Hehehehe, Here I am AGAIN with yet another fic!!!! Why do I do this to
myself? It just means a LOT of updates!!! Oh well. And I think I've fallen
in love with angsty fics. Oh yeah. That's for SURE! Anyways, here ya go. My
latest fic!!!!
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His blood shot eyes stared straight into her own as he pulled the trigger. The gunshot was so loud she should have cried out, but her mouth wouldn't work. Red droplets splattered over her motionless seven-year-old form. Her father's blood made it's way slowly down her face. And than she saw his motionless body. . . .
And she screamed.
***********End Dream
She woke up with a gasp, covered in a cold sweat. Breathing heavily, she wrapped the blanket tighter around her trembling body.
She still had the nightmares.
It had been ten years.
She didn't cry. She remembered when she used to cry. She used to scream too. The first few years after it had happened. She would wake up four or five times in the same night screaming in absolute terror, tears streaming down her young face.
Her mother had moved her room to the other side of the house.
Eventually the young Kagome had learned not to scream, to not even cry. It made her mother angry. And if there was one thing Kagome feared even more than her nightmares, it was being alone. Even now, with her room between her mother's and younger brother's, she felt the familiar memories surrounding her. When she was alone she could almost feel the warm liquid as it made trails down her face.
With a shudder she covered her face with her hands.
Careful, as always, not to wake up her mom.
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"Good morning, Kagome." Her mom greeted her formally as she readied herself for breakfast. Three serving maids brought out each of their meals, and set them before the correct person with flourish.
"Good morning mother." She replied as casually as she could. Every morning without fail, her mother would try to guess whether or not Kagome had had nightmares the night before. Kagome had won a couple times. She'd never had a night without nightmares.
"Did you sleep well?" Her expression was unreadable.
"Yes."
"Souta?" She turned her attention to the twelve-year-old boy.
"I slept fine." He muttered, hating the morning ritual. He knew what it was about, even if they insisted on pretending he didn't, and he wished they'd just drop it. He shot a worried glance in Kagome's direction when his mother wasn't looking. She looked tired. She always look tired. Even he couldn't seem to make her laugh very much anymore.
They finished the rest of their meal in silence, but as Kagome and Souta got ready to leave for school, their mother cleared her throat.
"I'm sure you're both aware of how close the election is for this year?" They nodded, and she continued. "To ensure the votes from the uh.. Class less fortunate than ours, you're both going to be attending public schools in downtown."
Souta let out a cry of frustration. Every time he finally settled in and made friends, he had to switch schools for his mother's political vendetta. It had been that way ever since his father died.
Kagome just nodded, her face expressionless. It didn't really matter to her, she never really bothered making friends. . . .though maybe the opposite was true too.
"And Kagome," Her mother added, her voice filled with a commanding coldness. "Do try to act like a 'normal' girl this time? I won't let you ruin this for me because you still have childish nightmares."
Once again her daughter nodded, hiding the spark of resentment that flashed through her eyes.
"You have until the end of this week before you start at the new school. Use the time to say your good bye's and gather all your books." She made a small wave with her hand, gesturing for them to leave. They left without saying goodbye.
As usual.
It was almost funny, in a bitterly ironic sort of way. Senator Higurashi was known for her motherly compassion and strength. Who else could have brought up such a beautiful family after such a tragedy? Who else could have had the will to pursue a political career AND achieve it in a shorter amount of time than anyone would have thought possible? That's what the media asked daily, as they did interviews with her, or tried to make guesses about her life. The woman lived for the publicity, able to turn her charm on and off like a light switch. The public loved everything they knew about her.
But they didn't know everything.
They didn't know her beautiful, smart daughter had woken up in tears every night for the past ten years. They didn't even know that the girl had seen her father's death. It wouldn't have been seemly, politically. So it was kept a secret. Seven-year-old Kagome had to pretend she hadn't seen her father die, at least in front of other people, or else face her mother's wrath.
