Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor any place, brand, band, series, or label I may write about.
Warning: Not much yet, a bit vulgarity maybe, other than that. it's pretty safe.
Chapter 5 Recap:
I felt like I had sneezed.
My eyes were shut in an instant.
And my breath was gone for a moment.
The only difference was that I didn't feel my senses coming back.
I was gone.
"Kagome! What's going on?
Did I hear you fall? Listen, don't move...
I'm calling for help.
Stay with me."
"Yeah, sure," I thought.
As I lied there, I reviewed what just happened in my head.
My legs, my arms. They didn't move.
I guess it was too much to take in, I must have passed out.
Maybe my heart is not robotic.
Chapter 6:
My eyes opened.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Inuyasha?
Fuck, I better call him, he probably thinks I'm dead!
My fingers push down seven digits,
the numbers are worn off, regardless of it being a new phone.
"Kagome? What's up?"
"I'm okay, just wanted you to know."
"Well, I'm glad to here, but from what?
I just left your house."
"What'd you mean? I called you, don't you remember?"
"Kagome, are you okay?"
"Um, yeah, it's nothing."
Fuck, it must have all been a dream!
A sigh of relief passes through me only to be awakened by terror.
I start to sympathize with the classic coma patient;
I can't imagine what it would be like to be launched into a world of fake fairies and inexistance,
to live in your own mind;
only to be thrown into the real world with a simple eye movement.
Maybe a coma would have been much better,
because, after all, I CAN imagine what it would be like, and it'd be better than this damn confrontation!
I have to tell him, for real this time.
I'm too frightened to call him,
perhaps the dream was a sign, an omen I should take into consideration.
Like Jesus was actually looking out for me so I wouldn't make such a fool of myself;
next time he steps foot on this Earth,
I'll have to remember to buy him an ice cream cone.
So, phone calls are definitely not an option.
And, I'm pretty sure I'm not going to his house to talk to him and miss Kikyo about this.
I guess I'll have to write.
The idea sounds almost absurd,
nobody does that anymore, not since cell phones and IM came about;
but it's really my only option.
Last time I checked, my mom would rather max out her credit on clothes to impress Leon,
than buy us a very needed computer.
I walk over to my desk and rummage for some notebook paper.
"Dear Inuyasha,"
.//SCRATCH THAT//.
"Inuyasha,
I pretty much hate this.
I hear loud ringing in my ears from the silence that seems to have this grasp hold on us.
It's smothering me. I feel like you might as well be a hundred miles away, because I can't feel you near me.
This.. thing,
it's tearing me apart.
I can't share you, sorry. And I'm pretty sure she deserves you more than me.
You want her more than me.
I'm not that pretty, you know, underneath the makeup.. I'm pretty much a mess.
Let's face it, honest to God, I'm a train wreck and there's no reason for you to waste your time.
I understand.
So, doll face, it's okay for you to just leave.
Sure, I'll be hurt but I'll get your reasoning. Just forget that we happened and I promise I won't hate you.
You mean the world to me, but that's okay."
//.SCRATCH THAT//.
"Inuyasha,
I'm breaking up with you.
Sorry. I don't want to see you again.
Sincerely, Kagome."
Maybe that was a bit harsh,
I know that was a bit harsh, but it had to be done.
I'll let these tears drain out until there is nothing left, and then I'll give him the note.
He'll think I hate him.
At the same time, these stupid emotions of mine won't be a burden.
They'll be locked away, painted with makeup, and disguised.
I'll wear a mask, afterall he taught me well.
I can do this just as well as he can.
Let's play hide and seek, lovely. I'm pretty damn sure...
he won't find me.