(AN)I changed the chapter, it's now completely different. Why? Well I'm still not sure why I changed it; I guess is just like this version. And I'm sorry I haven't unpadded since ever, it's just lately I've been in this weird state after the Dawson shooting that happened on Wednesday September 13th, 2006. This kid in my class, his brother got shot in the foot, but someone mixed up the message and told him that his brother got shot in the head. That was a crazy day….

Be a hero destroy yourself

Chapter One

Gumball

-XxX-

A couple weeks ago…

Nuzzling her nose into her blue knitted scarf, Kagome ran up the steep steps, taking two at a time as she scaled the grungy apartment building. Her room was on the six floors, door 14, giving her plenty of time to think before she got in.

A scarlet poster, one that was much too big to be put outside, is hung on the wall by a crooked nail. A navy pattern was planted in the middle, looking like a chilled untouched ticktacktoe square. It has an old and mouldy smell, the corners seemed to be abused by time, and the usual bright scarlet colour was fading over the years.

Posters like this one were plastered all over the city: on walls, in magazines, on cigarette packs, on books, in banks and any other surfaces. The city or more like the whole country seems to be covered in a deep scarlet, letting everyone know that they were safe wherever they went.

The government had been here, protecting the country for over ten years. Surprisingly no elections have been held between those years, but no one questioned this. They were happy and safe so that's all that mattered, right?

Shoving her hand into her skirt pocket, she successfully pulled out her keys. Pushing it into the lock, she turned it counter clockwise until she heard a bold click. Pushing the door open with her shoulder, Kagome drew out a sigh as she heard the radio playing. She had probably forgotten to turn it off in her rush to get out of the apartment. It was surprisingly on 99.9, a station that she rarely listened to. It's political station, giving you the daily news, and everything else that you wanted to hear.

Shrugging off her knapsack, she threw it onto the floor, beside a half empty box. She had just moved in two weeks ago, having no time to unpack sins she was job hunting. And still, she hadn't had found one.

The room was humid, making her shiver as she her bare fee slid out of her loafers and onto the bare floor. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but still reached her mid back; she hadn't cut since that day her father brought her and Sota to the YMCA. Untying it, she shook it loos from its tangles, making it fall around her face like a veil.

She just wanted to crawl underneath a rock, and maybe live there for a couple of days. Or at least until everyone she had met today forgot about her.

Buyo came trotting up to her with a short meow, rubbing himself up against her bare ankles. Picking him up, she held the fat cat up to her chest as she dragged her feet towards the chair that was positioned right in front of the chubby television. It was left there by the previous owner, who probably realized it was a piece of garbage and was too lazy to bring it over to the dump. The television itself looked like an antique, with metal bunny eras sticking out the top.

Before she had time to reach the lonely chair, the phone rang once, then twice. Dropping the unexpected Buyo to the ground, Kagome stumbled towards the ringing phone. Pulling the powder blue receiver out of its cradle, she pressed it against her ear as she tried to catch her breath. "..Hello?" She finally said after a few pants for air. It was probably a probably prank call; she seemed to be having a lot of them lately.

"Hi, may I speak to Miss Kagome," A woman's squeaky voice asked over on the other line.

"Speaking." Kagome replied.

"Hi, I'm from Griffin & Tech and I was wondering if you can still make it for your three o'clock interview." The woman asked. Boredom seemed to linger in her voice.

When did she apply for that job? Puffing her cheeks as she tried to search her mind for the answer she just nodded as if to whomever she was talking to could see her. "Yah." She finally replied.

"Great, we'll see you at three then." The phone then went dead.

Putting the receiver back into its cradle, she passed her fingers through her messy hair. She had seen the building, but never had she thought of working for such place. The company sold fancy television and computers, making a small fortune; it wasn't something she really dreamed of working at, but they probably paid well.

Looking over to the large black clock that hung over the stove, she let out a surprised shriek. It was already two thirty!

