybe she had attracted the interest of her tormenters. Maybe she misunderstood them.
Well I love the way we communicate
Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape
Let's hear what you think of me now
but baby don't look up
The sky is
falling
Your mother shows up in a nasty dress
It's your turn now to stand where I stand
Everybody lookin' at you
here take hold of my hand
Yeah I can hear them
The boy lost his smile, but quickly gained it again, "This is the only seat left. May I sit here and keep my head on my shoulders?"
'There go any thoughts of being real.'
The pale girl looked around. Indeed, the giant was correct. The only seats without cheery, happy idiots in it were right beside her. She turned back to the stranger and nodded her head in silent approval.
He sat down next to her and yet, his height still lingered like a bad taste. After moments of awkward silence, the boy lifted a finger and gently poked the brooding girl.
"What do you want now?"
"I haven't any friends in this class and I figured that you needed some conversation also," he paused, "and maybe some sun, you look deathly pale."
Anger flared. Kagome's eyes changed a deep olive green, and she focused her anger on her new neighbor. The boy only laughed.
"I don't know what you find so funny when you have just found yourself an enemy!"
"Well if I were you, I'd be thanking me."
"And why would I do that?"
"I made you have an emotion. Congratulations."
But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes I hear my voice
I hear my voice
I hear my voice
And it's been
here
silent all these years
Kagome snapped her head away and would have just ignored the world for the rest of the day, but something caught her attention. It actually caught more than that. She locked eyes with amber.
I've been here
silent all these years
Silent all these
Silent all these
Years
Who is it? ok, i know you all know. forget a cliff hanger here... but i do have a nice suprise... inu is not in the next chapter! I seriously cut him out... odd? naw... i just needed fluff.. so we have Rin.
Kagura: your welcome for he inspiration… I guess. I didn't really do anything but whatever. Glad you liked the story… even if I can be mean with cliff hangers. You guys don't even know the real plot yet so this will be fun, and the cliffies will get worse… Mwuhahahaha.
Lyn: I will, but I am putting off my science project right now to type chapter 4. Hope you like it.
Editor's note(skitzoid) Well, you actually spelled "minutes" right, but I can tell you RP a lot. You keep switching up the time your in, from present to past. I'm keeping it to past tense. I think your story is better with past tense. The only other thing I really saw was minimal spelling errors and that stupid thing computers do from time to time with the substitution for commas, and single and double quotes. You're right the writing is somewhat choppy, but its flowing with your thoughts.
Yes! Finally spelling 'minutes' correctly! I'm so proud! hugs Anyways... Yeah, not too many mistakes in this one, dolls. So here have fun drink it up. Er... not drink... not drink... Read it though... -Makila-sama-
Happy calculator naming day people! and remember... be kind, please rewind.. er... review. yeah. whatever. -blu