A Darker Side Of Light
It is the mysteries, not the discoveries, that make life interesting. - Unknown.
Kagome sighed, dragging the giant black suitcase in one hand and an over-sized stuffed white plushie dog in the other.
She's been dreading this day for a long time now.
She looked around at the big house, the green trees surrounding it, and wondered how her mother managed to pay for this with her minimum-wage job salary.
She sighed again, looking at the sky.
It was as blue cotton candy, no clouds in sight.
The sun was overpowering, bouncing off the green leaves of trees, and the roof of the house.
She kept walking, kicking rocks out of the way and almost tripping a few times. Heels were a bad idea in this part of town.
After a struggle with the suitcase and the plushie she managed to get them in the house.
She walked down the hall, hearing her mother and grandfather still arguing outside about something random.
The house seemed strange to her.
The furniture was still here, even magazines and flower vases, the things you'd assume people would take with them.
She walked up the stairs, which creeked eerily under her feet, and her mind flashed to all the horror movies she watched with her friends the previous night.
Way to go to another bad idea.
The house looked like it fell out of a horror movie, from the creeky stairs to the forest surrounding it, right back to the things that definetly should've been gone with the previous owners.
On the second floor there were only two doors.
She pushed the first one open, and it creekily opened.
Painted green walls swallowed up the room, and she almost screamed when she looked across the room.
A mirror that stood there reflected her image back at her.
She dropped her things on the floor, clutching at her rapidly beating heart.
She could've sworn it was someone else for a second.
Closing the door, and wanting nothing else to do with mirrors for a while, she pushed open the second door.
As soon as it opened, she was blinded by the bright rays of sun spilling from the open window.
When she could see again, she automatically determined that this was a girls room.
The purple walls were quite a pretty shade, and the match of pink bed sheets and pale blue curtains made the room feel like home.
She dragged her suitcase and plushie into the room, dropping them on the floor, and marking this room hers.
It just felt right, this room.
She plopped down on the bed, forgetting about the creepiness factor of the house, because suddenly, she felt sleepy.
Reaching for her toy and grabbing a pillow instead she curled up on the bed, staring across the room into the mirror as her eyes closed, and not even noticing the sad girl standing in there staring out at her.
When she woke up it was already dark, the sun low on the horizon, and everything was covered in shadows.
She sat up and streached, wondering about her dream.
Standing up she went to the closet in her room, and flicked the lights on.
Pushing the door open, she stepped into the small room filled with clothes and personal items.
Now she really was starting to wonder at just how fast did these people have to leave.
Following her steps in the dream she went all the way in the back, pushed some of the clothes out of the way, and pulled out a red binder, identical to the one in her dream.
Blowing the dust of the writting on the front, she smothed out the piece of paper taped to the front.
Handwritten across the old piece of papers it read:
Kikyou Takeda
Grade 11
Shikon High.
'Shikon High? I'm supposed to go there!' she thought silently, clutching the binder to her chest and slowly making her way out of the small room. It was making her just a little bit claustraphobic.
Sitting down on the bed cross legged, she put the binder down and opened it.
What stared back at her almost scared the hell out of her.
Her first throught was 'How the hell do they have a picture of me?'
But once she got over her shock, she took a closer look.
The girl in the picture had longer, coal black hair, and coffee brown eyes. She was smiling lightly, her fingers in a peace sign.
Next to her was another girl, her shorter, black hair with brown highlights put up with various hair decorations. Her eyes were supposed to be brown, but shone a dark mahogany in the light.
Behind them was a boy, no, man, who looked much older then both of them. He had black hair, naturaly wavy, put in a high ponytail. What caught her attention though, were his eyes. A perfect bloody red, she didnt know if it was a trick of the light, or the camera flash, but she could see no other colour in his eyes. He wore black, that seemed to dull all the colours around him, almost like a void.
She shuddered, wondering how anyone could stand to be around someone so obviously evil.
Her eyes moved to the last boy in the picture, who didn't look all that happy to be there either. He was scowling at the camera, silver hair glowing in the sun, and hazel eyes looking like molten gold. He looked absolutely pissed, like he would spring up and jump away any second now.
She wanted to laugh at the boy, because his red shirt seemed to make him look absolutely cartoon like.
While the other man was dressed completely in black, and the two girls wore green and white uniforms, he looked completely out of place in a bright red.
Looking at the uniforms, she was glad they dropped that particular law a few years back.
Free expression as such a fascinating concept.
Her friends took her on a shopping spree as soon as she anounced her tragic news. They went to the mall and bought tons of shirts that the small town people were bound to have never seen before.
She was never very preppy, and she was surprized that she didn't totaly hate the colourful room.
Her clothes were now more punk then anything, and she was proud.
Observing the people from the car window on the way here, she couldn't help but notice how bland everything looked.
She was bound to mix it up, if only a little bit.
She stood up, knocking the picture from her lap, and forgetting the red binder on the bed as she made her way down, wondering where her mom and grandra were.
Usualy they'd be making a racket by now about who has to take out the garbage first.
She sighed, shaking her head.
Closing the door, she never noticed the girl sitting in her mirror frame, watching her silently through dark, coffee brown eyes.