When I finally woke again, I was in the bedroom again. I was slightly disappointed; I was back to square one. I just stared at the ceiling and looked around at my surroundings. I was starting to get tired of being stuck in this room. The room was beautiful though. The walls were dark red, the curtains were even darker and they draped all the way to the wood floors. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever be able to walk again.

I looked out the glass doors that led to the balcony. Judging by how high the sun was, I assumed it was around ten or so. I stared at the massive cherry tree outside. I wish I could be outside. I miss the sun beating against my pale skin, the smell of the sweet air in the forest. I miss the feeling of the moss on my bare feet and the coolness of the cold creeks that ran through the river.

I got myself out of bed, walking was getting easier or the pain ceased to phase me any longer. I still had an obnoxious limp but I could still get around. It was good enough. I used the walls to brace myself when I lost my balance as I walked down the halls to try and get down stairs. I made my way down the steps which felt like an eternity; I had to take one at a time and regain my balance.

The stairs led to a small room, I made my way through to a larger sun room. The windows were large; I could feel the sun warm my cold pale skin. I was a little tired from walking; my one leg was fatigued from putting all my weight on it. I sat down in the room and took in my surroundings. I had to get back to my Grandfather's house soon. I know I'm already in trouble. Someone has to know that I've disappeared. But something didn't feel right about the whole situation. Something inside me felt dead, but it also felt free from burden.

I just stared out the large windows. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the red haired boy appear in the doorway. I think his name is Kurama.

"You're down here again?" He asked. He sounded a little shocked and a little confused.

"Yeah, I feel like a total basket case," I said "being in that room all the time is getting to me."

"How is your leg doing?" he walked up to me to take a closer look.

"I can walk a little better. I'm not quite sure if it is because I am used to the pain or maybe it really is getting better." I said as I looked down at the scar tissue. The wound looked nasty and I am quite positive the scar would look just as bad.

He looked at my wound, probably fascinated with my ability to walk so early.

"What about your ribs?"

"I barely notice them anymore." I said with optimism.

"Ayame. What are you doing down here?" A cold voice said. I looked over to see Hiei standing by us. He looked a little irritated. Kurama stood up. His facial expression gave me the idea he was still wondering the same thing.

"Well how long have I been here? About three days? You don't understand, I need to get back to where I live to figure out what's going on there."

"Why does it matter? They treated you badly anyway." Hiei snapped. I cringed a little.

"I need to get my things from the house and see how my Grandfather is doing."

"Grandfather? You're related to the bastard that abused you?"

"Hiei, please-" Kurama cut in. I guess it was written all over my face that his words just cut through me.

"Well take me where he lives so I can end his pathetic life." I just looked at Hiei.

"Death might have beaten you to it Hiei. I think he's already gone."

There was silence for a few moments. I felt really angry all of a sudden.

"I can fight my own fights Hiei, but thanks anyway. Would you like to help me go get my stuff or not?"

He tilted his head down and his hair covered his eyes. "Yeah, I need to protect you anyway."

I got irritated at this. I didn't want anyone protecting me. Who did he think he was? Did he think he was superior? Or am I just scared of being abandoned?