Ok. This is my side story. I'm working on when at my aunties… I'm here like everyday, so this story with get updated a lot. I hope. So bear with my short chapters and me.
I knew I had to get out. I had to get up, and run. Just go somewhere… Get back to them. My body couldn't take much more of this abuse. My spirit was broken, and fighting for any rush of adrenalin I could conjure up to escape. If I kept faith, my spirit could survive. I had to wait until the time as right.
I lost track of time, being trapped from the sun and working all night could do that. There was never a time I wish I had Kagome's "wrist watch" more than right now. There was never a time I wish I had Kagome more than right now. I wanted to be safe again. Just to sit around the campfire, listening to mindless conversations and pretend that I wasn't actually paying attention, when I was. When I was actually clinging to every word everyone said.
Ramen sounded good right now as well. Anything food related sounded good to my agonizing stomach. I reached down to my thin, pale and abused stomach to rub away a sudden hunger pain like many nights before. Yes food sounded good, but ramen was the heavens light. It could mean so many things. Everything being back to normal… Being with my friends…. Joining in our day to day quest and adventures…. I didn't want this nightmare to be real.
I struggled to open my eyes. I was sure the spark of life was gone. My soul wasn't in them anymore like people had claimed they were. I didn't display my emotions in them anymore… I didn't feel emotions anymore. They made me weak in the first place. My eyelids fell once I seen the same old hut I was trapped in.
I just couldn't keep them open. I was exhausted, working so hard. Really, I knew I could've opened my eyes again. I just didn't want to see that retched ceiling again. I didn't want to be here. I decided I would never be here again.
So I waited until midnight, and I silently sized up the strength of the wooden walls compared to my own remaining strength. For days I have been pounding, scratching and even screaming at the walls to open up. To let me go, and I think tonight they will listen. I had weakened dramatically through out the time, been injured everywhere…
But so had the walls. Tonight I could feel it. I was getting out of here tonight. I heard her sickening voice carry down to where she held me in the cellar. She was leaving again. Her cracking voice, withered with age, informed me she was getting a new plaything. Maybe she knew she was loosing her old one?
I swiped at the wood, dampened with my blood and sweat from the days I leaned against it, punched it, or cried against it.
I body slammed the cracking wood a couple of times, throwing all my energy into each hit. Finally, the walls broke through and I landed on the hard ground. The heavy wood thumped against my back, its sharp edges driving into my skin. And then it cracked. My back put up with so much stress, carried me through out my life, ever faithful.
And it just cracked.
I clenched my jaw and hissed in pain. This was a stupid setback, nothing more. I could keep going. Numbly, I shakily pulled my stinging feet under me. It hurt to stand. To move my limbs, it was agonizing, nearly impossible. But I did it. I stumbled away from the dark, odorous cabin and into the dark, deadly silent, forest.
My hands gripped at trees to keep my balance when I knew my legs were about to give out. My back was screaming at me, threatening to kill me. But I ignored it. I would be killed. I would be killed if she knew I was this far away, and this close to freedom.
In the middle the forest I collapsed, leaning against a tree I had struggled for balance against.
As I panted for breath, fighting off darkness I thought of things. I thought about what I had escaped from. I was letting the darkness win, finding peace for a little while, when I knew that my bones would heal easily…
But my spirit was hanging on by a thread. My spirit was gasping for its final breath. On the border of life and death my spirit clung. I could only hope they will find me, before she does….
Cause I give up.
And just like that…
My spirit fell.