Okay let's get this party/chapter started! Thanks for the reviews to this story and keep it up! I will have what they look like posted in a few days or weeks (cause I'm lazy and it's on a Wacom, painting on Paint Tool Sai). Does anybody know how to get the full version, free download somewhere? Just asking, but if anybody knows please tell me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha for I didn't come up with the idea for it, nor did I draw anything on it. I only own my OCs for this story. And I own mine. Warning for a comment about big girls, more cussing and some dark themes (trigger warning).

*Chapter beta'd by Otaku Neko Ninja Miko Tenshi, the other author sharing this account*

I sat on the bleachers in the park, writing down poems that came into my head. It happens randomly sometimes; one minute I'm thinking about drawing, and the next I'm jotting down poetry on pieces of papers. I often lose them later since I don't take good enough care, which is a shame because I had really good ones, too.

"Jessie!"

I snapped out of my 'Space Out Zone', sparing a glance at Kristina before returning to my paper.

"Yes?" I asked, adding the finishing touches to my poem.

"I'm going to look for a job now, so stop spacing out and head home."

At her instructions I gather all of my supplies and began going back to our house, although I would stopped at the store on my way back to buy something to snack on along the way. I used some of the Japanese money (yen) that I got from mother; I was still having a hard time understanding some of the stuff that the natives said, and I didn't get what they meant with the money and stuff. I liked the USA currency than the Japanese.

I turned a corner into our street and saw two little girls sitting somewhere outside of our gate, wearing ripped–up clothes and looking famished. I looked at them as I passed, opening the door and walking directly into the kitchen. Grabbing some food from the storage, I quickly cooked something up, dishing it onto a couple of plates and wrapping it up. Running upstairs to my room, I chose some clothes from when I was living in the US and put them into a bag, rushing downstairs and picking up the plates as well. Stepping outside, I gave both sets to the homeless children and dashed back inside very quickly.

I locked the doors and shut the windows, ducking into my bedroom and closing the door behind me.

"That was so scary!" I breathed, turning around only to walk straight into a mirror that certainly wasn't there before. At first I thought it was going to break, when it instead fell over. I yelped, expecting it to smash down on me, but instead I went straight through it! Suddenly surrounded by blue and pink lights, I screamed as I dropped and crashed onto the ground from a high height. My side felt broken.

Hot tears poured down my face when I tried to get up, falling back down again as my eyelids clamped shut at the searing pain. It took a while, but I eventually opened my eyes, and when I did I saw that it was no longer day, but night–time instead. The lingering agony was fading as I laid still, but I still felt like a piece of shit that had been stepped-on by my cousin Ella Peastare – that girl weighed about 250 pounds, which I had found out when she tripped over me once, crushing me half to death… (Funny how pain brings back weird memories)

I peered around to clearing as I rested, anxious until a bag fell from the sky and smacked me on the head. I stared at it when it bounced in front of me, recognising it as the bag from the park – I knew I wasn't holding it when I fell through the mirror, so why was it here now?

I steadily rose to my feet, clutching my side. Staying here wouldn't answer any questions about where I was; I had to move forward.

Back At Home (Kristina)~~~!

I'd started running as soon I heard sirens coming from near my house.

Swiftly swerving around a corner, I found that my worst fears were slowly coming true: I saw two cop cars in our yard. I tried to get around them, but one of the officers stopped me.

"You mustn't go into this house," she commanded, stopping me from getting around.

"I'm one of the owners of the house, Kristina Gradenstal! Now let me in!" I cried, moving her aside and going inside. Mom was in Jessie's bedroom, holding a piece of broken glass. It had blood on it.

I stood in the corner of the room, not bothering to say anything to the police. They left soon enough, but mom was still holding the sliver of glass; it was clenched in her hand and blood started to slowly drip down, but she started to shake in rage. I gently took the shard out of her hand and set it on the bed.

"They took her away just like they took your daddy and your younger brother," she sobbed, and she broke down crying in my arms. I patted her back, but I wasn't surprised one bit; I'd known that they would come back for us someday. It wasn't me or mom though, and I just wished that it was me and not her. I wouldn't cry, I couldn't cry now – I didn't cry when John or dad was taken, so I'm not going to cry now…!

Mom was wiping her tears away when the partially-shattered mirror shone a bright red color and I instantly knew what that meant. Jessie had gotten hurt.

Mom slipped out of the room and downstairs into the kitchen to start preparing some food, sniffing. I wasn't about to go into a kitchen with a hormonal and mad mother whose husband and children had been taken away from her; I ain't outta my mind just yet. Instead I stayed upstairs and stood in front of the mirror, picking up one of the missing segments and putting it back in the frame. It glowed a little, as if it was meant to go back to a normal part of furniture that someone had just placed there, but the shine died back down a bit.

Taking a seat on Jessie's bed, I opened one of the diaries that she always kept in a hole under her bed; the floor gap was supposed to hide things like that. I turned to the first page, dated back four years ago.

I hate my life, always faking smiles when I'm at school, though mostly in public. My life sucks and people are just liars – they tell lies all their life, and that's exactly what my grandfather did; he told lies back and forth between people, and today I learned to hate, and for the first time in my life I really felt as though I hated every person to death.

My real mother didn't care about me and beat me constantly, breaking stuff like bar bottles, lamps, plates, cups and glass chairs. Diary, I still have the scars from when she stabbed me with a knife in the side just because I wasn't doing what she said. Who would even do what she asked of me, though? I bet you wouldn't, diary – she'd told me to cut myself so that when I went to school and they asked what was wrong with me, I could say that I'd hurt myself making clothes.

I couldn't go one night without feeling unloved, or crying my eyes out quietly in the corner of my 'room'. I wouldn't call it a bedroom, or even a place to sleep: there was nothing there, except for a dirty pillow, my pencils/pens and a small cover.

Diary, I live a bad life and I want it to change so I pray to the Lord for a better life and family. I pray I get it, and diary, guess what, I'm finally 13! But I thought that your first days as a teenager were supposed to be different, but the only thing that's changed was my amount of have for her, and the way that I hate her and most of the people around me.

Somebody save me please . . .

I sighed. I'd read this about three times and I'm still shocked that that young girl, that girl who is now my little sister, could be such a different person now from when she was younger and before she met us. I remember the first time that I saw her: she was lying on the sidewalk in a pool of her own blood, two knives sticking out of her. One was in her right arm, the other in her right leg. I couldn't stand the sight of what she looked like, and it was a year before she could draw or walk correctly. She'd never sketched the same way ever since, and she could never look at any person the same way again…

'Jessie...'

*Chapter beta'd by ONNMT*

Chapter three end! Well that was more than a little depressing… I hope you like it and review!