InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Never Him ❯ Only Mine ( Chapter 1 )

Someone help me. Help me stand. Help me forget. Help me move on.

Someone help me.

I feel weak and ready to break. But I can't. I must be strong. I can't let him win.

The evil villain from my nightmares. From my past and dark memories.

He wishes to conquer. He wishes to stake claim.

And whether I am dead or alive, he can still conquer. And with that mere thought he has.

 

 

I need help. I need an escape.

One where he is extinct, gone, obsolete, vanished. From my memories, my past, my dreams, and my future.

I seek an escape where he is nothing . . . and never was.

 

 

Perhaps the escape will come when I erase him form my name. My title.

Making it mine and not his . . . never his.

 

Or maybe it will come when I come of age and no longer receive his aide.

When I live off my own money and not his . . . never his.

 

The escape could happen when I move away.

Away from places he has been, touched, and witnessed.

A place that is free of him. A place that is only me. Only me . . .never him.

 

Even more, the escape could happen when I am well into my 50s.

Making my own mistakes and winning my own battles.

When I have a house, a mortgage, a husband, and a family.

When I have lived my life to the fullest and still keep going.

When it is my life and only my life . . . never his.

 

Then, perhaps I will finally be free.

Free from all that is him. Free from all that threatens to be him.

Satisfyingly living my life peacefully. Peacefully living my life.

Only mine life . . .never his.

 

 

Oh how I wish it could be. Yet my logic tells me I'll never be free.

For all I have to do is look into the mirror and see . . . he has conquered. And I shall never be free.

He is apart of my past . . . forever, and forever will be.

He is in my memories . . . forever. Hiding in the shadows while I cower in fear.

I will never find a place he has not been. For there is none . . . for me.

His blood touches my blood. His hands have touched my hair as a child.

And his eyes have witnessed me grow into that child.

Oh how I wish it could be. Escape sounds so easy, so nice to me.

The question is now: What form of escape shall I use. And how long until I use it.

Never Him