InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Wounds ❯ Dangerous Secrets ( Chapter 2 )

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Weaving her way through the throng of people she burst through the stairwell and went under the stairs, where one of the old janitor closets was concealed by the shadows. Looking around her, she rummaged through her bag for her ID card. With it, she slid it into the crack near the knob and managed to flip the lock open. She opened the door and slid inside, locking back up behind her.

She walked in and sat against the bare spot on the wall and leaned her head against it a minute. After that she went into her bag again, putting her ID back and took out the carving knife she had snatched from the art room.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.03.2005 | Updated On: 08.03.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed

Kagome breathed with a sigh of relief to get away from that classroom. Her head ached with the need to release the pressure and just get loose from reality for a bit. It was lunchtime, and she had plenty of time to get done with what she was doing without being missed by her friends. It was a usual thing that she did, especially after an encounter with Kikyo. It was her escape, her only escape from the hellish life she was forced to deal with.

She walked in and sat against the bare spot on the wall and leaned her head against it a minute. After that she went into her bag again, putting her ID back and took out the carving knife she had snatched from the art room. She normally brought her own razor blade, but had left it sitting somewhere in her room when she had used it only the night before.

Carefully she rolled up her sleeve and stared down at her arm. It was covered with pale white scars that ran from her wrist up to her elbow. There were also many new cuts, some that were shallow, but others that were deep and scabbed and filled with puss. She looked at them a moment, but still brought the blade to her arm and sunk the blade deep into her flesh. It stung and began to ooze warm crimson blood that drizzled down her arm. She did this many time, reveling in the odd comfort the pain brought her.

She let herself bleed a minute, watching as the blood trickled to the floor and splattered against the dirty concrete. Finished with her grim deed, she pulled out a tissue and wiped away the blood until her wounds had stopped bleeding. Carefully she pulled her sleeve back down and stood up, stretching out her legs before grabbing her bag.

She went to the door, unlocked it, and slipped out as cautiously as she had entered. Her next stop was the lunchroom, where Sango and Miroku would be waiting. The hallway had emptied, with only a few stragglers who preferred the solitude of the hallways to the noise of the lunchroom. They only ever stayed long enough to eat and then walk a few blocks so Sango and Miroku could get in a smoke before the next class.

As usual, they had saved a table as far away from the stench of the lunch line as possible. Kagome never ate in there; she could stand the look or smell of the food they served, not to mention the taste. She walked over, giving a slight wave and flopped down on the hard bench. Sango looked up from her lunch and smiled after swallowing.

“Hey Kags.” she said.

“Hey, you guys about ready to head out?” she said back, looking around the lunchroom a bit.

“Just about, but we aren't going anywhere until you tell me about the new guy.” Sango answered.

“Well, he's really cute. He has long silver hair and these bright golden eyes.” Kagome told her.

“Not very descriptive, but yeah, he does sound pretty cute.” Sango told her. Miroku looked up from the math book he was reading to look at her.

“And what about me? I'm cute, right Kags?” he asked as Sango looked over to see what he was really looking at, because that boy never studied anything. She saw a magazine filled with nearly naked women on the pages and carefully snatched it away from him.

“HEY! I was reading that!” he exclaimed, trying to snatch it back from her. She kept it out of his reach, rolled it up and smacked him on the head with it.

“A Playboy? Why am I not surprised?” Sango said, finally tossing it back at him. He muttered unhappily under his breath as he stuffed the dirty magazine into his bag. After that he stood up, swung his bag over his shoulder and waited for the girls. They left after that, and headed out for the rest of the lunch hour.

---In Another Part Of The School---

InuYasha had been scouring the school for some place private for a good part of the lunch hour, and had been heading down the stairs when he heard a clunk of a door below him. When he finally made it down, he discovered a door beneath the stairs. He walked over to it and jiggled the knob, finding that it was curiously unlocked.

However, he wasn't concerned with that and went inside. The walls were almost completely covered with shelving units full of various junk, but there was one spot of bare wall in the corner. It was right where two units were together and there was just enough room for him to squeeze in between and not be seen should someone walk in.

As he went to go to the spot, he stopped when he saw a disgusting sight. A small pool of deep red blood was just beginning to coagulate on the floor. He knelt down to look closer, placing his hand on one of the shelves for balance when he came across a knife sitting on the shelf. InuYasha grabbed it and saw that it was stained with blood, but more importantly it was the same knife that Kagome had been using in the art room just a short time before.

