Disclaimer- I don't own DBZ, blah, blah, blah….
I stood alone staring into the black, starless night. It reminded me of my world. I had no stars, nothing to light my path. Not even my parents. My mother had tried. In her own way I believe she thought she was doing everything right for me. She kept food on the table and clothes on my back. But I could never say she was truly there for me. Whether it was work, or dealing with dad, I'll never know. She just never had the time for me when I needed her. But at least she tried. That was more than I can say for my father. Sometimes I wonder if father has any emotions, any feelings at all; or if I was just one of his "mistakes." He had never shown any love for me at all. He only loved himself. I had spent my youth alone, instead of playing ball with my dad like any normal kid would. And as I had grown up, when I needed him the most, just to talk to and confide in, I was lucky if he even noticed I was alive.
I fingered the blade in my hand. I thought about how much my life resembled that moon that was somewhere way up there. Each time I needed my mother or father, as a guide or just as a friend, and each time I stood alone instead, my life faded away like the phases of the moon.
I caught a glimpse of my reflection from the sword in the dim light of the night. It would soon be a new moon.
I lifted the edge and put it to my chest. At least no I would no longer be alone in this world.
Somewhere far off in the distance, birds chirped and the light of a new day crept across the horizon. Somewhere a new hope, a new life was being born. But it was not mine. I was still alone in the world.
