AAAAUUUUGHHH!! FUUUCCCKKK!!! YOU KNOW WHAT!! I TYPED THIS ENTIRE FUCKING CHAPTER AND MY COMPUTER DELETED IT!! AAAAUUGH!! I AM SO PISSED! NOW I HAVE TO RE WRITE THE ENTIRE FUCKING THING! SHIT! Hey, I just cursed a lot. ::stuffs soap in mouth:: :0
Chapter Ten
Waiting/ Part One
He sat at the base of his favorite tree, wind blowing his silver tinted hair which tickled his cheeks. He grinned and smiled up at the sky, watching the bright sun duck behind a cloud as he looked up. It was so nice out today. The nice calm weather amost made him forget where he was, who he was, where he was going after he left his favorite tree. He liked that feeling. Sometimes, forgetting things is the best way to deal with them.
He reached into his bag and weakly pulled out a hard cover black book. He had been using this book for the past couple weeks to write in, or draw in. He filled it with almost everything he thought or felt. Filled it with his dreams, filled it with his nightmares.
Right now it was about half way filled and everything inside was horrible. He remembered once looking inside of it and he was so scared by the things he had drawn in it he threw it against a wall and didn't touch it for a week.
He opened to a new page, taking in the scent of fresh paper. He clicked his mechanical pencil once and started to work on a new picture. After finishing his sketch, he examined it once, something he hardly ever did. He usually never looked at the pictures he drew. But he usually found that it was better not to. They were all so scary.
On this one was a child. It had long un-shaded hair and a blank, stoic looking expression on its face. It seemed to be waiting for something.
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He rocked back and forth from the point of his toe to the ball of his heel before pacing twice from one side of the small loading dock to the other, careful not to turn his face to the small school parking lot that the dock faced. He stopped eventually and sat at the curb with a sigh. He placed his elbows in his lap and on his hands, rested his head. His eyes drifted down towards his watch for the umpteenth time that afternoon. It read four fifty three. He did the math in his head. School got out an hour and thirty seven minues ago. And his mom still wasn't there.
Again, he searched the small parking lot for her car but again, he couldn't find it. He slumped down and buried his head in his lap, holding back tears. 'Maybe she forgot me. Maybe she doesn't want me any more. Not that anyone would want me in the first place.' A loud beep sent his head flying out of his lap and his eyes darted around the lot only to find, much to his displeasure, someone elses car. He didn't know who's it was, and he didnt really care either. He figured it was one of the after care kids parent's car. A lady had been kind enough o ask him if he wanted to go to the playground with everyone else who's parents were late but he simply responded: My mom is coming soon.
But she still wasn't there.
She'll be here soon. I know it. She wouldn't leave me. he affirmed to himself aloud. Everyone else wouldn't have a problem if he dissappeared from the face of the earth but he knew his mother would cry forever if she lost him.
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He clicked the mechanical pencil twice and set to work on a drawing. Not caring as pencil shavings got in his eyes and blurred his eyesight. He worked furiously, the pencil scraping lines across the paper.
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He was almost crying now. It was five o'clock now, and she still wasn't there. He stamped his foot down hard on the pavement and screamed in desperation. Maybe she really had left him. Should he walk home? He didn't know how to get home from his school. A tear streaked down his cheek as he fell to the ground, sniffing silently. He heard a honk and looked up, to find much to his surprise, the old beat up red Honda his mother drove. She stepped out of the car, lightly shutting the door behind her. She spotted him and smiled, her warm radiant smile, and just like that, nothing even mattered anymore.
She held her arms out and he got up, not bothering to grab his book bag first, and ran into her arms, squeezing her tightly, his crying had, by now, subsided, and he smiled brightly, just happy that she was there with him.
I'm sorry I'm late. She raised her hand rubbed his ear with her long slender fingers. I'm so sorry. The first quick glance of her son, collapsed on the ground, crying, had not escaped her. It near broke her heart. So so sorry.It's okay. he mumbled. I don't mind. he sighed. As long as you're here now, it's okay. He couldn't help but forgive her. When she smiled like that and held him and rubbed his ears, everything seemed so good, like if he died right then and there he wouldn't even notice. All the turbulence in his life stopped and it just seemed like everything would be okay. She let go of him.
