A/N:: hey, its fanchick here! I have decided to write another chapter…I am srry for the lateness of it, but I had no idea how to start the chapter!

So, in this entry, we kinda go into Kanna's mind and it explains why she became "unsilent" ((is that even a word?? I MUST explore the dictionary…)) and let Kikyo live in her house. And yes, I will TRY to make this chapter longer…. deep sigh

Disclaimer:: ok, so I'm not related to Rimiko Takahashi in any way…and I don't own it…but whatever…

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Chapter 3:: memories of a nothing

The rest of school went by quickly. Kikyo and me walked home, thankful that it was a Friday and the witch was at her super hot boyfriend's for the night.

We ate some supper and sat down in Kikyo's room to watch a movie. As I shuffled around her room for the movie, Silent Hill, she got out her homework and sat on her bed.

"why do you insist on doing your homework at the beginning of the weekend, or better yet, at ALL?" I joked. Kikyo looked up from her math and connected with me.

"I need to get good grades. I need to go to collage." Kikyo said plainly. I knew why she was so serious about all that school crap.

Her parents wanted her to go to collage and 'live a good life' but, I didn't see how finishing school could determine if you lead a good life or not. Believe me, I would have dropped out if Kikyo wasn't on my back about finishing high school.

She turned back down to work as the movie started. I watched the whole way through and when I looked at Kikyo, she was fast asleep on her bed, homework and all under her sleeping head.

I rolled my eyes and covered her with a blanket, glancing at her clock: 1:00 AM. Turning out her T.V., I walked out of her room, locking the door and closing it.

You're probably wondering why I locked her door. Ya see, Kikyo had a really bad step dad. He used to go into her room at night. So now, if there is even the existence of a man in the house, she locks her door before bed.

I trudge into my room and close the door getting some flannel pants on and walked to my bed. I put up my hand to turn off the lamp on my nightstand, but I accidentally hit my small, round mirror to the floor.

I picked it up, afraid that it had broken, but not seeing a scratch I sat on my bed, still holding the mirror. I would never be able to live if it broke. It was the most important thing I owned.

The mirror had been my mom's.

She died when I was seven. She was my best friend and the one I talked to about everything. I remember those days when she was around. That's when my family actually was a family. Dad always smiled, Kagura and I played together, and mom was always there.

I was a normal kid then. Not a care in the world. But then it happened. We never found out how she died, but our lives changed drastically that day.

Instead of a real family that pulls together in tragedy, mine fell apart. Dad locked himself up in his room for days and didn't eat or sleep until his eyes were so bloodshot, they actually looked crimson.

He started losing his temper and hitting Kagura and I every time he had a chance.

Maybe that's why Kagura never came home. She was always gone. Sometimes, Kagura and dad would leave for days and not come back. They left me, a little girl all alone for days.

I was always alone or getting hurt. I suppose I would have talked to someone, but who? I didn't have friends. I was always made fun of for my hair. My mom was my friend. Every time I open my mouth to speak, I got hurt. I guess that's why I stopped talking all together. I only spoke bare minimum.

Kagura, the one I thought I could rely on got beat up on worse than me. She became really outspoken. She abandoned me just like dad did. I had nobody. I became nobody.

I snuck into mom and dad's room and got mom's small copper mirror and brought it to my room. That's all I have of her.

I looked into the mirror. I looked like her you know. Kagura looked like dad, I had a strong resemblance to mom.

I still wonder if that's why dad called me ugly and stupid and useless. This same reflection that caused all that suffering and teasing drove me to cutting myself in 6th grade.

Of course, a teacher found me in the school bathroom do it and they instantly put me into a church youth group to 'learn to love myself' or something like that. But, I guess I can thank them for that, cause that's where I met Kikyo.

Her dad died from cancer, then her mom got remarried, her step dad abused her and, after all that, her mom, step dad, and little sister got killed in a fire.

The social worker but her in this thing and we met each other. I think it started as just someone to lean on or occupy time with, but soon we were friends. We never had to say I love you, or show that we were close; it just became apparent.

2 months later, dad (somehow, I still don't know why he did) wrote up the foster papers, and now she's with us.

After I met Kikyo, I also decided that I wanted to speak out against the kids teasing me. Not just 'speak out', but I actually started beating on them every time they made me mad. That resulted in a lot of detentions. That's how I found my long-lost voice. Against authority.

Looking at me in this mirror now, eight years after she's gone, I have changed. Gone from happy, to quiet and obedient, to rebellious and much grown up.

Seeing my past gone by, I wonder if I have a future. I see a tear drop down to my mirror and I set it back on the table.

As I lay down in bed, I hear that dad is hobbling inside, probably drunk. I am glad Kikyo locked her door. I don't want her to wake up. I think I care for someone again. But what will love do for me in this world?

I am nothing. I always will be nothing. But, even a nothing has a purpose.

If mom thought so, I am sure of it.

So ya, that's it. I know, it's short, but u all know I don't DO long stories. So I hope u enjoyed! Plz RandR!! Over and out

-fanchick :3