InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Scars That Won't Fade ❯ Memories ( Chapter 2 )

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Scars That Won't Fade

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Chapter 2: Memories

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Kagome landed on the cold ground of the well. She took a deep breath and righted herself. She could do this. He may not even be there right now. She would just grab her stuff, run to her room, maybe lock the door, and get the hell out of there in the morning.

She climbed the side of the well and hauled herself over with a bit of a grunt. Taking a second to catch her breath, she then stood up and headed towards the door. She slid it open just enough to peer out. The sun was almost completely set beyond the office buildings and establishments, and darkness was beginning to cover the yard. Exhaling quietly in relief, she cautiously slid the door open fully, careful not to make any sound at all. She stepped out into the open air just enough to turn and close the door in the same manner. She locked it, head down, and turned to find him standing infront of her. She gasped loudly, as her stomach convulsed, bile rising in her throat.

She backed against the door, as he watched her. He was always watching her. He stepped forward and she cowered in fear against the door. Her hands clasped together infront of her chest, squeezing her eyes shut as tears came to form. She felt his rough hands grab her on either side of her body, gripping tightly to her arms. She winced in pain, but did not cry out. She knew better. She closed her eyes again, not wanting to look at him, as memories flooded her vision. A small tear slipped down her cheek unattended, since her arms were pinned to her side.

"Look at me," a harsh voice commanded. She knew of only one person who's voice was so filled with hatred and disgust. A strong hand grabbed her chin hard, and she winced again as new surges of pain shot through her body. "Stop. Crying." he ground out. She recognized that tone. Another tear fell down her face, and she desperately tried to keep her eyes away from his.

"I said look at me!"

No sooner did she finally meet his gaze, than his hand came across the side of her face. her lip cracked, and the coppery taste filled her mouth. Her cheek stung from the contact, as she slumped partially against the wellhouse.

He lifted her back up into his arms, and she tried to get away from the contact, but he was too strong. He held her in an embrace, and she wanted to vomit. It had always been this way. Her stomach wrenched, as a tear slid down where she had been hit, making the skin sting even more violently. How could he be so two-faced?

He stroked her head, and she found it hard to resist. She didn't know whether to dare to push him away, or let him have his way with her. "I'm sorry. So sorry. You know I don't mean it." She sobbed silently into his shoulder, shaking so small that it was barely noticeable. She hated it. Hated it all.

He pulled back and walked away from her, leaving her to sit in the night's air, as the cold seeped through her clothes. She watched his retreating figure, as he blended in with the dark of the night, until he was nothing more than a faint outline. She leaned against the wall and sobbed. She cried with all her might. He was back, and there was nothing she could do about it.

How far would it be this time? How far would he go? Bruises? Been there. Cuts? Done that. Hell, she'd even had things dislocated and broken. How much would she have to endure this time? Honestly, the worst part wasn't the pain. It was the heartbreak. When she was small, her mother had known. But...she had never done anything. She doubted that would change this time.

Standing uneasily, she stumbled inside the wellhouse, closing the door behind her. She walked towards the stairs in a daze, stopping just before the top. She lowered a foot on the step, her heel resting on the edge. She wasn't watching where she stepped, and she slipped from her weight, rolling down the stairs and landing on her ankle. She let out a cry, a mixture of a sob and true pain. She cried harder as she struggled to get up, but found that she could barely stand. She fell back down to the solid ground, and pulled at the dirt infront of her.

She dug her nails into the dirt, grasping, pulling, crawling towards the well. Her fingers met the familiar wood, and she used her arms to pull herself up, placing her forearms on the edge as a brace. She pulled herself up, and rolled in, not caring if she landed on her head or not on the other side.

She closed her eyes as she was pulled through to the past. Landing on solid ground, she fell onto her side, heaving from exhaustion, pain...and despair. She lifted her head, her bangs covering her eyes, riddled with dirt. Smudges of earth were present on her face, but she could care less. She softly touched her cheek with her fingertips, but pulled back like they were burned at the pain that radiated from it.

