Wise Words from a Fool
Life is like an ice cream enjoy it before it melts.
We could all take a lesson from crayons: Some are sharp, some are beautiful, some have weird names, all are different colors; but they all have to learn to live in the same box.
Hey guys always remember you are unique just like everyone else!
Chapter eight...right?
It's been three days since my confession and the tears have yet to cease. Call me pathetic but I think I'm breaking down. Slowly and surely I am crumbling to the ground, and eventually there will be nothing left. My brother is still missing, but somehow I know he is okay. His father on the other hand is a mess to say the least. Being the kind person that I am I offered to stay and help him out around the house in his time of grief. So does that make me a kind hearted littler girl? I think not! For the real reason I asked to stay here was that I have nowhere else to go. I am just so thoughtful. Yeah…I am always thinking about…myself.
Sesshomaru tried to contact me yesterday several times, and left a message saying that Rin hadn't come back yet. I don't blame her. She was just starting to fit in with the ice cream family when the big bad Sesshy kicked her out. What a chump! Jerk or not, he still cares. I guess that is the difference between him and Inuyasha. There was a part of me that almost positive that Inuyasha would come after me, forgive me, maybe even love me. But no such luck has ever existed in my world.
Sesshomaru said that Kikyo has Inuyasha believing some bullshit about how I didn't trust him with my secret, but I trusted everyone else. That had to be an even bigger lie than the one I repeated for the past three years. I didn't tell Inuyasha because I was afraid that I would put him in a position that would initially lead him to jail. Not only that but I was also afraid that he would reject me like he is doing now.
"Kagome!" Mr. Kagimia boomed loudly from downstairs. He has been watching the news the whole time that I have been here. Making sure that his son was never in it.
"Coming!" I yelled back before pulling one of my brother's sweatshirts over my head. It felt like old times again, even if was only for the second. When I was younger I had always been smaller than Souta so I could wear his clothes all the time, and now I here am again back to my old habits.
In order to humor my stepfather I raced down the stairs as if I really cared about what he had to show me. When really I knew that Souta was to smart to ever do anything stupid enough to have him wined up in a bad situation.
With the TV coming into view I stopped in my tracks. There…on the screen…was my face. Not my current face, but my bad face, the criminal in me. Right there on channel five I was broadcast to the city, possibly the country. I brought hand to my heart and shuddered with fear. They are going to come for me and they are going to take me away.
'…and exactly how do you know Kagome?' I could have screamed.
'Well, you see three years ago she came to the ice cream shop that my boyfriend runs and posed as a boy. She was totally lying to us until finally on like Tuesday she fell apart like right in my arms and balled forever. She confessed everything and said that she was thinking of killing again. And get this; she wanted to do it to my boyfriend. I was like no way, this is not happening.' Kikyo, the now seemingly hideous Kikyo was destroying my life on television.
'Do you have any recent photos of her?' The newswoman asked impatiently.
'No way! That criminal acted like taking a picture was like being electrocuted or something. I bet she the only photo she wanted to take was the one for her mug shot'
'Thank you Kikyo Rivers. Everyone on channel five news appreciate you bringing yourself to speak. We know how difficult this must be for you.'
'You really have no idea. I better go. My baby has been so crushed since he found out that he had harboring a murderer.' Could she have been anymore crueler? This has to be a dream. It can't be real.
"What are you going to do Kagome?" Mr. Kagimia looked up from the TV for probably the first time.
"Run." I said simply. What else was I supposed to do? "Do you mind if I take this sweatshirt? It's kind of cold outside."
"Uh…no. I don't think you should leave here. It's not safe." He was so concerned it made my heart ache for a real father. I wish I had a nice dad who would sit for days on end just waiting for me to come home to him. That would be the day that boys stopped thinking about sex and girls ended the gossip.
"I have no choice. If they come here be sure to tell them you haven't seen me since I was kid. That will keep your profile on low key. Promise me you'll do that." I can't afford to have him be pounded by authorities especially now. I need him to stay as strong as possible in case my brother comes home.
Flashback
'It's your fault she's dead! It's your fault I am alone!' My father had raged on in his normal manner. He had hated me so much for reasons that I had no control over. I tried to be his little girl, but I failed miserably in that department.
It was on that particular day that my dad was more drunk than usual. Which was pretty unbelievably considering how wasted he was all the time. He was beyond slurred words and wide hand gestures. He had moved on past tripping and vomiting. The next stage, the worse stage, was one that he had only reached once before. The last time he had been smashed that bad had been the night my mother died. He didn't remember it at all, but I do. He pushed her. It was his fault, not mine.
I had prepared myself though in case it ever happened again. I had made sure to turn off my feelings, if there were any, for my father.
