My World
Chapter Three: Wanderer
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. This is really a waste of time.
No, I didn't die but am still very busy. Sorry this chappies is short. . Thank you Majakins, and I'll try to make it more obvious CrazyPoet. As previously stated, all will be revealed in chapter thirteen.
I just want a place to lose myself...But what if I'm lost forever?
Crack. Thunder lunges across the sky, destroying its target, an unsuspecting and innocent-looking tree, with an unmatched precision.
Sometimes it's lonely here. The thoughts, tricky little things spin round me like webs. It won't be long before the web becomes too thick to tear through.
Sometimes the sun is shining, and pretty glistening raindrops wash away the mud from leaves, leaving little sparkling dots on my face.
There nothing like these raindrops, that pierce like little daggers.
This is how it has to be.
On the outside its sunshine, always. I have but one hope, and it in itself is quickly fading. Dying, that hope is, quicker even than me.
Sometimes the sunshine burns my eyes, but then, as I was always told you're never to look straight at the sun. Could make you blind.
In here the weather is harsh and unpredictable. Out there everything is.
I ignore the cracks and booms. I can't want to be here, this is where the nightmares live. If I don't hurry one might catch me.
Just never let the mask of sunshine fade, if I did...No good could possibly come of it.
The world has better things to do than worry about me.
No one would ever suspect that I go here of all places. They probably think I go to a glistening world of flowers and candies, little milk rivers.
They're very very wrong.
It's better like this, to lurk. I don't want to hurt anyone.
I keep trying to go to the shadows, just surrender myself to them, but they always haul me out. I could fight a lot harder, you know. Keep them farther.
The place I have reached is entirely unremarkable, neither unpleasant nor happy, neither the monster nor the savior.
I have to stay here for now. Only time will tell whether I will be allowed happiness, or death. Not me. Time. Have to remember that.
Every time I try to find a home within the darkness someone comes and sets me free.
If only for a moment.