The public didn't know a lot of things.
They didn't know that Souta, the bright, friendly, athletic kid, was a diabetic. Their mother wanted their family to be perfect. No matter what. Souta had to hide his insulin from other people. His mother's orders were very clear. Don't take it if there are people around. . . . no matter how much you need it.
And perhaps the biggest secret of all was the Senator herself. Charming, witty, and beautiful, she made the people love her. But at home she seemed to thrive on fear.
She had never actually abused either Souta or Kagome. So far, the worst punishment they had ever received was a slap, that didn't even leave a mark. But she had brought Souta to tears numerous times with her harsh words. Not Kagome though.
Kagome never cried.
Not anymore.
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Kagome listened to the radio listlessly in her room. It was the night before they would start at their new school. She didn't really care. There wasn't much she cared about anymore. She closed her eyes and let the music take her. She might hate her life, but she could always turn to music. It never hurt her.
She liked the tune to this one. . . What was it called? She wasn't sure, she had turned it on right at the beginning of a chorus. . . .
***SONG*****
Through the wind And the rain She stands hard as a stone In a world That she can't rise above
But her dreams Give her wings And she flies to a place Where she's loved
Concrete angel
(Verse)
Somebody cries in the middle of the night. The neighbors hear but they turn out the light. A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate Whe---
************~
Kagome shut off the radio with a violence that almost surprised her. But that song. . . somebody crying in the middle of the night, being ignored. It hit too close to home. Angrily, she unplugged the radio for good measure.
"Hey sis?" Her brother was in the doorway. Her expression softened. He was probably the only thing she still cared about.
"Yeah?"
"Dinner's ready." He smiled knowingly at the unplugged radio. He'd had those days too. She grinned at him, knowing it would make him happy to make her smile.
"I'll be right down."
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Okay, kind of a short chapter, but I wanted to save the new school for the next one! And guess who's there? And HATES her for her perfect family!!! Hehehehe!!!! As a rule, reviews are ALWAYS welcome!!!! Hehehe, I'm so lame
;o)
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His blood shot eyes stared straight into her own as he pulled the trigger. The gunshot was so loud she should have cried out, but her mouth wouldn't work. Red droplets splattered over her motionless seven-year-old form. Her father's blood made it's way slowly down her face. And than she saw his motionless body. . . .
And she screamed.
***********End Dream
She woke up with a gasp, covered in a cold sweat. Breathing heavily, she wrapped the blanket tighter around her trembling body.
She still had the nightmares.
It had been ten years.
She didn't cry. She remembered when she used to cry. She used to scream too. The first few years after it had happened. She would wake up four or five times in the same night screaming in absolute terror, tears streaming down her young face.
Her mother had moved her room to the other side of the house.
Eventually the young Kagome had learned not to scream, to not even cry. It made her mother angry. And if there was one thing Kagome feared even more than her nightmares, it was being alone. Even now, with her room between her mother's and younger brother's, she felt the familiar memories surrounding her. When she was alone she could almost feel the warm liquid as it made trails down her face.
With a shudder she covered her face with her hands.
Careful, as always, not to wake up her mom.
*************************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*********************~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
"Good morning, Kagome." Her mom greeted her formally as she readied herself for breakfast. Three serving maids brought out each of their meals, and set them before the correct person with flourish.
"Good morning mother." She replied as casually as she could. Every morning without fail, her mother would try to guess whether or not Kagome had had nightmares the night before. Kagome had won a couple times. She'd never had a night without nightmares.
"Did you sleep well?" Her expression was unreadable.
"Yes."
"Souta?" She turned her attention to the twelve-year-old boy.
"I slept fine." He muttered, hating the morning ritual. He knew what it was about, even if they insisted on pretending he didn't, and he wished they'd just drop it. He shot a worried glance in Kagome's direction when his mother wasn't looking. She looked tired. She always look tired. Even he couldn't seem to make her laugh very much anymore.