She reached out a shaking arm to a vine that snaked down the side of the old well. She grabbed it tightly, and used it to pull herself up. She was standing half-way, when the vine snapped, and she fell backwards on her foot once more. She yelled in pain, not caring who heard. Anguish. Despair. An overwhelming feeling of being alone in the world. Her yell turned into a loud cry, as the tears began to spill over again. Don't cry. You can't cry. Nobody was here. Nobody could see, nobody could blame her or judge her here. She fell backwards against the floor, her head laying along her arm as the tears landed on the ground beside her. She shook uncontrollably, far past consolation.

She didn't acknowledge anything. Sound, smell, taste, sight. Everything was blocked out, like it should be. If she was going to survive this, she'd have to start over. The old Kagome needed to come back out, needed to be resurfaced. But...the price that she had paid...a lonely childhood, without friends, shut in from the outside world.

She closed her eyes. "No!" she screamed, to who, she didn't care. She just needed to say it, to say something. She shook her head violently against the ground. "No..."

Memories made their way back to her vision once again. She couldn't suppress them this time.

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She was sitting in a room. It was dark, desolate, nothing but wooden floorboards and a single window to her right. She huddled in the corner, her knees brought up to her face, her hands against her head on either side. She cried and cried. It seems that she could never get all the tears out, there were too many.

The floorboards across from her creaked as a sudden weight was put on them. The small door to the room slid open with a small creak, and closed. The footsteps came closer, until they were right infront of her. She didn't look up. She didn't want to see.

A sharp pain shot up her side, and another tear leaked through her shut eyes. Her breathing came in hard as she gasped for air. A hand grabbed the locks on her head, and she cried out in pain, more tears sliding down her face as he lifted her off the ground, suspended by only her hair.

"Don't cry" he had said, with so much hatred in his voice. Had she really been that big of a mistake? His hand came crashing alongside her face, as she flew from his grip, landing on the floor below to the side. She crouched up instinctively into a ball, as she cried louder, unable to stop.

He kicked her. She cried. He kicked her again, and still she weeped. He kept kicking, and kicking, and kicking until a sickening snap radiated through the air. She lifted her head and screamed, her eyes closed, as the pain coursed through her entire body. She grasped her side and kept screaming, screaming, screaming as loud as she could.

He yelled at her to shut up, to stay quiet or he would hit her again. Her mother came into the room, just as his hand had raised to hit her. She had ran to her side, without a word to him, as she grabbed the phone and dialed the ambulance.

She remembered being lifted onto the bed, being carried into the truck, the lights flashing around her as her eyes drifted shut.

She had fallen down the stairs.

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She remembered thinking, `How could he? How could he hate me so much? Am I really that disgusting?'

To this day, she didn't know the answer. How could he despise her so. The one...

Her thoughts were cut off as she heard a voice call out to her in the distance. Wait, in the distance..? No...coming closer. So close...

A warm pair of hands wrapped around her body carefully, handling her as though she was a frail doll. Before she knew what was happening, she was out of the well and on the grassy land above.

She looked up at him, at InuYasha. He had known she was here? Why didn't she realize he was near? Oh, right...she had been...reminiscing...

She locked gazes with his amber eyes, concern filled throughout them. A shiny tear slipped down her face, following the path made by the others before it. It slid down her wounded cheek, and he lifted a hand to brush it off. Before he could make contact, her eyes widened, and she shuffled back as well as she could, her ankle protesting.

He looked genuinely hurt, and she immediately regretted her actions. She hadn't meant to, really. It was just instinct kicking in. She manuevered herself so she was facing him, and leaned forward as well as she could, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her good check to his chest. She felt him stiffen, before wrapping his arms gently around her.

She pulled away soon, making sure that he wasn't offended by her actions. He didn't seem to be, and she said a silent prayer of thanks. He raised his hand by her cheek, but didn't touch it. He pulled away before he got too close, and looked at her.

"What happened to you?"

She looked down, to her right, anywhere but at him. Her bangs covered her eyes and she felt her stomach drop.

"He's...back..."

She started weakly. He waited for her to finish, and she raised her eyes to meet his own, fear and despair shining darkly through the once light and happy orbs.

"My...father."

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