Demonic Yoshii- Hi, thanks for the help, with my sure. I know I'm rushing, I want to be don't with this story by Friday, but that's never going to happen. I go to camp for to weeks, the nexted day. And another thing is that I'm not plan to live much latter after I get home from came. So you see, thanks for trying but I don't have the time to go into plot. If I was, I wouldn't have gone in to plot yet, this is all back round, you'll see what I mean so, if I'm not dead. But I'm not making any granites.

Lord Sesshoumaru. Hi, I sent you an email, let me know if you got it or not.

Well thanks to every one who up dated. But I know you don't want to be sitting and reading this bull shit, so on with the story.

Inu-yasha signed as he leaned back on his bed. He had just gotten off of work and he was tiered. His limbs aced, and his head felt ready to explode. Just as Inu-yasha was ready to fall in to dream land, the phone rang. Inu-yasha being Inu-yasha, just simply cursed at the stupid thing. The reason he hid not destroy it was on the account that it was to far away, and he was not getting up to get it.

The answering machine picked up, and Inu-yasha listened while his voice told the person to leave a message after the beep.

" Hello, Inu-yasha It's Tony. I'm calling to let you know Lit- Kagome had a panic attack to day. She ended up hurting her self really bad. I just thought you'd like to know." Tony said in a sad voice as he hung up.

Inu-yasha lay here stunned. Kagome. Was his only thought. How could she hurt herself? Not it can't be his Kagome. But it was. He got up from his fluffy bed and ran down to his car. His aces and pain's were forgotten. Kagome was lay in some hospital bed, alone and scared. Inu-yasha would be damned his he was going to leave her alone.

The road seemed to blur as he raced to the hospital. Though he didn't know the extent to the damage that her body had taken, he was determine that she would live. No matter what.

Well I'm sorry it's a really short chapter. I'm really going in to a depression and I can never write when I'm in one of my bad moods. I was ready to start cussing people out. It make's one's whole feelings change when they know that they will kill themself's in two weeks time. I was thinking in the early morning on the 27th of this month. That the day after I get home from camp. I have the spot picked out... sigh every on did say I was crazy. If I do end up living I will ask to go in to counseling, not that it did me any good. If I live I will come back, my arms having more scares, and my neck will have rope burn.

Well I will give you all a poem, so that maybe you can help some other person like me befor it's to late. it's called " Seen"

Please dont take my poem. its about me, to.

Alone that girl sits

Every day you sit in the dark corner.

Every day I see, you.

You have your head bowed, when you walk.

Sweaters always cover your arms

Even on the hottest of days

I have never talked to you,

I know other pick on you.

I see it every day.

Even though you cuss at them

To stop They keep on.

I can never stop them

But cant you?

Why have you given up

Trying to fight them

Are you truly willing to surrender?

I've watched you sit alone,

During lunch

I've seen you cry,

Silently, when you think

No one can see you

You lose your self in

You books.

I've see you smile,

And laugh.

Bur when you put the book down

You go back to being sad

And you get that lost look

In your eye's.

Don't think I haven't seen the scares on your arms.

The 'x' that lays over your vain

At your wrist.

Little lost girl

Why cant you make friends?

I've seen your writing.

I know how you white stories

Of people and places you wish you could be

I've seen you loss your self in to your writing,

So much, so that you think your in the story

Then I see that broken look in your eye's

When you remember

You can never be in your writing's

Don't think I haven't seen

Your diary

I know you plain to

Kill your self

I have seen your

List

Of what you will need

To end it

How you list

The things you have to do before you

Die

This is your confession

You know some one will

Read it after you

Die

Don't think I wasn't there every time

You cut your self

Because I was there

I was you.

I am you

So even if you can

Deny it to every one

Else,

You can never hide

Your sins

From me.

I'm the mirror

I hate what your

Becoming.

What I'm

Becoming

Do you hate your

Self to?

Is that why you cant

Look me in

The eye?

That cat didn't

Scratch you,

You did that your self.

so yha, I will maybe put up a comentte later tomaro, but I don't know. this maybe, my last up- date.