InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sleep Paralysis ❯ The World Around You ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/n: While I'm still going to be working on "Silence the Fairytale", rereading this story, it appears to me as if it were a mess. It aggravates me, I hate how choppy it is, so I'm going to be going through an intense rewrite of this.

If you've never read this story before, it's got intensely graphic adult situations such as rape/violence/torture. Please bear that in mind. I don't think this story is for the weak of heart, and for those interested, please enjoy this story and my revision.

Luna-



Kagome studied the mirror solemnly, leering as she witnessed her eyes flash from chocolate hues to frigid ice, and back again. The blueness of them was overwhelming and astounding, and if she hadn't been used to such oddities, she perhaps would have been scared. Maybe she should have been scared.

She stood naked, bruises littering themselves around her body, telling a story that couldn't be seen.

A story that was hers alone.

It was an invisible battle, and a great one. One fought in the shadows and recesses of dreams and nightmares, the very foreground between subconsciousness and waking reality. A psychology no one dared admit the truth behind, for all those who knew never talked about it for fear of a physical society that brought rejection concerning such a… metaphysical topic.

Her body was lithe, the dark circles under her eyes foretelling a large lack of sleep. Her ribs protruded just the slightest, and she wondered…

She wondered where those smiling children that had becoming angry demons that terrorized her at night had gone. The dreams, the nightmares brought on by those unseen hands touching her constantly. That burning hunger that couldn't be fed so easily, the things she shied away from... the things she couldn't escape as if these chains that bound her to this seeming fate were unbreakable.

Turning to the side, she watched as her ebony locks fell into her face, shielding her expression. She was hiding again… but they always found her.

He always found her.

Swallowing harshly, she tried to force the lump inside her cottony throat down.

But it wouldn't budge.

It was refusing, just as all things in life refused her.

She brushed her fingertips lightly up her body again, touching those unfamiliar breasts in self-loathing... She was so young. And so many wanted her already.

Reaching numb fingertips outward, she removed them and placed them on the liquid steel of the mirror.

It was cold.

It caused her flesh to goosebump, sending shivers down her spine.

She felt as if another was watching her through those eyes in that reflection.

Her lily white skin paled noticeably whilst she shivered... and while her reflection moved, she didn't.

...All it did was touch herself and smile. And the entire time she stood there unable to peel her eyes away like a sadistic voyeur enjoying her own downfall.