Effexor-antidepressant Darvon-painkiller Xanax- tranquillizer
Rain fell down from the skies, clattering onto the ground and running amok. A boy ran through the collapsing sheets, his long hair plastered to the sides of his face. He couldn't seem to see, nothing helped. The rain fell into his eyes and he tried to keep running, but nothing seemed to work anymore. Cars honked and slid out of his way, blaring, their headlights twisted through the violent rain that fell around the city. He tried to move, but something bound him still. He finally stepped onto the sidewalk and ran into an uncovered ally, the blankets of rain cascading upon him.
His knees gave out and he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. The rain fell down his arms and mixed themselves with the liquid, staining the ground red and rushing off in a river of crimson towards the street. Lightning flashed sinisterly accross the sky, lighting up the world in a blaze of light. He sat on the ground, in his rain soaked clothes, staring at the sky, trying to make out something that told him he was still in reality.
'I'm still here. I know it!' he exclaimed to himself. He let the rain pound on his face, waking him up. He was losing himself to the usual torture that wreaked havoc on his life. The visions that played normality before his eyes began to dissapate, losing their hold on him and leaving him there. It was as though he had broken from his body. He seemed to know that there was pain, but he couldn't feel it, not anymore. He seemed to watch the world pass with glazed eyes. The traffic accross the stree became just a figment of his imagination and the deep, grasping void came and claimed him once again.
The rain continued to fall all through the night. The boy slowly opened his eyes, the feeling of coming back to his reality began to click in. The fog began to fade from his vision and he blinked slosly, aware now of the rain dripping on the side of his faces, the blood pouring from open wounds. He struggled into a sitting position, wincing with the pain and effort. He stood and began to walk off through the rain, treading the lonely path back and away from his only escape.
The boy arrived at the front of a comforting looking home, which lit up in ghastly shadows with the next lightning crash. He walked up the slippery sidewalk, fishing for a set of keys in his pocket, and let himself in the house.
He shook his head, his long hair flying about and sending water droplets cascading to the floor. A man walked around the corner.
"Where have you been?" he demanded. He seized the boy by the neck. "There had better be a reason, Inuyasha." he snapped, catching up Inuyasha's long ebony locks in his fingers and pulling them.
"Why, whadoyou care." snarled the boy. he began to walk down the hall towards the stairs.
"Young man, you should listen to your father-"
"You are not my father. You are a man who looks after me."
"I am a foster parent who has legal rights over you, I am legally your father!"
Inuyasha was already at the top of the stairs. He gave not even a backwards glance and his footsteps echoed along the hallway.
"Hey" greeted someone as he entered the room. Shippo was sitting on the bed.
"What's wrong, Inuyasha?" he asked sympathetically. Inuyasha flopped onto the bed.
"You're soaked. You're gonna catch a cold!" he informed. Inuyasha heard the tiny boy running off into the bathroom and heard his return. Something was flung over him as he lay immobile on the bed.
"You can dry yourself." said Shippo. When Inuyasha made no movement to even dry himself, Shippo ealped onto the bed and rigerously rubbed the towel over his back.
"OwowowowOWOWOWOW! STOP!" shouted Inuyasha, pushing himself into a sitting position and snatching the towel, rubbing it over his long hair. Shippo sat down on his bed and eyed the older boy.
"You really need to stop fighting those guys." said Shippo, watching Inuyasha wrestle himself out of his sopping t-shirt and fling it on the ground. Bruises covered his torso and blood streamed down his arms from two slices. Inuyasha muttered something and stomped into the closet, returning wearing a pair of sweatpants and carrying a bottle of painkillers.
There was a knock at the door and someone stepped in. A young woman with her dark hair falling free about her shoulders stepped into the room.
"Are you two-" she began, but her gentle face changed in an instant. She crossed the room and grabbed the bottle from Inuyasha.
"Give it back! I need that!"
"For what?"
"Sango, are you blind? I'm dying of bruising!" snapped Inuyasha, extending his hand. Sango popped the lid.
"I'm moderating your dose this time. Two." she said, shaking the small white pills into her plam.
"TWO?/! Are you insane!"
"Would you like one, and call it a night?" she asked sweetly.
