Silent Screamers
Hey people…I'm in withdrawal… I haven't watched InuYasha for so long! WWAAHH! I watched movie 1 and 2 on Saturday but… I…guess… I'll… survive… breaks down crying
This is sniff is sniff the 6th chapter…
Chapter 6
"I'm home…"
"Mum? Grandpa?"
Silence…
I walked into the kitchen; there was a note on the table.
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Kagome and Souta,
I have gone out for a while. I do not know when I'll be back. Do not worry I will come back. I promise.
Grandpa
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Sigh.
He's gone again…
It's like a routine. He goes off on a break from this life. We get left behind with mum. He always promises to come back but I know one day he won't. After all, he is my mother's father.
Thump, thump.
"What is she doing?" I ask aloud.
I walk upstairs. I open the door slowly and there she is standing at the window.
She's holding something.
Memories come rushing back for the second time that day.
That's how he was. Just before he…
I felt like crying.
The memories. What had become of my mother. What my family had become. How destroyed our
lives were.
It was all so much.
She turned around.
Fighting the waves of nausea that were gripping my stomach, I looked at her hands.
Relief washed over me. It was a photograph.
I glance around the room.
Then I realised what the thumps were. All the pictures on the walls were on the floor. Except one. The photograph of mum and dad on their wedding day. Around it was writing. I walked closer.
Death. Hunted. Pain. Blood. Torture. Sacrifice. Haunted. Hurt. Terror…
I tore my eyes away. I looked toward her…
"Mum…" my voice is no more than a croak.
I walk towards her and take the photograph out of her hands.
There we are on our last family vacation…before dad…changed.
My face…my head is torn out.
I look at her again. She just stares at me. Her left hand is clenched into a fist. She lifts it up and slowly she lets go of what she's holding.
Little scraps of paper float to the ground.
It's the piece that had my head on it. She'd torn it into pieces.
I look into my mother's eyes. The look of sadness there changes…into hatred.
I turn and run out of that room. The room where my mother is.
I lock the door.
She can't come out.
She doesn't even try.
The next day.
"I'll pick you up at about 10:00. Ok?" I ask.
"yeah," souta replies.
I can tell he's not thrilled at sleeping over Yura's house. Yura is dad's sister. Ever since dad died she wouldn't talk to me. She loves Souta. Probably because he reminds her of her dead brother.
Today I'm taking her to the rehab. Joy.