Dragging his nails down the wood of the table, he winced in annoyance as the librarian walked past him. The woman was little on the fat side, but that didn't stop her from wearing a tight skirt, making her nylon stockings rub together, which made an eerie sound.

Pulling his hat further down on his damp hair, he dropped his chin onto the table, making his jaw shut in a painful way. The librarian was now at the other end of the room, teaching some four-eyed dimwit how to use the encyclopaedias.

To him, Libraries are just a death trap. He only came in here because it was pouring rain outside and, and he seemed to have missed placed his house key, or more like he lost it.

He hated how everything was so quite except for the occasional sound of a page being turned. The only person in the whole damn building who wasn't acting like some kind of mute, was the girl who was crying her heart as she tried to read a book, but ended up making every page damp with her tears. The librarian got surprisingly pissed off and almost took the book away from the clingy girl.

The girl sat just across from him, not even noticing that he was there, which was pleasantly good, because he didn't want to hear her life story.

On his away over here, on bus 90, an old woman who wore a fur coat, which look more like road kill glued together, decided to sit right next to him. Even though the whole bus was empty, except for the hobo who was sitting in the far back, she decided to sit right beside him, leaning into him, breathing his air, and taking up his personal bubble.

As if on the cue, she started to tell him how her morning was, and how she knew that it was going to rain because her fingers were swollen, and how some teenage boy tried to look under her dress. She then decided to tell him that her daughter was thrown off a cliff in some freak accident this morning.

He hated those kinds of people; how they think you want to hear how their horrible day was. As if he cared.

Stuffing his hand into his deep pocket, he pulled out a jewel. It was shinny, round and looked like a gumball. Passing it through his fingers, he kept his eyes on it, making him look hypnotized. Snapping out of his sudden thoughts he heard a small shriek.

The crying girl was in utter shock as she looked down at her book. She had seemed to have ripped a page. And the crying started again. Clamping a hand over her mouth, she muffled a couple of sobs as she dropped her head onto the table.

The librarian looked ready to kill.

He could feel his stomach tie into knots as her sobs became louder. How could someone cry for so long?

He was going to puke if she didn't stop soon.

She had a faint idea that the librarian was going to strangle her if she didn't stop her crying soon.

The book that she was trying to read seemed ruined by her tears and clumsy hands, making her feel even worse. Closing it, she pushed it away, scared she might end up shredding it to pieces.

Everything was blurry through her wet eyes, making her world spin for some strange reason. She was only in this horrible state because of Buyo.

After she had left the apartment, she had spent around half an hour searching for Griffin & Tech, she finally gave up and went back home. As she arrived to her door, she saw her landlady standing on the mat, with a plate of cookies. She was there to inform her that Buyo had gotten hit by a car, and the body wasn't found.

She had eaten the cookies in a record time and had written a poem on how she loved her cat, and eve made a little song which she had already forgotten about. She decided to go to the library, thinking if she stayed home it would just make her sadder. But it didn't work.

Sucking in a sharp breath, she wiped away her last tears. She knew she looked horrible, she probably had puffy red eyes, and her hair must have looked like a birds nest. But everyone was in their own world; they didn't seem to notice her.

Looking up from her trembling fingers, she noticed that there was a boy who was sitting in front of her. He was clutching onto his mouth, gagging as if he had just swallowed a string. A hat clung onto his head from the rain, and aviator sunglasses covered his eyes. He had on an army green hoodie, with its hood pulled up.

Bolting out if his chair, he stumbled across the floor as he ran towards the washroom. Watching him disappear, she slinked back into her chair. Why did everyone run away from her?

Something cold and soft rolled up to her hand, making a shiver run down her spine. Looking at the object, her eyes brighten up. It was a pink gumball.

Picking it up, she couldn't help but crack smile. When she was younger, she and Sot used to always buy them with their parents pocket change. Without thinking, she slipped the bubblegum onto her tongue, letting it roll around her mouth. It felt so smooth on her tongue.

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