InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Red Tears ❯ Why? ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

It was getting harder for Kagome to control her jitters, and Kagome was worried that Kikyo would tell someone. With her being the queen of gossip, it was hard to believe she had kept the secret as long as she had. She was probably just bursting to tell someone.

Kagome would have been able to handle it if Kikyo had told someone and it had gone around the school and everyone looked at her weird and talked about her behind her back. Anything would have been better than wondering if she was going to tell someone.

Sighing, Kagome glared down at her history text book and turned back in to the class, only to find the room was silent and the teacher was looking at her with a questioning look. “Kagome, are you okay? You were supposed to go to lunch fifteen minutes ago.”

Kagome struggled with a smile, before throwing the idea out the window. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I’m just fine.”

She slammed her book shut and picked up her stuff. She turned around and waved to her teacher half heartedly, before walking out the room. “Bye Kagome.” Her teacher said, frowning thoughtfully as Kagome walked away.
Kagome looked around the dark room to make sure it was empty before she turned around and locked the door behind her. Slowly, she drew up her sleeve without the razor in her hand and actually looked at her arm for the first time in over a year.

It was completely covered in scratches, deep cuts, dark bruises and in some places, red-brown burns. It was…sickening. No wonder Kikyo had freaked out.

Half were scars, pink-peach trails of scratches that would never heal. They stood out considerably on her light textured skin.

All of a sudden, Kagome felt guilt. She had done this to herself; she might never be able to heal from this. Why had she done this to herself? Kagome traced one of the longer pinkish-peach scars. It was raised and bumpy, not finished healing, but Kagome would be scarred for life.

Then she touched a burn, slight pain shooting through her arm. It was red and swollen, and a little oily. She had done this one two days ago. Kagome searched her arm until she found an old burn mark, next to a yellowish bruise. The burn was brownish, almost completely healed, and didn’t hurt much. It was raised too, even more apparent than the cut she had fingered before.

Sadly, Kagome rolled down her sleeve and left the room.





Today while I was in the hall, Kagome smiled at me. An actual smile, not fake or forced, but real, like she was really happy or glad to see me or something. She walked by without saying anything to me, but it wasn’t like she was ignoring me, so I felt a little better.

When I opened my locker, a piece of tattered paper fell out. I’m used to my friends putting notes in my locker, so I just picked it up and stuffed it in my pocket. Later, when I unfolded the scrap of paper, I was surprised to see it was from Kagome.


“Kikyo, thanks for keeping my secret a secret. I appreciate that you let me figure things out for myself, I really needed that. Today, for the first time in forever, I actually looked at my arm. I didn’t think It had gotten so bad. I’m sorry I put you through so much, making you keep secret something that would have gotten you major popularity, and made you keep the image of my arm in your mind for the past few days. If you can forget about it, please do. I’m figuring out a way to help myself, and I hope not all of the damage is permanent. Just pretend nothing happened, please?
I gaped at the letter, moved by how straight-forward she was. And she had even put in a little bit about how she was getting help.

No. She isn’t getting help. She’s helping herself. If I know anything about cutters, she’ll be cutting b the end of tomorrow. I can’t forget.





A/N: I’m not quite sure how I want to portray Kikyo. A part of me wants to like her, and the other part wants to have her die a gruesome death because I hate her so much. Tell me how you think I should portray Kikyo in your reviews! Sorry it’s such a short chapter.