Concrete Angel by Shadow Wolf

She's Holdin' Back

songfic (concrete angel)

neither the song nor Inuyasha is mine

Concrete Angel

She had her eyes turned down to look at the sidewalk, as though it were something interesting. Those eyes used to sparkle a gentle blue when she was happy, but had not had experienced happiness in a long while. Now, the color was simply a dull blue-gray. Her many school books were under one slim arm and her lunch sack was grasped in her free hand. Though this could be perceived as a quite common sight, a girl on her way to school, it was actually quite unusual. Kagome walked along quietly, which made something seem a bit out of place.

(She walks to school with the lunch she packed)

The other students she had attended class with always remembered her as cheerful and friendly, but lately something wrong. There were many dark secrets that she was hiding and no one knew exactly what they were. However, some thought they knew from the bruises they noticed on her arms.

(Nobody knows what she's holdin' back)

Her school uniform was wrinkled and torn; there were small spots of what appeared to be dried blood as well. This was very unlike her normally tidy and pristine appearance. She looked tired and like she had slept in her green skirt and blouse.

(Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday)

Although it was late August, warm, and they had just come back from summer vacation, she wore the long sleeve version of her top. Her sleeves were trying to hide something, something that had happened over the summer. But when you hide something, no one is supposed to know. But everyone knew it.

(She hides the bruises with linen and lace)

In her regular homeroom class, her teacher was mystified. This was a different Kagome Higurashi from last school year. Could a person change this much in one summer? It seemed impossible, for this one did not smile or laugh like the other.

(The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask)

Kagome simply reassured her teacher that she was fine, just something on her mind. Her vacation had been busy and left her with many things to think about. Leaving it at that, she faked a nice, convincing smile before leaving the room.

(It's hard to see the pain behind the mask)

She did the same to everyone else the rest of the day, fake smile, reassurance. The sad part was it worked. No one had the time to busy themselves with someone else's problems.

(Bearing the burden of a secret storm)

But deep inside, where no one would see, she was miserable, dreading to return home. She was afraid of what, no, who might be waiting there for her. Waiting to take her back into her personal hell.

(Sometimes she wishes she was never born)