Speak

by sesshomarusshikonmiko

Kagome is probably one of the worst high school students for what happend at one party and she had to call the police. She is now hated by most of the school. Sesshomaru knows somethings wrong but only close friends know her problem. Will Sesshomaru figure out her problem. Read and Find out. Rated M For Language and Adult Situations.

10. Fear

Fear

Leven managed to get me to go to school. I want to walk. He wants me to take the bus. I don't want to. I'm not taking all of the stares on the bus if I go to school. I walk to school. I'm not two feet away from house, and people start staring.

I don't want to go to school. So I'm not going. I cut the corner as I start walking to the hide out. The hide out's a special place in a really old, ugly ass ware house, that I've cleaned up a bit. On the outside its ugly, but on the inside its gorgeous. I've painted the inside black. It has a few lamps, but a lot of candle light. It has my drawings all over the place. My drawings come from a dark place, and nobody likes looking at my artwork for too long. It can get scary. I sit at my desk and begin to write.:

I save you.

All the time I save you.

I've saved you from you from you.

I've saved you from me.

I've saved you for money.

I've saved you for free.

So why can't you save me.

Save me from my demons.

Save me from my own little hell inside of me.

Save me from corruption.

Save my mental, physical, and emotional world.

Save my soul from anger, pain, and tears.

Stop asking people to save me.

I want you to save me.

I want you.

Someone, please, tell her to save me.

Please save me.

The poem was about Kagura. She isn't the most caring girlfriend in the world. She has a very hard time with emotions. She's very stoic at times. She cares, but doesn't show it often. It's frustrating. Very frustrating.

I get up, and get ready to leave, when I hear somebody enter. I freeze. Run dammit run! My head screams. I can't move. "Hehe. What do we have here?"

Oh My God.

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

God.

It's him. God, someone, help me. I can't move. I can feel his eyes running up and down my body. My heart picks up. Help.

Help.

Help.

Help Help Help.

Help.

Help Me.

I feel his chest on my back. He runs his hands up my sides. I whimper. No. NO. I don't want this. Help me, someone, please. He jerks me around by my wrist. He rips the front of my shirt off. I struggle to get free. He slugs me. The world is dark, fuzzy. I lose consciousness. At least this way I won't feel anything.

Someone help me, please help me.