A Broken Concept
Chapter 3
Scarlett glared at his back. He was doing it again.
"What do you mean you didn't pay the rent?" she growled at him, watched as he took another beer can out of the fridge and flicked it open. His dark brown eyes focused on her crystal green ones.
"I mean I didn't pay it. I had to pay for the weed, which, by the way, you smoked with me." She narrowed her eyes, brushing the long red hair from her face, getting ready to scream.
"Shove it, I heard enough out of you today." he threw her away as he walked past her, shoving her into the door frame as he made his way towards the TV.
She rubbed her elbow, feeling another bruise forming.
Without another word, she grabbed her purse, and stormed out.
The door slammed shut on the way out.
He didn't even look up.
Kagome flipped throught the channels on the TV, happy that her parents left on vacation. For once, privacy was in every corner of the house. She was free.
And of course, there was nothing on tv.
It was Friday night, and she was bored out of her mind.
She contemplated watching a horror movie, but then thought better of it. Living in a giant house by yourself and watching horror movies was a bad idea.
But when she looked back at the TV, knowing nothing good was gonna be on for hours, her finger twitched.
She wanted entertainment damn it.
Or she'd die of boredom.
Sighing to herself, she lifted the remote, ready to press the button that would give her nightmares until her parents came back, and-
The doorbell rang.
She dropped the remote, paniced, and promptly tumbled off the couch, landing rather paintfully on her behind.
Getting up and pulling her twenty times over-sized old shirt down on her body, she wondered who could possibly come at this time.
It was almost midnight.
She took a deep breath, calming herself.
Inside her head, she chanted her mantra "It's not a horror movie, it's okay."
She opened the door just as the lighhtning flashed.
For a moment, she almost screamed, but caught herself just in time.
"Scarlett?" she whispered.
Looking at the girl now, she looked so different. Her long, red hair was wet and messy, dripping rain on the doorsteps. Her eyes red from crying, and her purse hanging limply from her hand.
"Scarlett, what happened?" the girl whispered.
"I hate him." she said as another tear ran down her cheek.
Kikyou stood in front of the mirror, studying the person who stared back at her. Dull grey eyes connected with her own, and pale lips turned downwards into a frown.
What happened to her?
She used to be happy. Used to be the captain of the cheerleading team. She wondered what ever happened to that.
But she knew, she knew as soon as her eyes found his picture stuck in her mirror frame.
Oh how the mighty hath fallen.
A tear streaked down her face, and her grey eyes shone with regret.
What he has done to her.
He watched the girls walk by. Winked at some. Waved at others.
But his eyes kept wandering back to her.
She was still sitting at the corner booth, glaring at the seat opposite of her. Willing someone to appear out of thin air.
He waved at another passing blonde, watches her giggle and flounce off.
Then back to the girl in the corner booth. He contemplated going over there, but she didn't seem to be in a good mood at all.
He looked around the club, looking for his friend.
Instead, the giggly blonde came back.
She stood next to him innocently. Slipped her hand in his. Made sure he had a grip on the paper, she bounced off again. Only looking back once, to wink at him.
Then she was gone.
He looked at the paper in his hand. Unfolding it, he stared at the digits and the name written on there.
Smiling slightly to himself, he slipped the paper in his pocket.
Well what do you know?
Looking around the club again, his eyes strayed back to the girl in the corner booth.
He was feeling brave tonight.
Taking a deep breath, he made his way through the crowd.
She glared at the drink in front of her. Then at the empty seat across from her. Then pulled pitifully at the uncomfortably short dress.
'What am I doing here?' she wondered to herself. Looking around, everyone was in couples. Dancing, laughing, and having a good time. Again, she turned her head to glare at the empty space across from her.
And she was waiting for a miracle.
She looked at the untouched drink in front of her, and taking a deep breath, drank half of it down.
Making a face, she stared at the green liquid in disgust. Whatever this was, she should remember never to order it again.
Her eyes wondered back to the couples surrounding her, and she pulled on her dress again.
Her eyes fell back on the half finished drink.
'I guess it's just you and me tonight.' she thought, taking another sip of her drink. This time it went down easier. But she was still not happy about being stood up.
Just as she was about to catch a waiter for another drink, she noticed someone moving in to sit across from her. Someone who definetly wasn't her date.
"I noticed you looking rather bored here." the man shouted over the music.
She glared at him. Both of them knowing she wasn't supposed to be here alone. She picked up her purse, ready to stalk off and kill her date, which, still hasn't arrived. "I'm not interested." she shouted back to him, standing up.
