InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dying Heart ❯ Chapter 1

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Kagome's thoughts swirled confusingly in her head.

If how she felt was projected onto her physically,she would be tearing down the middle.

She had changed so much.
She also felt very foolish,because she felt her childhood had been lost.

Feelings just cause trouble.

She didn't have a name or identity anymore.
Of course she really did,but she didn't feel worthy of it.

Her entire reputation was that of a pure little girl trapped in a torrent of poison.
The poison had gotten her.
It spread slowly through her body and made her a part of the real world.

The real world was full of evil.
Hate,lust,violence,suicide,drugs.

She had been through all of them but drugs.

Hate was normally directed at herself and sometimes others,
Just as violence was.
Lust wasn't committed by her,but was directed at her.

But in spite of the lust,there were also shards of love.
Love can be compared to salvation,
Equally hard to come by.

Suicide...
Was soon to come.

Everyone around her felt like a weight dragging her under.

She had two people who she was very connected to.
They both loved her.
One did not know of the other.

They were brothers...

She felt like shit.
She felt like a whore.
She still possessed an innocence that was untouched,though.
She still felt like a whore.

Her problem was she had too much room in her heart.
She loved too many.
For that,she was sorry.

She walked slowly through her home.
Everything was familiar and soothing.
She stepped into the kitchen and reached into the silverware drawer.

The knife that lay in her hand was a comfort.
It held the path to Hell,her true home,she felt.

She had sinned.
No,she wasn't a religous person,but she had sinned.
Sin was nothing if you repent.

Here was her repentance.

She pressed the sharp knife to her wrist,marveling lovingly at the glint of it in the light above her.
The knife went deep into the skin almost of its own accord.

She barely felt it.

The dark blood dripped to the bathroom floor slowly.
Some of it was on her legs and her hands.

She cut again and watched the blood come faster.
No turning back.
It splattered her face and got in her mouth as she whispered her apologies.

I love you.

She cut again.
More blood.
Her vision was blurring and crossing.

I love you.
I'm sorry.

She pressed the knife to her throat.

I miss you...I'm sorry I'm leaving.

She made a thin mark with the blade.

I love you.

She pressed harder and cut.

I'm sorry...I love you both.

Her vision clouded and her world started ending almost as soon as it had begun.

Come with me...

I'm sorry.

The world went back as the smell of blood and tears permeated the room.
She hit the floor with a thud.
The knife slid from her slack hand.

Her job was through..

And she was sorry.

When they found her,

They got to see what love had done.