Silent Screamer

Hi people! I've updated 2 times today! Ok I'm going to warn the more emotional people out there to have tissues at the ready. And also the people who are a bit squeamish I warn this chapter is a bit graphic with blood and stuff. Any way enjoy! Or not.

Chapter 3

I went back. Sango begged me not to but I told her that I couldn't abandon mum to that…monster.

Mum wasn't at home. I waited all day. All that night. And the next. And the next…

She didn't come back.

I waited still, even when he hurt me, cut me, made me bleed.

I believed she'd come back. She had to she must.

I dreamed at night of when she came home and everything went back to normal. A life without knives, bruises, blood and pain.

These were not the normal dreams of a 15 year old.

Waiting for a mother to come home. Waiting for a father to realise that he's hurting his "little princess".

It didn't happen and one by one my dreams…

Shattered.

After a year of abuse I was a pretty good actor. Pretending there was nothing wrong. I knew everyone thought I was perfect. A loving mother and father at home giving me what ever I wanted. I let them believe it. It saved them. I had friends who I never took home. Guys asking me out but going alone. I had good grades. A life. So they thought.

It was an act, a play.

I liked to call it "Kagome Higurashi's fake life"

Present day

"See you tomorrow Kagome, remember you're on the late shift."

"Yes, Mr. Totosai! I'll be here at 8," said Kagome.

I started walking home. I always did after work, I had done it so many times I knew every inch of the route. I was in a good mood; I had just got a raise. I would have extra money now. Maybe a new dress or a pair shoes. (A/N Sigh. I love shoes...)

I have to work for my education. I get cheques in the mail. They're from mum. She's staying with grandpa. At the family shrine. I love it there; it was one of the only place where I felt at peace with the world. I haven't been there for over a year. She had taken my little brother with her. He had been at camp when dad attacked me. Thank god. He hadn't seen what his father had become.

I walked in. I was greeted by silence. Like always.

I walk upstairs to my room to dump my bag. I came back down.

"Dad?" I called.

I walking into the study I could smell the stale alcohol. He was standing looking out the window, holding something

"Dad?" he turned around.

He had a gun.

It was one of those old fashioned ones. The ones that aren't supposed to work so they can sell them.

"Dad!" I whispered.

He looked at me, there were tears in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry…" a tear clung to his lashes for a moment and then fell, etching a line down his grubby face. More and more started to spill down his cheeks. "I didn't mean any of it... I'm sorry." He brought the gun up. He was going to shot himself. I started forward.

He kept looking at me not once did his gaze waver. But his target did.

He was aiming at me.

His finger squeezed just as three words left his lips.

"I love you…"

The explosion was deafening. I felt the bullet enter my body just below my right shoulder. The pain searing my body. I fell to my knees. Blinded by the pain I didn't see what he was doing but I heard it. Mixed in with all the pain I heard the gun shot. None of the pain he had caused me physically or mentally hurt this much. I felt his warm, sticky blood hit me. My face was red. Not from crying. I didn't cry. It was from his blood. His life support mingling with my own as I knelt there, bleeding, staring at his lifeless form. Willing him to move. The blood spreading around him as he lay there spread eagled with his brain blown out, soaking into the cream fake fur carpet. Staining it. Turning it pink then red then black. There's so much blood…

I could faintly hear shouts and wood breaking.

When the door broke something in me broke.

I started screaming. And screaming.

Screaming for the horror I had just witnessed. Screaming for the pain in my heart that just wouldn't go away. Screaming for the father I had lost. For the man he once was. A father, a husband, a son, a brother…

The neighbours had heard the shots. They called the police and an ambulance but… they were too late…

He was dead…