The Daughter of Kurama (Discontinued)

Chapter 1 - Matatabi?

"Get up. Seems today was another failure." He spat, placing down the doused holy water knife covered in my blood on the table.

My empty amber eyes stare blankly at his dark brown as he unlocks the chained lock on my wrist.

"Clean up. You're lucky you get to live another day. Demon." He glares hatefully, his black greying hair disappearing through the door.

I blink as I slowly get up from my slumped position from the wall. I wince at the intense itch from my back as I walk towards the bathroom. As I enter the bathroom, I grab the alcohol from underneath the sink as I wobble to the shower. I stare blankly at the showerhead, already knowing the intense sting that was going to befall on my back. Deciding to just get it over with, I turn on the showerhead and hiss as the water hits my back.

I feel my wet hair move, sinking into the cuts and making them uncomfortable. Shoot, forgot to grab the hair. I wince as I knew the pain was only going to intensify. Moving slowly, I grab a fistful of my hair and move it over my uninjured left shoulder. After I get that done with I bend my head as low as I can and wash it.

As I rinse off the sud, some of the foam got into my injuries, making it sting sharply before feeling itchy.

I sigh as I look at the soap. Antibacterial soap, imported from Mexico by my caring parents. It really dries out my skin but I really had no say in the matter.

After the stinging and burning mess that was carefully cleaning my wounds, I stepped out of the shower. I look around for my spare clothes and blink as I remember that Alice isn't here. I smack my head as I groan. Seriously Etsuko, it's been two months since she's gone to Boston, you know she's gone, why do you keep forgetting that she isn't here anymore.

I slouch as I stare at the hangers. Alice, my sister and the only person I acknowledge as a human being was the only person that cared for me here. She was the one who would sneak in clothes, gauze, alcohol, and towels for me whenever my parents tried to get the demon out from me. But she's gone, and there aren't any towels except for the small one to wipe your hands in. I sigh as my heart drops. I really miss her, which makes me wonder, why hasn't she called me yet? I stare at the light blue hand towel and turn away. Meh, it's not like anyone is going to see me.

I turn towards the alcohol and bite my lip as I grab it. Sighing I crouch and look under the sink for bandages. Seeing the last roll, I reach for it. I stare at the bandage, zoning out a bit as I remember the first time Alice bandaged me. I was six and she was twelve, I believe it was the first time that my parents decided to try and exorcise the demon that was supposedly possessing me themselves. It... wasn't pretty. They tried knives, tasers, crosses, the bible, they threw a literal five inch bible in my face. It turned out so bad, they freaked out, thinking I was going to die. Well my mother did, my father just looked angry at the prospect of paying a hospital bill when we were already broke with all the exorcists they were hiring over the years. You could feel the love. Anyway, instead Alice treated the knife wounds with alcohol and my mother, who went to a med highschool, wrapped my bandages, deciding to teach Alice too. That was two months before we got the knews of her conception. I don't know what happened, but after that her attitude went into a complete three sixty and she started to hate me too. By then Alice was experienced in bandaging me and she was my personal nurse for seven years straight.

I smile softly to myself as I remember the happy moments but the prominent sting on my back made me frown as I turned back to the present.

I stand up with a roll of bandage as I go in the shower, I sigh as I stare at the bandage. I clench the bandage as I open the alcohol and grit my teeth. I hold my breath as I then slowly pour the alcohol.