"Wait." he shouted before she could even stand. "Just wait." he repeated. "I'm Miroku." he told her, extending his hand.
Rolling her eyes, she shook his hand. "And I'm still not interested." she replied. Taking her hand back, she turned away.
"Give me five minutes," he called after her. "If you're still not interested, I wont bother you again."
She turned back to him, confused and intrigued. Her brown eyes looked into his strange violet ones. "You seem awfully confident for a guy who'd just been told to get lost."
He chuckled, scratching the back of his head, and looking at her from under lowered lashes. "Yeah, stupidly charming, isn't it?"
She laughed, sitting back down at her table.
I was feeling increadibly miserable lately. My parents left on vacation, I don't even remember where. I deleted their email as soon as I got it. All I know is they'll be gone for weeks, and I had a huge house to myself and a credit card with a ten thousand dollar limit at my command.
And I was still feeling miserable.
I was sitting in my room, staring outside in the puring rain and wondering whats the point?
I was going to die.
It has finaly sunk in.
Nothing I did anymore would change that.
I was gonna die before I even got to graduate from highschool.
Before I had a chance to try and survive on my own.
Before I really got to live.
And I hated the world then.
I pulled the loose black shirt tighter around myself, then looked carefully at the scars on my wrist.
It was my fault, but I didn't care.
I wanted to blame someone else, wanted someone to take the blame for my stupidity. It was easier to breathe that way.
So, I blamed my parents. Because they didn't notice until it was too late.
I blamed my friends for running away when they should've stuck around.
I blamed every single person I could think of, because I wanted to.
I wanted them to feel bad, because I did, and it hurt, and it drove me crazy, and I hated the feelings that kept bouncing inside me and I refused to cry and everything just kept getting worse.
Lightning flashed and I watched my reflection in the glass of the window. I barely wondered what happened to the girl I used to know, but then I guess she died. Just like I was going to.
Then I got mad.
I didn't deserve this!
Sure, I did a stupid thing, but so what! A million people are out there killing and torturing people, starting wars and spreading illnesses to gain power and they got to live! What could she have done in her short 16-year-old life that she had to die for?
I realised I was crying when lightning flashed again, and I saw myself again.
I was miserable.
Pulshing myself away from the window, I plopped down in front of my computer.
I wanted someone to understand me. To tell me that I didn't deserve this. I wanted someone on my side.
I roamed around the internet for a while, stumbling through chat rooms and scanning over peoples problems before I stareted a conversation.
I was determined to find someone who'll understand me.
I girl named Roxy caught my attention, and after a while of snooping through her convesations with other people, I decided she was the one. She would understand.
I talked to her for a while. Realised she lived about half an hour drive from where I was. Found out she was my age, same grade. Came from an extremely poor family and wanted to change the world.
I almost laughed at home childishly innocent that sounded.
I got her e-mail, and we chatted online for a while.
I decided to drop the bomb.
I told her about my accidents, about my inevitable future. I spilled all my anger and all my self-pity into the conversationand she hasn't said a word.
I expected her to say a lot of things.
Except for what she said.
She told me I was stupid for thinking the thngs I did.
I told her I wanted to just kill myself and not have to wait.
She told me thats about the dumbest thing she ever heard.
She said everything happened for a reason. I didn't deserve to die, that was true. But milions of innocent people died everyday in wars and of dieses and they didn't deserve it either. Life wasn't fair, but you should never give up.
She said I had time left to do something, to be remembered for being someone.
I had things other people only dreamed of having. I lived in a mansion, had more money then I knew what to do with. People were starving and fighting for their lives everyday without even a thought of giving up and I was willing to throw away everything I had for no reason at all.
Only then did I find out that her brother was dying as well, and they didn't have enough money to get him the surgery he needed.
I may not have the perfect family, but I had a few friends, and I had a lot more opprtunities them most people do in their lifetime.
She went ofline without a warning and I wondered if I'll ever talk to her again.
I sat in front of the computer, shocked and confused but almost understanding.
I came to my sences when tears dripped down my face and on my hands.
I woke up.
And I realised that I wasn't dead yet.
I was still alive and I could change things.
I remembered her words and they echoed in my head as I typed an email to Roxy, saying she was right, and I was an idiot, and thanking her for making me understand. I said I hoped we could meet, and I hoped I could see her brother. And then I turned of the computer and the light and cried until I fell asleep.
I'm sorry, this took a while. I didn't proof read this chapter, so excuse any spelling errors.
Please R&R.