A Hearts Wish Is A Dream

Heart ache

JMJ- HELLO GUYS IM BACK AND I AM WANTING TO MAKE ANOTHER INUYASHA FANFICTION! THIS TIME I WANT IT TO BE DIFFERENT! HERES THE SUMMARY AND THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THIS POTENTIAL NEW BOOK! PLEASE TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS!

Some kind of nature, some kind of soul.

Some kind of mixture, some kind of goal.

Some kind of majesty, some kind of chemical low.

Some kind of medal made of glue, some kind of plastic I could wrap around you.

The music played in the back ground softly as four young adults, technically still teenagers, sat in a messy smoke filled room. Two of them sat embracing each other in a casually loving way, both girls. Another, the only male in the room, laid across the bare queen sized bed taking a drag from a cigarette. And finally the other girl who sat on a pile of clothes, be them dirty or clean she didn't pay no mind. She took and long drag from her own cigarette relishing the menthol taste that came from it before blowing out the smoke from her lungs.

"I'm so fucking done, if I could, I would resort to being a lesbian! Men are pigs!" She growled eyes flicking to the other male in the room before her features soften. "No offense John. Though, you don't count cause you gay." She added.

"Naw, that's okay. I totally agree, there's tons of pigs out there." He said taking another drag off handly.

"Yeah, I don't blame you girl." One of the girls said.

"Don't worry, he was a jerk anyways. You'll meet the right one for you one day." The other said looking down at the girl that she was holding.

"But I don't want to wait! I'm sick of feeling this way! I never get any male attention, but when I do their either pigs or they stick around and get me to become attached to them. Then they just stomp all over me like I'm peice of trash!" The girl on the floor confessed pain evident on her face. Awe yes, the typical freind comforting when someone within the inner circle gets hurt in a relationship.

He's a pig. I hate him.

He didn't deserve you. You'll find the right one, one day.

Is there something wrong with me?

No! Your perfect the way you are. We love you!

'We all know the routine, maybe not in those exact words but we all have turned to our freinds when shit goes wrong in a relationship. It's very typical to do this and there is nothing wrong with it but why is this one any special?'

"Hey guys, I brought the happy box!" Another woman in a leather trench coat said holding a large wooden box in her arms.

"Yas bish! Bring that shit over here!" John said sitting up to make room for the new addition. The woman sat down careful not to do so on her trench and opened the box. Inside lay several types of bongs and pipes, lighters and of coarse weed.

'No, the weed smoking isn't what makes this special. What is special about this group of misfits is what they did and beleived in. Wiccans. The room held several knifes, candles, incesnse, and pentacles. Most people don't beleive in what they do, many beleived them satan worshippers but those are the thoughs of the close minded and non-beleivers.'

"I want someone who will be as loyal as I am! I could never stomach the thought of cheating! Why would you cheat? If you no longer like someone then just break up! If you still like them but still fuck around then you don't deserve love!" She hissed before taking a huge hit looking to get as messed up as she could. This wasn't a very common thing for her, she was the goodie two shoes of the group but sometimes around her freinds she cut loose.