Inuyasha glared at her repraochfully. He extended his hand again and Sango tipped the two small pills into his hand.
"You really got banged up again. What happened this time?" she called, sitting down on the foot of Shippo's bed and watching Inuyasha dissappear into the bathroom.
"Nothing."
"There is nothing as empty as one of your 'nothings' she called at him. he came out shaking water out of his face.
"So, they randomly showed up and tried to fight me, problem?" he snarled back.
"Who won?"
"I did." he snapped, the pain slowly ebbing out of his torso. Sango shook her head.
"When will you learn, fighting is not the answer." she sighed.
"What, was I supposed to sit there and take a thrashing? I think not." he snapped. The wind howling interrupted conversation. Sango changed the subject.
"How do you sleep with all this noise? I can't even begin to fall asleep!" she exclaimed. Inuyasha strode past her and pulled open the top drawer of a dresser, moving through many rattling bottles. He grabbed one and tossed it to Sango.
"Xanax? You don't!"
"You only need one. All it does is help you sleep!" he snapped. Sango snapped the lid and took one, swallowing it whole.
"This better work." she muttered, marching out of the room. The door closed behind her with an impudent snap. Inuyasha shook his head and turned to the younger boy.
"What did you do today?" he asked, busying about to get ready for bed.
"Two more people came today." he said. Inuyasha looked back at him.
"Well..."
"Well?"
"Are you being adopted?" he asked. Shippo shifted uncomfortably.
"They wanted me-"
"Don't tell me you turned them down!"
"Well-"
"WHY! You can get out of here!" Shippo looked up at him.
"I want to stay!"
"What for?"
"Because, I'll miss you!" he burst out.
"Why? I'm not worth anything." muttered Inuyasha into his pillow after flinging himself onto his bed, the Darvon taking effect on his bruises and the Xanax taking his consciousness.
"Yes you are." Inuyasha opened his mouth. "End of discussion." he said. Inuyasa turned over in his bed and was asleep within minutes.
'I wouldn't dream of leaving here without knowing you're gonna be okay' thought Shippo before turning over and trying to sleep, the wind howling rattling the pane.
Rain fell down from the skies, clattering onto the ground and running amok. A boy ran through the collapsing sheets, his long hair plastered to the sides of his face. He couldn't seem to see, nothing helped. The rain fell into his eyes and he tried to keep running, but nothing seemed to work anymore. Cars honked and slid out of his way, blaring, their headlights twisted through the violent rain that fell around the city. He tried to move, but something bound him still. He finally stepped onto the sidewalk and ran into an uncovered ally, the blankets of rain cascading upon him.
His knees gave out and he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. The rain fell down his arms and mixed themselves with the liquid, staining the ground red and rushing off in a river of crimson towards the street. Lightning flashed sinisterly accross the sky, lighting up the world in a blaze of light. He sat on the ground, in his rain soaked clothes, staring at the sky, trying to make out something that told him he was still in reality.
'I'm still here. I know it!' he exclaimed to himself. He let the rain pound on his face, waking him up. He was losing himself to the usual torture that wreaked havoc on his life. The visions that played normality before his eyes began to dissapate, losing their hold on him and leaving him there. It was as though he had broken from his body. He seemed to know that there was pain, but he couldn't feel it, not anymore. He seemed to watch the world pass with glazed eyes. The traffic accross the stree became just a figment of his imagination and the deep, grasping void came and claimed him once again.
The rain continued to fall all through the night. The boy slowly opened his eyes, the feeling of coming back to his reality began to click in. The fog began to fade from his vision and he blinked slosly, aware now of the rain dripping on the side of his faces, the blood pouring from open wounds. He struggled into a sitting position, wincing with the pain and effort. He stood and began to walk off through the rain, treading the lonely path back and away from his only escape.
The boy arrived at the front of a comforting looking home, which lit up in ghastly shadows with the next lightning crash. He walked up the slippery sidewalk, fishing for a set of keys in his pocket, and let himself in the house.
He shook his head, his long hair flying about and sending water droplets cascading to the floor. A man walked around the corner.
