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Nine in the Afternoon
...
We met in a mental hospital and we bonded immediately.
We laughed together.
We escaped together.
We killed together.
And we died together.
We were the best of friends.
...
~The Ballad of Kagome Higurashi~
Where the sunlight cut through the river's mist and fingered through the trees, there was a poorly built hospital.
The Shiningi Institution for the Mental Unstable.
The patients in the prison-like mental institution squinted their eyes as the sun rose, the sound of the guards' footsteps ricocheting off the walls.
As the inmates were getting themselves ready for the day, two were already wide awake, planning their escape, just like they did every morning.
One of them was a teen with wild, beautiful ebony locks. She looked innocent but everyone—especially her partner in crime—knew that wasn't the case.
. . .
Her name was Kagome Higurashi. She was a small, delicate flower at the age of eight years old.
Her smile was brilliant and illuminated the rest of the world.
But that was until her own world became dark.
. . .
Kagome lived in a happy family of four. It was her mother, father, baby brother, and herself.
Mother was nice, but father had a secret. And when mommy found out, she screamed and cried until daddy couldn't take it anymore.
A smack echoed throughout the house. The screaming continued and Kagome was locked in her room, covering her ears, trying to block out every sound.
"Mommy is hurting...Mommy hurts..." she whispered to herself.
. . .
She got up, walked out of the room, and into the kitchen. Father ignored her presence as he beat mother.
The little girl picked up a knife from the drawer. She dragged the knife around the edge of the kitchen counter, making jagged marks as she walked around it.
She stood behind him, held the knife over her head, and something flashed in her eyes before she brought the knife down on him.
It was over with the first stab to his back.
But she wasn't satisfied.
. . .
Little Kagome ignored her mother's screams of desperation for her daughter to stop.
She repeatedly pierced his body with the sharp weapon, splattering blood across the walls as well as her emotionless face.
She slashed his throat and the liquid stained the white tiled floor with a deep scarlet.
Father's cold, lifeless eyes stared back up at his beloved daughter with the stormy gray-blue orbs that matched her own.
They mocked her entire being as well as her mother's. So, she removed those too.
. . .
Once she was finished, she stood over her mother, who was shaking and crying, her face bruised and bloodied with both her and her husband's blood.
The little girl smiled and her previously emotionless face came alive.
"It's okay, Mommy. He won't hurt you anymore!" she smiled at her hysterical mother.
The entire house echoed with the sound of her baby brother and her mother crying, along with the little girl's loud laughter and the sounds
of the screeching police sirens in front of the house.
. . .
For seven years, Kagome lived in a juvenile detention center, locked away from the rest of the world.
She was trapped. Caged.
Soon enough, people found out about the murderer that hid behind the sweet face.
. . .
On the day of her sixteenth birthday, she was immediately moved to the Shiningi Institute for the attempted murder of another teen inmate.
She slashed the poor boy's throat with a slightly rusted box cutter for "catching her off guard".
All he did was tap her shoulder.
. . .
For the first few days of being a patient of the Shiningi Institute, everything finally seemed okay. Several inmates wondered why Kagome was even there.
However, the more seasoned patients who had been there longer knew better. There was darkness in those endless eyes of hers.
Soon, the fellow inmates, as well as the guards knew that Kagome Higurashi was a force to be reckoned with.
On her fifth day of being in the institution, Kagome was thrown into solitary confinement.
However, this was different from any normal prison system. There was another person in the tiny room.
And that person became her power source.
Her best friend.
. . .
The room was silent and the other occupant glared at her, which she returned with twice as much will power.
From what she could see, he had ears on top of his head that twitched in the shadows.
Kagome felt the sinister smirk he was giving her.
Cold. Calculating.
And then he spoke.
. . .
"Hey, I know you. You're that same little girl from the news."
"You recognized me?"
"Yup. Stabbed daddy fifty six times at the age of eight. Nice."
"Glad you're a fan of my work."
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