Heal Me

by Enternal Tweeter

17 year old Erika Hatsuka has had a tough life, until she moves in with her cousin Kagome and her family. Then things change. Erika feels a pull towards the well and ends up in joining the inuyasha gang on the quest for the shards. Naraku knows Erika, and knows her secret. Scared for her friends life, can she protect them from the one true demon?

2. Chapter 2: 5 years later

Heal Me: Chapter 2

5 years later

"Erika Hatsuka, this is the final straw! Not only did you curse in class but you also started ANOTHER fight! That's the 8th one this year, and we only started 3 months ago!" My foster mum, Lillian, yelled. Her chubby, aged face red with anger.

I was sat at the kitchen table, I had just been kicked out of my 6th school. You think this was the first time this ever happened? Bull shit. This happens almost every semester. I try to controle my anger, I really do. But there are always some blond headed-know it all- self centered- Bitches who know how to push my god damn buttons.

I know I know, 'violence is never the answer'-HA! Who ever said that was a coward and probably never threw a punch in their life. Looking back to it I smirked in satisfaction as I once again heared her pretty, plastic nose crack against my fist.

"ERIKA! Are you proud of yourself? Is that why your smirking?!" Lillian raged again, but the smirk never left my face. I stood up and walked towards her.

"Lilly, Relax. That bitch deserved it and I can always go to another school. I have the grades" I reasoned with her.

"No Erika, its not about the grades. Your smart, the top of your class and even your school. But no school will accept a dilinquent who was expelled from 6 schools for violence." She looked dejected, her eyes worried. I knew she was right, no school would accept me. Im violent, short-tempered and I don't listen to anyone. I was messed up in so many ways.

"I think its time you lived with your family in Tokyo."

Lillian once told me I had family in Tokyo.

The Higurashi family owned a shrine near the center of tokyo, there were only 4 of them I think. Yuma Higurashi was my biological mothers baby sister. She has a daughter who was a year older than me and a son who was 3 years my junior. There was also Gramps, my gramps. I had met him once when I was a child. He was so nice and interesting, he would tell me stories about demons and legands. Those were the only good memories of my childhood.

I walked upstairs without a word, knowing she meant it and to be honest I didn't care. This wasn't my home, I had no home. She wasn't my family, and neither were they. I had no family. I was an orphan, and I sure as hell know that wasn't going to change. Even if we were related by blood.