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Recap:
As the young woman ran, it felt as if she were dreaming while still awake. She could easily remember all the good times she had with her 'love'. How he was always so romantic, charming…it was almost hypnotizing. How he could easily comfort her with just a shy smile or make her laugh when she was down…
All those good times were over now.
Broken Wings
Chapter 1
Sullied Relationship
"This just can't be happening!" Kagome screamed out to the heavens as she slunk down in her dress on the grass. She was panting heavily from running. With her head facing the sky, she watched the ominous dark clouds looming overhead.
She felt the first drops of a heavy rain slap her gently in the face. Kagome felt somewhat thankful for the rain; it would be able to hide her tears and shield her hurt from the world.
The hurt woman griped at her hand hard, hoping that if she could just hold on tight enough she would disappear. All the feelings of grief, anguish, loss…they all flooded her like the oncoming rain. She could absently feel the ground around her moisten up from the water droplets.
Without any concern of her looks or expensive dress, she laid herself into the created mud. Inwardly, she felt that this was her place; 'I belong here…I'm lower then even this melted dirt… I'm don't deserve to love anyone…it's all over."
Those thoughts collided inside her as the misery set in. Closing her eyes against the now pouring sky, everything had disappeared as she passed into a dismal sleep.
She could not have been out for very long, for when she woke up it continued raining and it was still late at night. Rising from the dirt bed, now clothed with mud and filth, she began to walk slowly home. Those tears rushed down her face and the salty emotion was drown out with the rain.
Eventually, her home came into view. Taking a key that was inside her sullied dress, she opened up the door. Expecting to see her mother, she stepped into the kitchen where they usually sat. Instead of a mother, there was a note.
'I won't be home until late morning, like around 5 am. Don't wait up. I hope you're date was a memorable one. Love, Mom'.
Reading those last lines, she crumpled the little note into a ball and chucked it unceremoniously into the garbage.
'I guess she's working late again.' Kagome sighed miserably. She had wanted so much to talk to her mother about the breakup; now she would have to wait.
She went upstairs to clean up the mud that had caked all over her. Undressing, she prepared for her shower. During the warm water that poured over her empty shell, that horrible night and Hojo's words replayed in her mind like a broken record.
The horrible feelings collided within her and it felt as if some unknown force was groping at her insides where her heart had once been. An invisible fire consumed her soul as hatred and pity flashed within her. She just wanted to retch.
Turning the water off, she stepped outside the safety of her shower and dried her body with the towel. She left her hair hanging and wet. Stepping into her room, her naked form looked around for something she needed. She nearly slipped on the wooden floor as the wet drips came off her body.
Kagome glanced under the bed, breezed through the closed and drawers; nothing.
Eventually, she found a pair of old jeans that was strewn across the floor. Digging into one of its pockets, she retrieved what she was searching for.
In her hands, Kagome held onto a shiny handle made of cold steel. Reaching to the side of it, she folded up the silver blade of her army knife. Trying to steady her hands from the convulsion of tears, she placed the sharp edge of the knife to the palm of her hand.
Beads of warm crimson blood slowly dropped down to the floor with little splashes. She stared at the wound intently, grimly entertained by the sight of her own blood detaching from her body. She felt no pain…at least physically; her mind was preoccupied with a broken heart to feel such a pathetic cut.
The inner pains slowly evaporated as the feelings of the slice in her hand became evident. Gliding her thumb across the wound, she removed the little droplets of sticky liquid. Realizing what she was doing, she dropped the knife suddenly.
She couldn't let Hojo do this to her…she wouldn't let him make her feel this bad. She had given him everything and he just threw it to the ground and let it shatter like china.
No, she would get over him. She vowed to show him that she was strong enough to move on by herself…she just didn't know how right now. She had been with Hojo for so long now that she had forgotten what life had been like without him. She had distanced herself from any friends she had and even avoided her family just to spend time with him.
Now that he had left her, there wasn't anything left. She wasn't going to cover up the fact that she was unhappy. Kagome looked through her closet and picked out an unusual outfit for the next day.
She picked up a black hoody that was about two sizes too big for her. Taking out a black pair of jeans and some jet-black shoes, the darker visage would be complete.
'I need to go shopping,' she thought bitterly as she saw the horrible selection of her wardrobe; everything in here was so bright and happy…it was disgusting! The colors varied from bright creamy oranges, to baby blue colored jeans. It simply sickened her beyond belief.
Kagome couldn't believe that she had once felt happy around HIM in the first place. She sat her new, darker, outfight out on the chair that was in front of her old computer. Picking up the knife, she folded the steel blade back into it's handle and placed it into the black jeans' pocket.
'Just in case' she thought.
She fell back in her bed, replaying the dreadful night in her head once more before drifting off into a dreamless night.
"Beep--beep"
She smashed her hand on the 'off' button of the alarm clock and looked at it drowsily. It read 6:30 am. She cursed under her breath, hating the mornings now. She got up and put on the punk outfit she chose from last night. She let her hair hang down loosely and neglected to do anything to it.
Glancing at herself in the mirror, Kagome realized that she looked quite good in black. She never would have thought she would wear an outfit this dark before…she was just too darn sick of happy colors; they reminded her too much of that darn Hojo.
'Things change,' she thought with a smirk at her reflection.
She came downstairs to see that her mother had left her another note.
'Dear hon,
I'm sorry I couldn't see you this morning; I had to get up early and get to my next job. I left you some money on the counter incase you need it. I hope you understand,
Love Mommy'
She finished reading and stuffed the note in her pocked like she did every morning. Not feeling like eating breakfast, she took the offered money and shoved it into her jeans' pocket. Walking off to school, she knew this was the one place that seemed worse then hell at the moment. She sighed heavily, thinking about that Hojo.
Once she walked through the dirty, white, double-doors of the school, she froze. Right in front of her in the hallway was Hojo. He wasn't alone though.
It was Hojo and that slut Kikyo…snuggling like two happy lovers!
Holding back her tears, Kagome put on a very bored expression to make it appear as if she could care less he was here…and with her!
Kagome bit the inside of her cheek to numb down the burning sensation she felt in her stomach. She felt like crawling under a rock and disappearing. She simply quickened her pace to her locker, not even glancing at the two hugging each other so affectionately.
The bell was going to ring soon and she wasn't going to let HIM interfere with her studies and schoolwork; it was the only thing she had left to hold onto. She frowned at the floor, thinking of how pathetic she must seem. She felt rather small, even to herself.
Classes had passed by as uneventful as ever, due to the fact that nobody would even give her a second glance. Now that Hojo had left her for Kikyo—'that little slut' she thought bitterly—everyone treated poor Kagome like trash…she had lost her popularity ticket and was now coined a loser.
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