Save me from Myself by punkedout_rebel

Prougue

Dead

Dead. Was the word that kept going through my mind. Dead. Like my friends.

Buried.

Buried. I should be buried beneath the ground with my companions.

Bravery.

Bravery. I should be brave enough to join them.

Hate.

hate. At the person who caused this all.

Pain.

Pain. Of being the only one left.

Rage.

Rage. That the person who caused this was still alive.

Loneliness.

Loneliness. That I am destined to be alone the rest of my life.

Knowledge.

Knowledge. That because of the fight I am now part demon.

Hope.

Hope. That I could find forgiveness.

Naraku was going to pay for what he did to my friends and me. I will die trying to do what ever it takes to make that bastard pay, even if it means my soul. I owe my friends that much.