InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Misunderstood Emotions ❯ Prologue

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

This is just a prologue. I guess you could say it tells of what's to come. All in all, if this doesn't get reviews or whatever, I'm just going to leave it as a one-shot. Sound fair to you?

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 11.08.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 805 | Status: Work In Progress

AN: Is this wierd? I thought of it when I was really down. I think that you guys might like it. This is going to be a kind of like the prologue of the story.....Not really a story, but a kind of event......Does that make sense? Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary( Just in case you didn't read it!): Like the title implies, the story is about Kagome, who is usually misunderstood. As she is about to move on towards the next step of depression, she meets, the a group of boys that understand how she feels. They give her something to look forward to and she gives them the will to survive. Neither knows what the other is doing. Will they ever know?

Unlikely Thoughts

Kagome's P.O.V. (Point Of View)

Somewhere on the darkened road,

I could only see the darkness.

Without realizing my peril,

I took it in with hope for the light.

However, what I dreamed of was not to be.

Little by little, I hurriedly searched.

Never knowing that the light had gone.

The light had left me to my devices.

Without understanding my own pains,

I looked to the deepest of sleep to ease my pain.

As I sifted through my belongings,

I finally found what I needed.

A pencil sharpener was the only thing,

Rather than blood crusted knives and swords.

I pulled off the cover and reached for the screw.

The screw, I twisted off, to break the sharpener into pieces.

I found the razor contained in the sharpener,

And wiped it on my shirt.

I didn't want lead to keep people from knowing.

Knowing who it is through cover of infection.

I put the now clean blade against my skin,

The razor gleaming anxiously,

Impatient for the taste of my blood.

It had been the perfect choice.

I pressed it into my wrist a bit,

Not wanting the cut to be without damage.

Instantly, I swiped it as I would a card, against my skin,

Not wanting to chicken out at the last minute.

It hurt, like the stinging on your face when someone slaps you.

At the same time, I was relieved.

Sure it hurt; it hurt like hell,

But it also released the pain inside.

I switched hands with the razor.

I did the same to my other wrist,

Releasing the years and years of pain that I'd endured.

Then, I frowned, disappointed.

I had expected blood to well up instantly.

A few seconds was all it took,

And both of my wrists were crying out.

As was my soul.

No one had been there to see me.

No one had been there to stop me.

No one would care about me.

I had only made it easier to forget me.

I had some short moments of regret.

Remembering their faces whenever I gave them something.

Full of delight and surprise.

They never did anything for me.........

I felt the pain and the sorrow welling up again.

I didn't like that feeling.

I cut again on both wrists, underneath the first.

No one could or would save me now.

They would be too late.

I smiled, scared and happy.

I could leave this life behind me.

I was finally free.

AN: Two reviews if I should continue. Thank you for reading.