InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Don't You Know My Face? ❯ Reflection ( Chapter 3 )

Next chapter! I'm not gonna say much, well basically I don't have much to say anyways, so just enjoy! ^.^

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Don't You Know My Face?

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Chapter 3: Reflection

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She called just as the snake closed in. There was no time to dodge this attack, and she closed her eyes and prayed silently. A sudden shriek filled the air, and she opened her eyes to see InuYasha with a giant sword in his hand, piercing the skull of the snake.

Her eyes widened, and she held down the bile in her throat as blood shot out of the snake. He removed his sword, and managed to fit it into the small sheath that was ever-so-present at his side. Now that was weird.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he said, fire in his eyes.

"I was taking a walk," she said, shaking slightly, "When this thing came out and attacked me..." she trailed off as she watched the snake twitch a few more times before falling still.

"There's lots of demons running around in this time! You know better than to run off, and without any weapons at that!" He was practically yelling at her now, and the tears were building up again.

"I don't know! I don't know anything! I don't know about demons, I don't know about this world, I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU!" she screamed back.

"Why can't you just remember?" He countered.

Tears fell down her face as she yelled to him, "I DON'T KNOW!" before she turned and ran to the well, jumping in without a second thought, leaving a sad hanyou in the clearing.

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Kagome climbed out of the well as she cried. Why couldn't she remember? He was right. Tears hit the dirt below her as her fingers found their way into small crevices, aiding her climb.

She reached the top and hauled herself over, running towards the door. She opened it and headed straight for her house, her vision blurred by tears.

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Look at me, You may think you see who Ireally am,

But you'll never know me.

Every day, It's asif Iplay a part

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She opened the front door with a quick push and ran into the kitchen. Her mother remained at the table, and looked up at her as she ran by, worry etched on her face. She didn't get a chance to ask what's wrong, as Kagome flew by, heading straight for the stairs, and her room.

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Now Isee, If Iwear a mask Ican fool the world.

But, Ican not fool my heart.

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She opened the door, and shut it with a violent slam. She paced her room, unsure what to do, as she cried, her shoulders shaking. She turned and saw a full-length mirror on her wall.

She saw a girl with black hair and brown eyes, red from crying and slightly puffy. She wore a green skirt with a white shirt, the traditional scarf tied around it. But in all truth, she didn't see at all.

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Who is that girl Isee?

Staring straight, back at me.

When will my reflection show who Iam inside?

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To others she was "Kagome", "friend", and even "mother", but who was she to herself? Who was the person inside who screamed to be known, to be remembered? A voice inside her called to her, trying to say something to bring her back, but she couldn't hear it. More tears ran down her face as she glared at the mirror with hate.

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Iam now in a world where Ihave to hide my heart,

And what Ibelieve in.

But somehow, Iwill show the world what's inside my heart,

And be loved for who Iam.

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She clenched her hand into ball as she diverted her gaze to her desk. She ran over and pushed everything off with a fluid motion of her arm. Books fell to the floor, pencils, pens. Fragile items crashed with a small tinkle as she began throwing things. She looked to her beside table and saw a small jar with glowing pink shards inside. Is this what this was all about?

She ran over and held the jar in her hand, before squeezing it tight and throwing it so it hit the wall beside the mirror, falling in a pile beside it, a mix of a thousand pieces of glass and a few pink shards.

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Who is that girl Isee?

Staring straight, back at me.

Why is my reflection someone Idon't know?

Must Ipretend that I'm,

Someone else, for all time?

When will my reflection show who Iam inside?

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She brought her hand up into and fist and raised it behind her head, slowly walking towards the mirror until she broke out into a light jog. She closed the distance and brought her hand forward with all her might, her knuckles colliding with the glass and shattering it infront of her.

Pieces of glass embedded themselves into her hand and arm and she watched as the blood trickled out of the wounds, staining her shirt. Her eyes widened with realization as images came to her head.

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There's a heart that must be free to fly.

That burns with the need to know,

The reason why.

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Trains...she remembered...trains. She remembered what a train was! She remembered...death. People dying, falling to the ground. And a light. She remembered three girls huddled in a corner, crying while she crouched down and prayed...and then it was gone.

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Why must we all conceal,

What we think, how we feel?

Must there be a secret me I'm forced to hide?

Iwon't pretend that I'm,

Someone else, For all time.

When will my reflection show who Iam inside?

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She remembered that one part of her past. But nothing else came to her. Still, it gave her hope and she started to believe that maybe she could regain everything, all her memory soon.

The sun broke through the clouds outside and shone through her window. She watched with tearful eyes to sunbeams that entered her room, reflecting of the pieces of broken glass and the shards on the floor beside her. She bent down and picked them up carefully, holding them to her heart.

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When will my reflection show,

Who Iam...inside?

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Maybe she could do it afterall.

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