Chapter 4
Two weeks later, Sango's POV
I haven't seen Miroku since he left my hospital room two weeks ago. According to InuYasha, no one has. I feel a little guilty and ashamed, but I try not to let it affect me. My wounds are almost healed, and I have been seeing the psychiatrist for the past week. I feel a little bit better about myself, not much, but enough to know I have a lot of work in front of me if I ever want to recover completely. InuYasha, with the help of Mandy (my therapist), has convinced me to testify against my father. The trial has been set for next Tuesday. I'm really nervous about it. If my father is released, I know I'm going to get killed this time. He will be so angry at me; I don't think he will hold back this time. I try not to let it worry me because I have no control over the jury. Instead, I focus on getting ready to leave this hospital. Today is the day I finally get to leave. InuYasha has already brought all of my things to his house so I don't have to relive bad memories. "Sango," InuYasha calls from the doorway, "Are you ready to leave?" he asked. I nodded to him, and watched as the doctor filled out my discharge papers. My 18th birthday had passed while I was in the hospital, so I can now legally live wherever I want, and take care of the hospital paperwork. Soon, we were leaving. The fresh air hits my face, and I smile sadly. I have missed being able to smell fresh air. At times like this, I am really glad I did not succeed at killing myself. I have my down days though, more bad than good. Those are the days I curse InuYasha and Miroku with everything I have in me. The journey will be a long one, but I hope someday I can look back on this time of my life and accept it.