Me: sorry if the last chapter was rushed - it was
Miroku: why am I such a jerky personish...kind of?
Me: stop whining. It's just you're personality
Miroku: gee, that's nice
Me: I know! Now, one minute
Me: -points machine gun at Kagome- you know what to say...
Kagome: updates will be slow because of...umm...uhh...
BAM!
Me: no forgetting. Now, as she was saying, updates will be slow cuz...uh...Naraku is holding my laptop hostage! Yeah, let's go with that...
Naraku: I want no part in this!
Me: too bad! eh...well, oh! Rayne stole my laptop-
Rayne: did not! Liar!
ME: i'm gonna have to run now...
Chapter 6: Hear Me
Sango's POV
Sunday.
He was out drinking again. Damn. I'm in for a rough night again. The wounds from my last beating haven't healed yet, and if this beating's as rough as I think it'll be, then the wounds will surely reopen and I won't be able to do anything about it. I sat on my mattress in my room, waiting, barely breathing, for the telltale crunch of gravel outside and the drunken thumps around the house. For at least an hour the house was silent.
I didn't hear the crunch of gravel in the driveway, which is why I nearly jumped through the roof when I heard the bang! against the door. I tensed up and my muscles locked into place, rendering me motionless. After a series of crashes downstairs I heard his slurred words of: "Sango…! Get your ass down here! Now!"
Trembling, I slowly edged off the mattress and inched across the room. The door opened soundlessly and I slipped out into the narrow staircase that led from my room down to the second story. I took the next staircase that took me to the first level and paused in the doorway to the living room and held my breath. He sat on the couch with his back to me. After about several long moments, he stood and turned to face me. In his hands he held a baseball bat—his latest weapon. As I got a closer look, the horrible pit in my stomach grew deeper—it was a STEEL baseball bat!
My throat dried up and the air was crushed from my lungs as fear welled up from invisible, emotional wounds. I tried to scream, I really did, but I couldn't. I couldn't force a word—a sound—from my throat, not even a whimper.
/Hear me, hear me/
/You gotta be out there
You gotta be somewhere
Wherever you are, I'm waiting
Cause there are these nights when
I sing myself to sleep
And I'm hoping my dreams
Bring you close to me
Are you listening?/
The first strike of the bat was icy cold from the steel, and at first I felt no pain. But the second swing brought scalding hot pain coursing through my veins. Already I felt unbearable pain in my wounds from the previous beating. The third swing brought a spray or crimson blood to shoot across the room. Still I couldn't scream, whether from the pain or the fear, I didn't know.
/Hear me I'm crying out, I'm ready now
Turn my world upside down, find me
I'm lost inside the crowd, it's getting loud
I need you to see me, I'm screaming for you please
Hear me, hear me
Can you hear me?
Hear me/
I wanted to scream in pain, but the air—or what was left of it—kept getting crushed from my lungs with every brutal strike. The crazed look in his eyes had gotten fiercer, and I knew I could get serious wounds if he didn't stop. Hell, he probably had murder on his mind. I swallowed, but found my throat itchy and bone-dry. No matter what I did, I couldn't suck in enough air fast enough to fill my lungs so I could scream.
I wish Inuyasha was here!
/I used to be scared of
Letting someone in
But it gets so lonely
Being on my own
With no one to talk to
And no one to hold me
I'm not always strong, oh I need you here
Are you listening?/
I struggled to catch my breath.
I knew I wasn't really alone—not physically, but mentally. I was alone with my thoughts, and I had no one to talk to except for the eight hours of school, and even then I didn't get the chance to talk to Inuyasha about it. More metal struck my body, but I didn't feel it. I had blocked out the pain.
I knew I was getting weaker, and I could still feel pinpricks from the otherwise intense pain, but I blocked myself off form it. I had gotten good at that over the years. I simply shit down my mind and I went limp, like I was asleep—or dead. But I still hadn't blocked the pain out completely, because I still felt a thought drifting in my mind…
/Hear me I'm crying out, I'm ready now
Turn my world upside down, find me
I'm lost inside the crowd, it's getting loud
I need you here, I'm screaming for you to please
Hear me/
I wish Miroku was here…
/I'm restless and wild
I fall but I try
I need someone to understand
Can you hear me?
I'm lost in my thoughts
And baby I've fought
For all that I've got
Can you hear me?/
No one understands me. No one. Not even Inuyasha. He tries, but he can't fully understand. But at least he doesn't say "I know how you feel" because that would be a flat-out lie. No one would know how I feel, no matter what they say.
I heard the bat slice through air, aimed at my head, and I managed to raise my arms weakly to try to protect myself. CRACK! I don't know if the bone in my arms snapped—I don't think so, but I'm not sure.
I wish someone would hear me…
I wish Miroku would hear me…I wish he would listen…
/Hear me I'm crying out, I'm ready now
Turn my world upside down, find me
I'm lost inside the crowd, it's getting loud
I need you to see, I'm screaming for you to please
Hear me/
No one ever answers my silent pleas. Not that ever expected them to. It was too much to ask for.
The bat hit my leg one last time before clattering to the floor. I felt his hand grab at my hair and his fingers intertwine with my bloodied brown locks. His grip tightened to painful, blinding white-hot glare as he lifted me up to eye-level. Fixing me with those intense ice-blue eyes, he rasped out with a cold snarl, "You know daddy loves you, right?" He shook me until my mind reeled and I saw stars. "Right? You know I love you, right?"
I managed a weak smile as I replied meekly, "Yes."
"Good," he coughed, and let me drop to the floor in a crumpled mass. He stumbled away and swaggered into his bedroom, slamming the door and locking it with a sharp click!
I picked myself up and limped to my bedroom, every step sending a fresh burst of pain through my body.
/Hear me, hear me, hear me
Can you hear me?
Hear me, heart me, hear me
Can you hear me?/
I threw open my windows and leaned against the edge, my eyelids heavy. My eyes searched out the moon until I saw the thin, narrow, claw-scratch-thin moon half-hidden behind a few gray wisps of cloud. I locked my eyes onto the moon and let out my silent plea:
Please…someone hear me…someone help me…please…just hear me…
/Hear me, hear me, hear me…/