InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Red Tears ❯ All she saw was red... ( Chapter 3 )

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

Kagome rubbed her hands together nervously, looking at the counselor’s office door as she walked to her next class. Should I go?

Someone bumped into her, then walked on, not apologizing or looking back. Sighing, Kagome walked into her next class, three minutes late. Her teacher made a big deal of humiliating her in front of the class.

“Kagome,” the teacher said as she took her seat at the back of the room. “You’re already failing my class with a 22%, and you’re five minutes late for my class. Do you even care anymore?”

Kagome glanced at the clock, then at her teacher. “I’m only three minutes late.” She said quietly.

“Don’t let it happen again.” The teacher said sternly. Kagome nodded and looked down at her hands, which were sweating profusely. She decided not to go to the counselor.

By the time the final bell rang, signaling the end of school, Kagome’s anxiety was heightened, and she was vulnerable to everything. She almost started crying in the hall when she dropped her books after someone had bumped into her and scattered her things all over. The kid, it was a boy in the grade above her, bent down to help her pick them up, and she smiled gratefully at him. But when he made eye contact with her, realization dawned on his face, and he robotically stood up and slowly, and walked away, leaving Kagome alone with her scattered papers

Kagome watched him, the pain of his rejection flowing through her like electricity. She quickly picked up her things and left the school, anger at herself and everyone else, mixed with pain, seething through her with each step.

When she got home, the phone was ringing, loudly echoing off the bare white walls. Kagome ignored it and went down the hall to her room, slamming the door shut. She threw her back pack on her bed and ripped her jacked off, flinging it on top of her back pack. Tears were streaming down her already wet cheeks, and she didn’t know when they had started She wiped roughly at them with her sleeves, but only succeeded in tearing open one f her newer and unhealed cuts. Slowly, her anger left her and she was filled with an uncertain calm.

Then an idea slammed into her like a truck. I may have promised myself not to cut, but I never said anything about helping along the old wounds.

Excited, she sloppily rolled up her left sleeve, and began picking eagerly at her wounds, calm washing over her in waves, in between the pain. Blood was coming freely from the newly opened wounds, staining under her fingernails and her fingers. Kagome didn’t care about anything anymore. All she saw was red. Her red. Her precious blood spilling from the cuts.

There were about seventy of them, covering her arm entirely, and in seconds, her arm was practically covered in blood droplets.

Then, when she was in the middle of closing her eyes to let the calm was over her and carry her away, her bedroom door slammed open, and someone said, “I called but-“ and gasp. Kagome’s eyes flew open and she yanked her sleeve down before looking up guiltily at who had burst in.

“Kikyo, I-“

“So, this is help then, huh?” Kikyo asked, her face paleing, and her eyes hardening. Her mouth turned to a grim line as she waited for a response.

“Kikyo, I-I…I couldn’t help it! I need it, Kikyo! I can’t stop, cold turkey, like that! I just can’t.”

“You need real help, Kagome. You can’t just help yourself. You’ll end up doing it again!”

Kagome looked at Kikyo with suspicion. “Why do you care, anyway? No one else does.”

“No one else knows, Kagome.”

“No one would care anyway.”

Kikyo had no response to that, and her eyes were filled with an unreadable emotion. “That’s not the point.”

“Then what is?” Kagome asked. Her voice was filled with a slight hint of icy sarcasm. Kikyo’s mouth moved open and closed, like a fish’s, but she produced no sound. Kagome nodded knowingly. “Why won’t you forget, Kikyo?”

Kikyo looked at Kagome thoughtfully. “Because, Kagome. That’s what you want me to do.”