Sorry it took so long to update this may not be the best chap. But it will do.
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha Rumiko Takahashi does. I also do not own Dir en Grey.
Nothing was more pitiful than how Kagome's arm looked. Even she knew it was sad. One her perfectly pale arm there were quite a few long jagged scratches. Not cuts mind you. 'God it looks like my cat just scratched me up' thought Kagome as she lay in the foamy bath. The bath didn't reflect how she felt, the bath was warm and bubbly, with many vibrant colors that shined when the light above her shone on them. Kagome's mood was dark and depressing, the happiness around her was just another façade. But what did she care? Why should she care? 'Yes why care?' thought Kagome as she shifted in the bubbles to become more comfortable. 'Nobody else cares' with those thoughts Kagome drifted away to a place where her thoughts could no longer reach her. The attempts on her life failed miserably. Why couldn't blood in the movies when you cut yourself be like blood in real life. In the movies it just poured out and wouldn't stop not just bleed for a second and cake all nasty. Kagome sat up only to reach over and switch on her CD player next to the bathtub. She changed the song to #1 of the her favorite CD's Dir en Grey. The song was Mindless Cult and the lyrics seemed to calm her nerves despite the screaming. As she lay there listening to the screaming of the voices of Dir en Grey her mind floated away just like the steam and time.
The next time Kagome awoke she was still in the bathtub and Dir en Grey was over. The bath now reflected her mood perfectly. The water was cold and a sickly green color thanks to her green tinted bathtub. All the steam and bubbles where dissipated, left only as a memory of loathing. Kagome lay a bit more before she got up and rinsed off under the freezing cold-water spout. 'I don't feel very warm inside so why feel it outside' she thought as she shivered again. The mirror once fogy now held nothing but clear brightness and the towel was also cold and so were her pajamas. No matter what she felt cold. Cold, empty, nothing. The person in the mirror was a void looking at itself, dark circles, pale face, incredibly thin. 'No wonder no one cares, I look dead already.'
Kagome made her way to her room and noticed that she spent three hours lying in the bathtub. Not surprised much, Kagome switched on the TV and watched for tomorrows weather report. The weather was supposed to be bright and sunny all week. Kagome sighed and turned off the depressing TV. Kagome pulled out her journal and wrote about her day. A ritual that she never broke, a ritual she couldn't break. It was engraved in her heart and her mind. The same thing everyday, the same thing every year at least since she was 12 and since now she was 17 it seemed a lot of years ago. Kagome put her journal away and shut off the light snuggling into the soft covers and enveloped herself in the comforting darkness, never caring if she woke up from it again. A lone thought flickered across her mind, a boy with silver hair and smiling golden eyes.