I don't own Inuyasha.
AN: This may not be suitable for younger audiences do to rape seen, some foul language, & lemons.
Chapter 1
It's not true.
I look down into the face of my love.
It's not true.
His skin still held the pallor of life, but his eyes stared into the unknown afterlife. Their glassy surface held no life. The golden orbs that showed the emotions he tried to hide so clearly. No longer would they flash with anger, fill with sorrow.
It's not true.
He's dead.
I couldn't help it, the tears started flowing. I will be strong. I won't show my pain to him. He can't win. Even now, choking on my sobs, I feel his presence behind me.
It's not true.
A hand descends upon my shoulder. The claw-like nails dig into my soft flesh.
It's not true.
I'm roughly pulled around. My struggles are futile. His weight pins me to the ground. Oh God, don't let him touch me with those filthy hands. The hands that killed my love.
It's not true.
My blouse is roughly torn, exposing the milky skin underneath. My school uniform. From the days of virtue and innocence. There was no innocence in what he was doing to me now.
It's not true.
His mouth on my breasts was searing. Why, why God? Those vile hands trail down my stomach to rest against my skirt. Then, with a rapid movement his hand tore it from my body.
It's not true.
NO! Oh, God, he's taking off his clothes. I scrambled for safety. He pulled me violently to the earth. My legs. He's between my legs. I can feel him against me. NO!
It's not true.
He thrusts, he's inside me. PAIN! I'm on fire. The searing pain blurs my vision. He thrusts again and again in an animalistic way.
It's not true.
When? When will it end? My breast aches where he holds it. He picked up his pace. Faster and faster, until, finally he gasps and releases his dirty seed into me.
It's not true.
He collapses on top of me. I withdraw into myself.
It's not true.
He's leaving. Leaving me there, naked and broken, like a piece of trash.
It's not true.
Inuyasha, why couldn't you have been there? Why did you die?
It's not true.
I'm all alone. He killed them all. Sango with her pain filled eyes, used and betrayed, but still willing to love and trust. Miroku, with his lecherous hands and charming smile. Kirara, protector of all. Shippou, oh Shippou, who never hurt anyone. Inuyasha. Why?
It's not true.
I lay there in my despair, wishing something would kill me, end this pain. The blackness of unconsciousness creeps up on me.
It's not true.
It can't be true.
Well, what do you think? It's short, I know, but not bad for ten minutes.
AN: This may not be suitable for younger audiences do to rape seen, some foul language, & lemons.
Chapter 1
It's not true.
I look down into the face of my love.
It's not true.
His skin still held the pallor of life, but his eyes stared into the unknown afterlife. Their glassy surface held no life. The golden orbs that showed the emotions he tried to hide so clearly. No longer would they flash with anger, fill with sorrow.
It's not true.
He's dead.
I couldn't help it, the tears started flowing. I will be strong. I won't show my pain to him. He can't win. Even now, choking on my sobs, I feel his presence behind me.
It's not true.
A hand descends upon my shoulder. The claw-like nails dig into my soft flesh.
It's not true.
I'm roughly pulled around. My struggles are futile. His weight pins me to the ground. Oh God, don't let him touch me with those filthy hands. The hands that killed my love.
It's not true.
My blouse is roughly torn, exposing the milky skin underneath. My school uniform. From the days of virtue and innocence. There was no innocence in what he was doing to me now.
It's not true.
His mouth on my breasts was searing. Why, why God? Those vile hands trail down my stomach to rest against my skirt. Then, with a rapid movement his hand tore it from my body.
It's not true.
NO! Oh, God, he's taking off his clothes. I scrambled for safety. He pulled me violently to the earth. My legs. He's between my legs. I can feel him against me. NO!
It's not true.
He thrusts, he's inside me. PAIN! I'm on fire. The searing pain blurs my vision. He thrusts again and again in an animalistic way.
It's not true.
When? When will it end? My breast aches where he holds it. He picked up his pace. Faster and faster, until, finally he gasps and releases his dirty seed into me.
It's not true.
He collapses on top of me. I withdraw into myself.
It's not true.
He's leaving. Leaving me there, naked and broken, like a piece of trash.
It's not true.
Inuyasha, why couldn't you have been there? Why did you die?
It's not true.
I'm all alone. He killed them all. Sango with her pain filled eyes, used and betrayed, but still willing to love and trust. Miroku, with his lecherous hands and charming smile. Kirara, protector of all. Shippou, oh Shippou, who never hurt anyone. Inuyasha. Why?
It's not true.
I lay there in my despair, wishing something would kill me, end this pain. The blackness of unconsciousness creeps up on me.
It's not true.
It can't be true.
Well, what do you think? It's short, I know, but not bad for ten minutes.