"Do i even want to know what he's going to do to her Kagome?" Asked Sango

Not really needing to answer i just shook my head. I hate that they have to see this part of my life. I thought having friends who knew nothing about my past would be a chance to start over without having people think a certain way about me before i even meet them.

"Lady Kagome?"

"Yes Miroku"

"Does it get worse later? Do things get worse than having your family killed and being stuck with this terribly abusive man?"

"Yeah, yeah it does sadly. I hate that you guys have to even see this. I didn't talk about it because i never wanted people to know about this side of my life. Everyone in my time already knows what happened so they have these thoughts about who and what i am. What happened to me was printed in every paper it was on the 'moving picture box' with my picture name and everything so no matter where i go people know. I wish it wasn't that way but what can i do" I quietly shook my head to clear the tears from my eyes Just as the memory continued to play

I stared at isamu as he looked at us and squinted his eyes. Emilia looked confused as he pulled over to the sidewalk where we were and called me over. She pulled my sleeve as i started to walk toward him and i just shook my head at her she let go regretfully as if she knew who he was

"Kagome who is that?" He asked when i got to the car

"Just a girl who was walking in the park and decided to walk with me"

"Don't lie to me bitch" He raised his hand and backhanded me hard "you were clearly talking to her like she was a friend. What did i tell you about friends?

Cradling my cheek i answered "Friends get in the way and cause trouble because they talk. I'm sorry I just met her i promise"

He shook his head at me and Threw me in the backseat with the child lock on my door "I'll deal with you at home… Or I can teach you a lesson now" He reached into the glove compartment in the car. He pulled out a gun and waved it in Emilia's direction.

Her eyes widened and she turned and started running towards the park where she lived. He put the car in drive and followed her rolling down his window. I screamed at him to stop that this wasn't necessary and i'll never make another friend again put he wouldn't listen he wouldn't STOP

He raised it through the window and shot twice i screamed as loud as i could everyone on the street and in their cars stopped and watched as she fell. One bullet hit her in the leg and one in the head.

And he just drove off…

"Oh my Kami! Why would he do that? Did that thing he used kill her" Sango asked.

"It did. That's a gun in my time. It won't be invented for another 100 years for you guys"

"Why would anyone want a weapon like that?"

"For power. Why else? Swords and giant boomerangs aren't something you really see in Kagome's time." Inuyasha answered for me. I just nodded sadly in agreement.

We got home after what felt like eternity. I cried silently in the backseat the whole time. He opened my door and pulled me by my hair towards the house. He threw me down in a chair at the dining room table. His kids sitting silently doing their homework.

"I hope you know I'm going to beat the hell out of you for this and now since I'm pissed your sister has to feel it to tonight and I wasn't even gonna do it today."

She looked up between us with sadness and pain in her eyes. But she said nothing.

"What do you do to her?" I asked

"Let out my frustration. You'll know when you get a little older."

That night he didn't allow me to eat. He did beat the hell out of me that night as well, so bad I couldn't go to school for the rest of the week. He hadn't let me eat for 3 days and I had to sleep outside the whole week.

I hate it here. I hate this man. I hate my life and I wish i could just die. Why didn't i die with my family? Why didn't i have the courage to leave that closet like Yame did? God i hate this life. I should just listen to what everyone says and just kill myself. I won't have to deal with this man, this life, this pain. It can all just stop and I'll finally be happy.

I went to sleep that night comforted by the thought of dying and if that's not ironic from a child that has experienced so much death already in life...