InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Pain ❯ Cursed ( Chapter 1 )

There was once a girl who lived in Japan. She had the perfect life.

Kagome lived with her mother, brother, and grandfather on their family's shrine, where she lived her entire life. Her days were basically the same; go to school, hang out with friends, go home, study, go to bed. She had the same routine for years until her sophomore year (I don't know how the school system works in Japan so I am just going to do It the way it is in America) when her entire world was flipped upside down.
It all started with her mother's new boyfriend. He was sweet and charming, not to mention rich, and she loved him. He started to come over every day and spend the night on the weekends. Kagome didn't like him very much but her mother was happy and that was all that matter to Kagome. He made her happy, he could stay.
It was now May and Kagome was studying every chance she could get for the finals in two weeks. She did very well considering the distractions in her life. Her mother boyfriend moved in, after six months of dating, and her three best friends started to show signed of what seemed to be their other half.
During the next week her three best friends showed their true colors. They had kept it from the world, but no longer could hide it, and it ended their lives. One overdosed on Ecstasy, one was sent to the hospital because her boyfriend beat her to a bloody pulp, and the third killed herself after her friends died; but soon found out that she was pregnant with her father's child.
Kagome was left alone at school. The kids were scared to come near her in fear of their lives. She thought she was cursed. She no longer let herself feel emotion. Hojo still tried to talk to her, but she would just ignore him. Then a few days later, hojo was hit by a drunk driver and died on impact. Kagome broke down. She didn't even bother going to school, but her mother had her go to the market once a week, as an attempt to get her out of the house.
She started to notice that her mother and that “guy” that lived with them started to argue. It seemed that it was all they did, but it was far worse than she could ever imagine. Kagome came home, but something was different. She had a strange feeling. When she walked through the front door she turned to look into the kitchen. To her amazement there was blood everywhere. Kagome's first reaction was to grab the phone and find the source. All of a sudden she heard a screaming from upstairs. It was souta, her younger brother, who was barely 9. She turned around and grabbed a knife from the kitchen and darted up the stares. When she arrived to her brother's room she saw him laying limp on the ground with that “guy” standing over him.
Kagome claims that form this point on she doesn't remember, but in reality she does, just doesn't want to talk about it.
She had ran toward the intoxicated man and pushed the knife threw is back. He fell to the ground angry and grabbed kagome by the throat. Kagome dialed the police and tossed the phone aside. The lady that answered the phone heard everything that happened. That “guy” grabbed the knife from her and stabbed kagome threw the shoulder making her scream out loud. Suddenly, the amount of consumed alcohol got the better of him and her leaned over and started to puke. Kagome took this opportunity to run. He ran to the storehouse, where her fathers things where. The guy soon followed only to fine the house empty, or so he thought. Kagome was standing behind a pile of boxes and when he wasn't listening she jumped forward and stabbed him again in the back, and did it repeatedly. He fell unconscious, and died that night in the hospital.

Later that night, in the hospital, a policewoman came to see her. He walked in and sat down next to her and smiled a painful smile.
“Kagome?”
Kagome opened her eyes, “is my family ok?”
“That is was I am here to tell you. My name is Gisenu.”
Kagome, trying to stop the day's events from running nonstop threw her head, looked at Gisenu with no emotion.
“Your mother's boyfriend, Onigumo, died not to long ago. Your brother will be just fine, he is conscious now. Your mother wasn't home when this all happened, we still have not gotten a hold of her. Your grandfather…” she stopped. Kagome just starred at her. “He died before the ambulances could get to him.”
Kagome's heart split in two. What did she mean died? That couldn't possibly…it's all my fault.

A few hours later, they found her mother unconscious in a dumpster behind the local market. She had no marks on her, but they soon found out that he poisoned her. Luckily, they got to her just in time to save her.

Hardly anything went back to normal. Kagome still wouldn't allow herself to feel emotion and Kagome's mom didn't talk much. Souta was the only one that restarted his old life back up. He kept a picture of his grandfather with him, along with one of his spirit wards; always believing full heartedly that he was protecting him.
Kagome's mom decided that they were to move, and they did, to somewhere far away from Tokyo. Since Onigumo had no family that court gave all of his money to the higarashi family (he had millions, hundreds of millions). After all, they deserved it. With that money Kagome was forced to see a therapist twice a week. The school years started in September, and she would need all of the strength and encouragement she could get.
She started to see this therapist in the end of June, the week that they arrived, and she started to show sighs of healing as the summer went on. Her therapist, Sesshomaru, didn't use his feelings to try to help her, just used logic and reasoning. He also made deals with her. Normally, Kagome wouldn't have even listened to him, but he was extra intelligent. She knew that he knew what he was talking about. Something pulled kagome to him. For some reason she trusted him, this demon.

This is where my story starts off, when kagome starts school; her junior year. She made progress with Sesshomaru, but she still didn't want to be around anybody. She was convinced that if she made any friends their lives would be ruined in some way, after all everybody that she loved either died or suffered greatly. She blamed herself.
Kagome walked into her first period classroom 20 minutes early. She manages to sneak into the four-story high school and into the room without one person noticing it, except the teacher of course. She walked over to the class-seating schedule that was posted on the wall close to the door. There was a pen next to the empty seating chart.
“You can choose your own seats in my class” the teacher said. She'd been watching her movements curiously.
Kagome nodded and wrote her name down. She chose the seat in the back all the way to the right side, where the window was. She sat down and stared out the window. She was wearing the school uniform, the same as her old school just black instead of green. She wore a black jacket with a hood that covered her face. Her hair was down, and tucked into her jacket. You couldn't see any part of her body, just her hands and her nose poking out of the hood.
A few minutes had passed and the bell rage. All of the students came walking in talking a giggling. They chose their seats and sat down. Kagome didn't bother looking up.
“You know Inu yasha isn't going to like you sitting in his seat” said a young girl. Kagome glanced up to see that she was smiling. She also had black hair and brown eyes. She was very good looking. She wore the same school uniform but her hair was tided back. Her presence eased Kagome. Something about her made her feel safe. “hi, im Sango”
“kagome” She whispered as she turned away and looked out the window. Just then she heard a loud bang. She looked over to see a rather attractive boy laying on the ground with a large bump on his head.
“The first day of school and your already at it!” Sango yelled. The students didn't even budge to see what was going on, it was like it always happened and they learned to just ignore it.
The class was rather boring. After all is was English. They went over noun, adjectives, and so on. Kagome just stared outside. Sango noticed this and didn't like it. It worried her to see somebody like this.