They finished the rest of their meal in silence, but as Kagome and Souta got ready to leave for school, their mother cleared her throat.
"I'm sure you're both aware of how close the election is for this year?" They nodded, and she continued. "To ensure the votes from the uh.. Class less fortunate than ours, you're both going to be attending public schools in downtown."
Souta let out a cry of frustration. Every time he finally settled in and made friends, he had to switch schools for his mother's political vendetta. It had been that way ever since his father died.
Kagome just nodded, her face expressionless. It didn't really matter to her, she never really bothered making friends. . . .though maybe the opposite was true too.
"And Kagome," Her mother added, her voice filled with a commanding coldness. "Do try to act like a 'normal' girl this time? I won't let you ruin this for me because you still have childish nightmares."
Once again her daughter nodded, hiding the spark of resentment that flashed through her eyes.
"You have until the end of this week before you start at the new school. Use the time to say your good bye's and gather all your books." She made a small wave with her hand, gesturing for them to leave. They left without saying goodbye.
As usual.
It was almost funny, in a bitterly ironic sort of way. Senator Higurashi was known for her motherly compassion and strength. Who else could have brought up such a beautiful family after such a tragedy? Who else could have had the will to pursue a political career AND achieve it in a shorter amount of time than anyone would have thought possible? That's what the media asked daily, as they did interviews with her, or tried to make guesses about her life. The woman lived for the publicity, able to turn her charm on and off like a light switch. The public loved everything they knew about her.
But they didn't know everything.
They didn't know her beautiful, smart daughter had woken up in tears every night for the past ten years. They didn't even know that the girl had seen her father's death. It wouldn't have been seemly, politically. So it was kept a secret. Seven-year-old Kagome had to pretend she hadn't seen her father die, at least in front of other people, or else face her mother's wrath.
The public didn't know a lot of things.
They didn't know that Souta, the bright, friendly, athletic kid, was a diabetic. Their mother wanted their family to be perfect. No matter what. Souta had to hide his insulin from other people. His mother's orders were very clear. Don't take it if there are people around. . . . no matter how much you need it.
And perhaps the biggest secret of all was the Senator herself. Charming, witty, and beautiful, she made the people love her. But at home she seemed to thrive on fear.
She had never actually abused either Souta or Kagome. So far, the worst punishment they had ever received was a slap, that didn't even leave a mark. But she had brought Souta to tears numerous times with her harsh words. Not Kagome though.
Kagome never cried.
Not anymore.
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Kagome listened to the radio listlessly in her room. It was the night before they would start at their new school. She didn't really care. There wasn't much she cared about anymore. She closed her eyes and let the music take her. She might hate her life, but she could always turn to music. It never hurt her.
She liked the tune to this one. . . What was it called? She wasn't sure, she had turned it on right at the beginning of a chorus. . . .
***SONG*****
Through the wind And the rain She stands hard as a stone In a world That she can't rise above
But her dreams Give her wings And she flies to a place Where she's loved
Concrete angel
(Verse)
Somebody cries in the middle of the night. The neighbors hear but they turn out the light. A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate Whe---
************~
Kagome shut off the radio with a violence that almost surprised her. But that song. . . somebody crying in the middle of the night, being ignored. It hit too close to home. Angrily, she unplugged the radio for good measure.
"Hey sis?" Her brother was in the doorway. Her expression softened. He was probably the only thing she still cared about.
"Yeah?"
"Dinner's ready." He smiled knowingly at the unplugged radio. He'd had those days too. She grinned at him, knowing it would make him happy to make her smile.
"I'll be right down."
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Okay, kind of a short chapter, but I wanted to save the new school for the next one! And guess who's there? And HATES her for her perfect family!!! Hehehehe!!!! As a rule, reviews are ALWAYS welcome!!!! Hehehe, I'm so lame
;o)