Inverted: Bleach [Currently Being Edited]

Chapter Eleven: My Mother

   I gaped at the woman in icy armor standing in front of me, and I couldn't believe my eyes. This is my mother. But this can't be right. My mother is dead.

   "Hikari... It is you, isn't it?" the woman, my mother, said. Surprisingly, there is no joy in my heart. There is nothing at all. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

   Somewhere deep within me, my feelings of anger, hurt, and rage were locked. I heard a snapping, and the gates broke loose. I can no longer think. All of my emotions are threatening to flood out of my body, and there is no way to control it. What am I to do?

   "You're supposed to be dead," I muttered flatly, attempting to suppress my feelings. If the two words come from her mouth, the ones I know she will say, I won't be able to control myself.

   My mother walked over to me, and Hichigo grabbed my hand to keep me still. I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back a scream when she placed an armored hand on my shoulder. Ice. Ice. She is ice, and my anger is fire. If I give way to my emotions, I will snap and melt her down until nothing is left. But I can't help it. Only if she says those two words.

   "Im sorry," my mother said. Those words are the ones that I expected to hear.

   Hichigo gripped my hand even tighter, but it wasn't going to stop me. I gripped his hand as tight as I could causing him to cry out in pain. With that same hand that held his, I slammed my knuckles into his nose, and I heard a crunch. All the while, I never took one glance at him.

   "Hey!" Ichigo cried out, but my mother held up a hand to stop him from restraining me. He gulped and took a step back.

   "You're not sorry," I snarled," If were really sorry, you would've come back for me. But, no! You left me with that freak that you call a father, you left me to fend for my brother, you left me behind! I can't believe that I grieved over your death, you damn traitor!" I screamed and grabbed her by the neck of her armor, slamming her against the wall.

   "Please, hear me out," she said quietly. I flung a fist towards her, but she dodged. I continued to throw punches at her, left and right, but she continued to talk. After a few minutes of trying to hit her, she finally raised her voice. "It was for your own good!"

   In a wild rage, I aimed another punch towards her head, but she didn't try to block it. She let me hit her. When it connected, she stumbled backwards and hit the dresser. I felt a nagging feeling that made me feel guilty for what I did, and I returned to reality.

   Hichigo sat on the bed clutching his face, and blood oozed between his fingers and dripped down his neck. Ichigo and Rukia stood in horror in the corner by the closet. And my mother was lying on the ground in front of me with a large gash on the side of her head. Every eye was on me, and I felt tears forming in my eyes. I stifled a sob as the tears ran down my cheeks, and I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

   I'm numb.

   So numb.

   I hurt the ones that I love. But I guess that's just how my father raised me.

   Down the stairs. Out the door. Onto the street. I ran.

   Tears. Pain. Anger. But it was all numb.

   I kept running.

   Hours passed.

   Never did I look back. Never did I stop. But ever did I keep running.

   I dont want to go back. I can't go back.

   No point in living unless I forget my old life.

   I don't even know where I am going anymore.

   No. That's not right.

   I never knew where I was going from the start.