Go get your stuff and we can go home, kay? She grinned and winked at him in a way that only a mother can do. He scurried over to the dock and scooped his backpack up in his arms and ran to the car in a gait that only small children could make. He dumped his bag in the backseat and climbed into the passenger seat of the car.
How was your first day? She asked, sounding pretty exited.
Umm, fine. He said, and then added. I guess.Sooo, it wasn't good? she asked. One of her ears drooped and the other averted towards him and she frowned.
I dunno. he said calmly. It wasn't bad. I just didnt love it. Then, at this moment, it was hard to be sad. His mom always made him feel better. He had begun to wonder if it were even possible to feel sad around her.
The children, did they tease you? she asked hesitantly, carefully, slowly wording her interrogation as if unsure how to ask it.
His mind was filled with their insinuating laughter and his head spun with the noise.
he answered.
she said and continued driving.
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The memory seemed to stab him as he remembered him. It was such a sporadic thought that he wasn't even sure how he came to think of it. But it was there. And just as easily as he remembered it he shoved it back to the corner of his mind, forgetting it once again. He stared down at the first picture he had drawn.
It reminded him of something, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. A picture? A photograph? A person he knew? A memory? He shut the book.
Heh, that looks like me. he said, laughing bitterly.
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READ THIS! ITS IMPORTANT! For those of you who are wondering, this is not all of chpater ten! You got it? Since, somehow my computer deleted the original tenth chapter, I had to re write it. I didn't have enough time to do the whole thing and since I missed my update time cuz I was in North Carolina, I don't want to delay you any further. This chapter was supposed to be longer and I will have the next part, which will be pretty short, out very soon, two to three days. I'm so sorry, you guys are so great to me, er, at least the majority are coughInu-Baby18cough
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Sleepwalking Chicken and HAP- Thanks so much for the review, you know that your reviews keep me sane don't you? And I'm glad you like the way I do Kagome, I like her too. I like how she is so coy and mysterious. Hee hee! And yea, she is rather carefree most of the time. Next chapter she has a kind of nervous breakdown. Kind of. Anyways, thanks so much for reviewing! You rock! ::huggles::
The Evil Liar- I like you Hehe, lol. I don't know you but I did enjoy reading your reviews, though they were quite short. Well, at least they weren't those one-liners that people write, like Update soon' God that annoys me. Anyways, I like reading present tense better, and the reason things change from past to present is that I started this story like 7 months ago and it was the third story I had started at the time, so I wasn't as good then and I was just getting used to writing this stuff. Thanks again for the reviews!
Lady Lydia- So you want happy memories huh? Sucks for you. Sadly, there are virtually NO happy flashbacks, or none that I have written or plan on writing anytime soon. Remember, Inu Yasha's life is virtually all pain. There is some happy shoved inbetween there, some nice mother/son moments, but that aside, no happy. Sigh It pains me to say this.
Inu Baby18- Look, I usually don't like to blast people on this site but in your case I feel its necessary. First off, I rated this story R for a reason, as soon as you read the first paragraph, you could just tell that this story wasn't going to be one full of joy and smiles. This is an ABUSE story. If you don't LIKE it then what the hell are you doing reading it? Not only that, but then you go and scream at me four times for hurting Inu Yasha. NEWS FLASH! That is what the story is all about! With out the abuse I wouldn't have a story. So if you don't like a story or something in it, please don't complain to me about.
Sabster- SABI! I havent heard breath of you in a long time! I too am obsessing over a video game, Kingdom Hearts. And Xenosaga, and FFX2. Its hard to balance the three, but I find a way to do it, somehow. I'm practically finished with all of them anyways. But anyways, update HB soon!!
CindyGirl- Well I don't really have any reply to you, but I loved reading your review!! Thank you! And yea, this story isn't too bad. Its my personal favorite. But I have so many new ideas for stories I want to write. I have actually started one on the sidelines. Its basically Kikyo's story. Its how she grew up, why she is the way she is and everything you would want to know about her. Probably wont be out for a while though. Thanks again.
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