His mind made the connection and he felt himself become slightly worried. However, the monkey on his back was starting to screech. He sighed and sat down in front of one of the shelving units. He reached into his bag and pulled out a small baggie filled with a white powder, a plastic tube, and a flat sheet of metal. After that he turned around, set the sheet on a shelf, and poured out a small amount of the powder onto it.

InuYasha took a deep breath before using the plastic tube to snort up the powder. He felt satisfied after that and packed away his things as his high over took him. His head swam and he felt an intense calm fall over him. He was indeed in a deep euphoria and it felt quite good. He sat there until the bell rang for him to go to his next class. He got up and left, living the rest of the day in a daze.

---Back With Kagome---

She had spent the rest of her lunch out in the courtyard with Sango and Miroku after their smoking break. After that she went to class, watching the door for InuYasha and scanning the hallways for him between classes. However, she didn't see him for the rest of the day and gave up her search. She walked home slowly, not wanting to have to face her mother and Souta just yet.

She got home about an hour after school got out, having taken the long way back. As she approached, the familiar blue minivan was parked in the driveway. Opening the door, she entered the house warily as she was not sure what would happen to her. Her mother was sitting on the couch watching the news and turned to look at her daughter with a vicious scowl on her face.

“Kagome Eriko Higurashi, where in the seven hells have you been?” her mother questioned sternly. “You were supposed to have been back nearly an hour ago. I can't believe how stupid you can be sometimes.”

“Sorry mom. I won't do it again.” said the girl in a monotonous tone as she let her bag fall to the floor and kicked off her sandals by the door.

“Sorry mom.” mocked the woman, taking a drink from her coffee mug. “You still need to do the dishes, the laundry, and pick up this sty of a house. I want it done no later than tomorrow or there will be hell to pay.”

“Yes mom.” Kagome replied, sulking off up the stairs. She had to get away from that woman. She made the girl so angry sometimes she just wanted to scream and give her a good beating. As she made her way, she passed her little brother in the hall. He had all of his trucks and toys out in the hallway.

“Ha ha.” taunted the little boy as he sneered at his sister. “You're in trouble. Momma was really mad that nothing got done around here. She said that you were a lazy witch.”

“Whatever.” she said, accidentally stepping on one of his cars and yelping in pain. He laughed at her discomfort and reached over to get his toy.

“You broke it!” he whined. Kagome was at her bedroom door, but turned to him.

“Then you shouldn't leave your shit all over the floor where it can get stepped on.” she spat out. He growled and tossed the car at her, nailing her in the back of the head. She turned on her heels and glared fiercely at him.

“UGH! You little brat! I'm gunna kick your ass!” she screamed and lunged for him. He let out a whine and bolted down the stairs as she made chase. He ran around the back of the couch and jumped next to his mother, clutching her tightly as fake tears began to fall from his eyes.

“Momma! Help! Kagome's going to hurt me!” he bellowed, burying his head in her side. Mrs. Higurashi put him aside gently and stood to face the girl as Kagome stood with her fists clenched so tight the nails were digging into the skin on her palms.

“Stop it right there.” she said in a commanding voice. “Leave your brother alone. He did nothing to you.”

“He tossed one of his fucking trucks at my head!” said Kagome bitterly as she gritted her teeth together in attempts to stay calm.

“I didn't Momma. She's lying. She just hates me.” cried Souta as more fake tears streamed down his face.

“She doesn't hate you sweetie.” she said sweetly to the boy before turning to he daughter with rage in her voice said. “Kagome, tell him you don't hate him…NOW.”

“I don't hate you Souta.” she said in her most convincing voice she could manage. Then out of nowhere, her mother slapped her hard across the face, making her fall to the ground. Kagome simply held her stinging cheek as her brother sniggered from behind. Not wanting to cause anymore trouble for herself, Kagome retreated to her own bedroom, making sure to snatch up some of his toy cars on her way.

Once there she shut her door and locked it up tight. She stared at the toys in her hand and went to the window. Taking each one, she chucked them as far as she could, hearing them smash into the ground below. She sat there a while and watched as random cars came by and ran over the stupid toys.

She smirked happily, but somehow this just wasn't enough for her. She still had a burning need and made her way over to her bed. She flopped down onto the floor and stuck her arm under the mattress. She felt around a bit until her fingers grazed the smooth surface of a cold flat object. Carefully she snatched it up and pulled it out of its hiding place.

She looked at it longingly, examining the glinting surface of the razor blade. It was one of many she had scattered across her room for when she was in a time of need such as this. Just as carefully as before, she rolled up her sleeve and prepared to do her task yet again.