I stood hunched in a corner of our old kitchen, ducking far down hoping that he wouldn't see me. It had worked for the moment. Then I made the mistake of moving and in the process I knocked over a pan that had been scooted of the edge of the counter. He heard the din and turned violently. I jumped up as fast I could and rushed past him, barely missing his swinging arms.
'Get back here you snot!' His voice echoed throughout the house and I screamed in panic.
Into the dining room I ran with him on my tail. I spun around and pulled a chair out in hopes of him running into it. It worked but it didn't give me enough time to really get away. He reached out and grabbed my hair, tugging with all his strength. He practically flung me over the table. All the plates shattered beneath me and left gushing scars for me to remember what I wish I could forget. With my hair still wrapped within his fingers I kicked and yelled for release, and it came. I pulled away from him so quickly that I found freedom, where he only found a fist full of broken hair. I leapt from the table and raced through the living room and opened the door to the basement. After nearly falling I had both feet firm on the cold ground. There I searched for salvation.
'No way out now sweetheart!'
With purpose and the stair rail, my father actually made it down to my level. I shook with fright for it was the end. He came at me and stepped to the side quickly not realizing what was behind me. Before his mind could register what was happening my father's stomach slammed into a broken pipe that he had meant to fix in prior years. Almost instantly blood coated his back and pooled down his legs. I watched in horror as my last parent died in the most brutal way. I choked back bile and took several steps back until I met a wall. Down it I slid in anguish while I listened helplessly to the gurgling nonsense that spouted from my dad's mouth. Death poured from heart as I heard him take his last breath.
Reality
It's funny how history has a way of repeating itself. Here I was again, in the same park that I was in when became aware that I was going to be wanted for murder. Stooped near a stream on a rainy day. The irony of it all was almost enough to make me laugh. Almost, but not quite.
"Hey kid, are you all right?" I rubbed the may cheeks of evidence to my pain and looked up into the most beautiful eyes. Screw it. I let go of my pride and sobbed long and hard. It was so relieving. "You know just because you didn't kill me doesn't mean I forgive you."
I gave a rough chuckle and smiled through tears. "I am so sorry. You got to understand."
"I don't have to do anything, but I am going to try. First thing first though."
"What."
He paused and breathed in seriously. All I could do was wait for the worst. "Have you ever thought of me naked?"
"Inuyasha!" I hit him over the side of the head and felt wonderful. We laughed together for what seemed like forever. He took my hand and started walking me across the park. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed all of my friends waiting outside an ugly green mini-van. Then I spotted Kikyo. "I can't go with you."
"What?" He thought I was joking and kept walking.
"I mean it. I can't go with you guys if she there." I stood my ground and glared at Inuyasha's girlfriend.
"Why?" He looked from me to where my eyes were directed and finally comprehended what I meant. "She isn't going to do anything."
"She's already done enough. Because of her they are looking for me again." It was a mystery to me. How could Inuyasha not get that?
"What did she do? I had to find out sooner or later Kago or Kagome. Whatever." He really was clueless! No way.
"Inuyasha! Don't you know that she went on the news and broadcasted the whole story! She even gave them a current sketch of me! She sold me out and you expect me to get in a car with her now? You're crazy."
"What are you talking about?" Again Inuyasha was out of the loop.
"Never mind. When you get back turn the TV to channel five, okay?" I shook my head and started off the opposite direction. "Bye you guys!" I yelled over my shoulder.
From behind me I heard Sesshomaru order Miroku to turn on the radio, but that was the last that could make out before heading over a little hill. Muffled voices changed in tone and two of them raised considerably. The next thing I knew Sango was telling me to come back. But it was too late. Things would never be the same. Why even try to go back to the norm?
You can fall from the sky.
You can fall from a tree.
But the best way to fall.
Is in love with me.
isnt' that awesome...ya i thought so...
...and here is the joke of the chapter...A man walked into an ice cream shop...
Man: I'd like some chocolate ice cream.
Scooper: I'm sorry sir, but we're out of chocolate. Would you like something else?
Man: Yes, I'd like some chocolate ice cream.
Scooper: I'm sorry, but we don't have that. Would you like to try a different flavor?
Man: Well... yes. I'd like some chocolate ice cream.
Scooper: We don't have that. How about a different kind of ice cream?
Man: I'll have some chocolate ice cream.
Scooper: Look, Mister, can you spell the "van" in vanilla?
Man: V-A-N.
Scooper: Can you spell the "straw" in strawberry?
Man: S-T-R-A-W.
Scooper: Can you spell the "f" in chocolate?
Man: But there is no "f" in chocolate!
Scooper: That's what I've been trying to tell you!
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