"Where have you been?" he demanded. He seized the boy by the neck. "There had better be a reason, Inuyasha." he snapped, catching up Inuyasha's long ebony locks in his fingers and pulling them.
"Why, whadoyou care." snarled the boy. he began to walk down the hall towards the stairs.
"Young man, you should listen to your father-"
"You are not my father. You are a man who looks after me."
"I am a foster parent who has legal rights over you, I am legally your father!"
Inuyasha was already at the top of the stairs. He gave not even a backwards glance and his footsteps echoed along the hallway.
"Hey" greeted someone as he entered the room. Shippo was sitting on the bed.
"What's wrong, Inuyasha?" he asked sympathetically. Inuyasha flopped onto the bed.
"You're soaked. You're gonna catch a cold!" he informed. Inuyasha heard the tiny boy running off into the bathroom and heard his return. Something was flung over him as he lay immobile on the bed.
"You can dry yourself." said Shippo. When Inuyasha made no movement to even dry himself, Shippo ealped onto the bed and rigerously rubbed the towel over his back.
"OwowowowOWOWOWOW! STOP!" shouted Inuyasha, pushing himself into a sitting position and snatching the towel, rubbing it over his long hair. Shippo sat down on his bed and eyed the older boy.
"You really need to stop fighting those guys." said Shippo, watching Inuyasha wrestle himself out of his sopping t-shirt and fling it on the ground. Bruises covered his torso and blood streamed down his arms from two slices. Inuyasha muttered something and stomped into the closet, returning wearing a pair of sweatpants and carrying a bottle of painkillers.
There was a knock at the door and someone stepped in. A young woman with her dark hair falling free about her shoulders stepped into the room.
"Are you two-" she began, but her gentle face changed in an instant. She crossed the room and grabbed the bottle from Inuyasha.
"Give it back! I need that!"
"For what?"
"Sango, are you blind? I'm dying of bruising!" snapped Inuyasha, extending his hand. Sango popped the lid.
"I'm moderating your dose this time. Two." she said, shaking the small white pills into her plam.
"TWO?/! Are you insane!"
"Would you like one, and call it a night?" she asked sweetly.
Inuyasha glared at her repraochfully. He extended his hand again and Sango tipped the two small pills into his hand.
"You really got banged up again. What happened this time?" she called, sitting down on the foot of Shippo's bed and watching Inuyasha dissappear into the bathroom.
"Nothing."
"There is nothing as empty as one of your 'nothings' she called at him. he came out shaking water out of his face.
"So, they randomly showed up and tried to fight me, problem?" he snarled back.
"Who won?"
"I did." he snapped, the pain slowly ebbing out of his torso. Sango shook her head.
"When will you learn, fighting is not the answer." she sighed.
"What, was I supposed to sit there and take a thrashing? I think not." he snapped. The wind howling interrupted conversation. Sango changed the subject.
"How do you sleep with all this noise? I can't even begin to fall asleep!" she exclaimed. Inuyasha strode past her and pulled open the top drawer of a dresser, moving through many rattling bottles. He grabbed one and tossed it to Sango.
"Xanax? You don't!"
"You only need one. All it does is help you sleep!" he snapped. Sango snapped the lid and took one, swallowing it whole.
"This better work." she muttered, marching out of the room. The door closed behind her with an impudent snap. Inuyasha shook his head and turned to the younger boy.
"What did you do today?" he asked, busying about to get ready for bed.
"Two more people came today." he said. Inuyasha looked back at him.
"Well..."
"Well?"
"Are you being adopted?" he asked. Shippo shifted uncomfortably.
"They wanted me-"
"Don't tell me you turned them down!"
"Well-"
"WHY! You can get out of here!" Shippo looked up at him.
"I want to stay!"
"What for?"
"Because, I'll miss you!" he burst out.
"Why? I'm not worth anything." muttered Inuyasha into his pillow after flinging himself onto his bed, the Darvon taking effect on his bruises and the Xanax taking his consciousness.
"Yes you are." Inuyasha opened his mouth. "End of discussion." he said. Inuyasa turned over in his bed and was asleep within minutes.
'I wouldn't dream of leaving here without knowing you're gonna be okay' thought Shippo before turning over and trying to sleep, the wind howling rattling the pane.