InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tainted Glass ❯ Another Beginning ( Chapter 6 )

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

A/N: I know it's taken me forever to update but a lot has been going on. I thought about not updating at all, especially after all the hate mail I got. People if you want a person to update, sending harassing emails certainly won't get it. Those who did this know who you are. I like writing fanfics, really, but it is a hobby. I am not nor do I ever want to be a writer. My chosen profession is in a different spectrum all together. I am also in school and do not have the time to focus on my fics and have a social life, work, study, etc. So, forgive me when I take forever to update. I've also hit a writer's block that I'm really trying to overcome. Bear with me and I'll try to finish this fic.

Enough with the ranting and explanations…

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Chapter seven: Another Beginning

Many would say I had the perfect life. Pretty, popular, honor roll student. My mother was my best friend, my brother, annoying, but still a sweet kid, and my dad was hardly home but he still made it to all the important events in my life. We lived in an upper middle class neighbor hood in a nice two story house. My friends envied me, wanted to be me.

Yes, my life was perfect, boring, but perfect. Yet I would always sit on my balcony at night, look at the stars, and wish something exciting would happen to me. I had everything, yet of course, that wasn't enough. Nothing ever is.

I longed for excitement, danger, wished for a change, for something to break up the monotony that was my life.

What is that saying? Oh yes, `be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.'

I wished, I longed, I dreamed and finally I got it, a big burst of excitement that brought life as I knew it crashing down.

I'm being a bit long winded. I'm like that at times. I can go on and on about a subject. I'm really not trying to do that now but I want you to understand. I want you to understand everything I had, so you can see everything I lost. To understand me, you must understand this.

Who am I, you ask? I will tell you, later. You do not need to know my name to appreciate my story.

So I got my excitement, danger in a big bang. It was late that night.

Almost morning.

I remember looking at my clock, but cannot remember the exact time yet I can remember how the sheets felt against my skin. And how the light from the moon made Souta's, my six year old brother, red flannel pajamas appear almost pink.

He had snuck into my room again. He always did, whenever he had a nightmare. I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I gazed at him, but made no move to wake him.

Then I heard a noise. The noise is what had brought me out of my slumber.

A clang, like a window breaking, sounded again, loud enough for me to know that I wasn't dreaming. My brother still laid beside me sleep. I swear the boy could sleep through a marching band practicing on top of an earthquake on the forth of July.

Yet, I digress.

I got up slowly, carefully and tiptoed to my door. I remember the door creaked loudly as it opened and I stood statue still, hoping I didn't alert whoever had broken into our house of my presence. I don't know what I thought I could do. I don't know why I decided to investigate. I was only twelve years old. I didn't even think to grab a weapon. Yet, we are foolish when we are young. Somehow we think that we are invincible. I crept out into the hallway and started towards the stairs. Downstairs is where I thought I heard the sound.

A scream pierced the night.

A soul shattering scream, coming from my parents' bedroom.

I turned around quickly, raced toward their room, which was two rooms down from mine. I stood in their doorway, transfixed by the sight.

A monster, the only thing I knew to describe it as was monster, had my mother. She was thrown across the bed, her nightgown, her favorite one, light pink with pale yellow roses at the seam, was in tatters around her body. The monster was pumping into her, raping her, drawing blood wherever his hands touched. Another monster held my father. His mouth was attached to my father's neck yet his eyes never left the scene on the bed. My father's extremities hung at unnatural angles and his eyes stared sightlessly at the bed.

I knew he wasn't alive.

I stood there for what appeared to be hours, a scream stuck in my throat, tears streaming down my face, yet I was too shocked to move. My mother blinked pain filled brown eyes at me, eyes me and my brother inherited from her, and mouthed the word `run'.

Yet I could not.

I was frozen.

I couldn't move to help her. I couldn't move to help myself.

The thrusting monster screamed his release, while the one holding my father pulled his mouth away from my father's neck.

And looked straight at me with my father's blood dripping from his mouth.

My mother screamed run and run I did. I ran to my room, grabbed my still sleeping brother, who awakened as I pulled him into my arms. He fought me for a moment, not understanding why I was pulling him from the bed or why I was crying.

That was until the monsters burst into my room. The one that killed my father still had blood dripping from his mouth, while the one who raped my mother never bothered to put his pants back on.

My brother clung to me, his face buried in my chest. I wrapped my arms around him.

Determination began to replace the fear and with anger. My mother and father were dead, dead and would never come back. I would not let them harm my brother.

The monsters advanced toward us, I know expecting an easy victory. The closer they came, the angrier I got until a white light pierced my vision and I blacked out.

When I awoke again, my brother was in my arms, looking fearfully up at me. The monsters were gone, yet so was my house. Only the land remained. We were both outside laying on an empty lot. It was early morning, no later than 7:00. The sun had just come up. Around my neck on a silver chain, lay a beautiful white jewel.

I held my brother in my arms as we both cried. A neighbor, outside to retrieve his newspaper, ran quickly to us. Yet I couldn't clearly see him. Tears blurred my eyes. Nor could I answer any questions as a crowd began to gather around us.

My parents were dead and somehow I was to blame. That was my only thought, my only focus.

That and the white light that saved our lives.

But this was only the beginning.

Earlier you wanted my name. It is Kagome yet after that night, I didn't think I could be Kagome ever again.