A/N: Hey everybody. Chapter 2 up. Something I have clear up first: in the last chapter I may have had a little problem where I accidentally uploaded a part of chapter 2 into chapter 1. I apologize for any inconvenience it may have caused but it will not happen again. Anyway, here it goes.
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Chapter 2: Behind these hazel eyes
School.
I used to love it. But now I hate it.
I hate the way students all gawk at me like I'm some kind of animal on display at the zoo. I hate all the teachers. They're always asking me how I'm feeling or if I'm okay. A few times when I'm not feeling well or I fall asleep in class they ask if I want to go to the nurse. I always refuse. I told Inuyasha about it once, and he freaked out on Sesshomaru. He later told me that Sesshomaru might have shared some of his beliefs that I'm abused with some of my teachers. That only made me less trustful.
I feel everyone's eyes on me as soon as I step into the hall. It makes me uncomfortable. I pull my sweater tighter around me and tug my hood down over my eyes. Holding my backpack tightly, I sped up and darted towards my locker, ignoring the pain that flooded my veins form last night's beating. I twisted in the combination and opened my locker.
When I had gotten what I needed, I jerked in surprise when I saw Inuyasha standing there, leaning against the lockers with his arms crossed over his chest. "I-Inuyasha…!" I stammered.
"I smell blood."
"It's nothing."
"And fear." He put his hands on my shoulders shook me very gently. "Did he beat you?"
I flinched, and he loosened his grip.
"Did he?"
"…Yeah…"
"Come on." He led me down the hall and pulled me into an empty classroom and shut the door. Locking it, he asked, "What happened?"
I told him.
"That ass-hole," Inuyasha growled. "I never liked him." He looked at me sharply. "You should've called me. I would've come and take you to my house. My mom wouldn't have minded."
"I'm fine. It was nothing."
"Liar."
I should've said something. But what could I say? The bell rang and Inuyasha sighed. "I'll talk to you later, okay? Be careful. Now let's get to class." He unlocked the door and held it open for me. I mumbled my thanks and shuffled to my class. Inuyasha headed off in the opposite direction.
"You're late, Miss Taijiya," the teacher said as soon as I entered the classroom. "Again."
"I know." I made my way over to my desk in the farthest, darkest corner in the class. I snapped open my binder and slipped out my sketchbook. I took out a pencil and began to sketch. Sometime during class my eyes wandered up and I found myself staring a Bankotsu, my ex- and his new girlfriend.
I sighed.
/Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong
Now I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely holding on/
We used to date, back when the abuse had first started. We had been close. And he was really nice. He didn't know about the abuse though. Only Inuyasha knew, and I made him swear not to tell—and there was Sesshomaru, with his suspicions, but he couldn't prove anything.
/Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes/
Everything was fine at first. But things were changing. Slowly, but surely.
/I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made feel all right
For once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside
Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin' on/
The abuse had gotten worse, and it had gotten harder for me to trust him. Whenever he tried to hug me or hold my hand I'd always flinch away out of habit and it annoyed him, I guess.
/Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes/
He was getting tired f the way I would flinch away from him whenever he raised a hand for any reason. He didn't say anything, but I could tell. He had broken up with me, eventually. It wasn't that he broke up with me, it's just the way he did it that hurt me.
He had shown up for our date with his new girlfriend and broke up with me. He just came up to me on the front porch and told me we were over, he had a new girlfriend, and date that night. Then he left. He just left.
/Swallow me then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Seeing you it kills me now
No, I don't cry on the outside
Anymore/
/Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes/
/Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes/
"I like your sketch."
I jumped in surprise. I was so caught up in what I was sketching that I hadn't noticed a classmate come up to me. I glanced up sharply and a pair of dark violet eyes stared back at me. I blinked and gripped my pencil tighter. I recognized him as Miroku Houshi. I didn't know him, but I'd occasionally see him in the halls or at lunch. But I did know he was kind of popular around school. He was sitting in the desk next to mine.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I didn't answer. I just turned back to my sketch and tried to finish the details, but he didn't leave. He just sat there and stared at me. Finally, I snapped. "What do you want?" I demanded.
"Nothing. You just seem…tense."
I scowled back him.
Then he did something I wouldn't have expected someone like him to do. He reached out towards my forehead and gently brushed my bangs away. I flinched away at his touch and pressed myself against the wall, eyeing him warily.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Miroku reached out and brushed my bangs away. "I like your eyes."
"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I snapped. I didn't mean to sound so harsh, but I had seen him around the school with his girlfriend Shima.
"Yeah," he replied with a shrug. "But that doesn't mean I can't be friendly, does it?"
"Go be friendly to someone else."
"Come on, don't be so harsh."
"If you don't leave me alone, my brother will bash your skull in," I warned.
"I thought you were an only child."
"I was talking about Inuyasha."
Miroku seemed to pale a little, but I couldn't really tell. Inuyasha had a reputation of sending people whom he got into fights with to the hospital for weeks at a time. "Inuyasha, eh? So does he really send at least five people to the hospital per month?"
"Don't ask me; ask him."
"I'd rather not."
"Then don't ask at all."
The bell signaling the end of class rang, ringing loudly in my ears. I gathered up my things and stood. Before I had taken even three steps, Miroku called, "I like you. Maybe we could be friends."