InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dirt ❯ Chapter 3: The Accident ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 3:

The Accident*

    My roommate/buddy is named Miroku. He died a week before I arrived by hanging himself in his parents house. He has a permanent rope mark around his neck that won't go away like the slits on my wrists. He was twenty like me and an awfully cheery person. He says it's because he accepts the new life.

    “I can finally be what I want. No longer working my ass off trying to become a dull doctor, now I can become the writer I've always wanted to be. My first book is going to be an autobiography about my first week here. I'll sell it to everyone in the New Life and be praised for my literature.”

    We both worked at a grocery store in New Life and both attended the same group therapy. A guy named Mickey who killed himself by driving his car into a tree runs the grocery store. He has a permanent hole in his side from a piece of the car getting wedged in there when he died. He loves showing it off, calling it his battle scar. He doesn't talk about why he did it.

    “The past is the past, this is my life now.”

In therapy we got a new person every day it seemed, and every day a person left to be on his or her own. I heard a story of someone who went on to just travel. Took their car all across New Life just seeing everything they could. I didn't see the point; the whole place was a desert. It was hot, humid, and dusty. I wonder why they call it New Life.

    Therapy is long and boring. We talk about how we are adjusting without loved ones, friends, heartbeats. That's right, no heartbeats. We never grow old and we never die. I want to believe this is really hell and they're just fucking with us saying this is a new life. We're spending eternity in hell. Our mediator is a guy named John, he's been dead for ten years due to carbon monoxide poisoning from sitting in his car while in it was running in the garage. He found out his wife was cheating on him with his brother and couldn't live without her. He has since found someone in New Life, they've been together for two years. They are currently trying to be relocated to the Good People division.

    Lets talk about today's therapy session:

    Miroku and I walk in and sit down in our usual spots in the circle. Everyone is talking amongst themselves. John called everyone into the circle and we began with our daily talk which involved talking about our day. A girl named Tinku, who shocked herself by dropping her hair dryer into the bathtub, always talks about her last roommate moving divisions and how sad it makes her. She killed herself after delivering her stillborn son. Miroku talked about how his novel was progressing and how Mickey was a great boss because he spends his work hours in the office so he and I can play hockey inside the store using Twinkies as pucks and the brooms as sticks. An older woman named Kate talked about the cat she rescued from a drainpipe that she's been nursing back to health. She prefers animals over human interaction. John always left me for last, special interest I guess.

    “Alright, Inuyasha. What do you have for us today?”

    “Nothing really. It's been three weeks since I died and I'm still learning to deal. After the first three days, I just really wanted to focus on what I will do when probation is up.”

    “Are you still feeling the same way you did when you died? Do you have suicidal tendencies?”

    “I don't see the point since it didn't work the first time.” Everyone chuckled.

    “That's good that you don't feel that way anymore. Are you getting close to finding your root?”

    The root was the reason why we killed ourselves. By the end of probation, we had to let the group know why we ended our lives. They called it healing and I called it invasion of privacy. We were already here, there's no point in finding out why.

    “I know my root, I'm just not ready to disclose yet.”

    “It's fine, you still have time before telling us. Remember, we've all been in your position so there is no judging.”

    The group nodded. Tinku looked at me with sad eyes. She told me she thinks of me as her son. I feel sympathy towards her but I never show it.

    “Moving on,” John shuffled his legs. “we have a new person joining us.” We all looked towards the door as a young girl walked in.

    “This is Kagome, Tinku's buddy and she arrived yesterday.” The group clapped, welcoming her as she sat next to Tinku. Miroku leaned over.

    “She's a hot thing isn't she?”

    “Say it louder, she might come on to you.”

    “Kagome, if you need anything feel free to talk to any one of us. This is a judgment free zone and we're here to help with your transition.” said John.

    “Thanks...I guess.” She looked annoyed as she fiddled with her ring.

    Group ended a few minutes later. Miroku headed back to our apartment saying he had “business” to take care of, business meaning our neighbor Sango. Kagome stuck around in the background while everyone socialized. Everyone but me. I tend to stay next to the table with the food and drinks.

    “Are the cookies any good?” Kagome stood next to me. Her arms were crossed and she had a small smile on her face.

    “They're good if you like them hard as rock and stale.” She let out a small laugh. The kind a person lets out when they're nervous.

    “Then I guess I won't be partaking.”

    “You better get used to the food here, it's all stale and almost inedible.”

    “And they call this our new life?”

    “It's a lot better than my old life.”

    “What was that life like?”

    I smiled. The new comers always want to know someone else's reason for being here. And just like I told the group, I wasn't ready to disclose yet.

    “Let's call it an accident.”

    “An accident? Like you didn't mean to kill yourself?”

    “No, my old life was the accident. Like God or Buddha or whatever deity you choose to believe in, wasn't paying attention and decided `I'm going to mess with Inuyasha even though he did nothing to deserve this.' That kind of accident.”

    “Oh. That kinda sucks. I thought it'd be a more epic story.” She showed a small smile.

    “Oh, am I not interesting enough? How about I turn it into a movie trailer?”

    “Either way, I wouldn't go see that movie.” Her smile got bigger, her cheeks dimpled, and her eyes squinted slightly.

    “Yeah, I didn't think it would appeal to your demographic.” I smiled back.

    “Oh please, you wouldn't be able to handle my demographic.” We looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh. Here we are, two people that committed suicide and we're laughing like we love life.

“Kagome, let's go home. I need to feed my goldfish.” Tinku waited at the door.

“I guess that's my cue. Nice meeting you Inuyasha. I'll see you next week?”

“I'll be here.”

*Lyrics to Dirt by The Swellers

Review Responses:

SplendentGoddess: Thank you! One of my favorite movies is Wristcutters: A Love Story and I wanted to make my own version for an Inu fanfic. I hope I don't disappoint you. :)

MidniteShadows: Thank you. Yeah I always like to push the limit a little so doing a suicide story was a great way to put it close to the edge. I hope you like how it turns out. :)