I have some bad news, mildly good news, and good news. Bad news first, I can't find the document that the story is in and I'm near tears about it. Mildly Good news, I'm not giving up on finding it. Good News, if it comes down to it I'll write the story from where I left off and use my memory on the chapter I had been working on.
P.S Life's a Bitch
This is sampler maybe changed in the next chapter. I'm not sure when it will be out but it will be this month. If you see anything wrong with the little piece here just E-mail me. The plan is to replace this chapter with the real one when it's done. I appreciate all of the reviews though.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho.
Life wasn't fair. It tormented her nonstop. Made her want to die only to be saved. Choked her only to let her gasp for air. 'I'm not going to wait for death to take me this time. I'll make it take me against its will or not.' With all of her might she opened her eyes scanning the room around her. On a nightstand to her left had a glass plate holding a half eaten cookie. Ignoring the pain that shot through her arm as she reached out taking the glass plate in her trembling hand she dropped it onto the cold tiled glass floor.
The loud crashing and slitting of glass did nothing to help her pounding headache. Little by little she inched her way to the side of the bed. A thin layer of sweat formed over her. She panted from the strain on her body. Reaching down to the floor she tried to grab a piece of glass. Frustration settled in after her third try and with a newly formed determination she grabbed a triangular piece of the ground. She held onto it as tightly as she could. The glass cut into her hand but she paid no attention to it. Laying back on the bed she let a smirk cross her features. "I actually did something right." Blood trailed down her hand to the bed sheet turning pale blue into crimson. Before she knew what she was doing a hand grabbed her wrist painfully yanking out the glass that was held within it.
No pained cry made its way past her lips though as the glass once again cut her. She put on her mask of indifference. Looking up at the intruder who dare stop her from her attempt to kill herself.