Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.
I am moody rite now, so I am writing this depressing fic.
You decide who it is.
Life.
What is life? Scientific people might say its cells and anything that eats, breathes, moves, reproduces. Little children might say "cookies, candys, mommy, daddy, and games." But most people I know will say that life is a special thing not to be wasted. Life is given to each individual to experience saddness, grief, happiness, anger, jealousy, contentness, and love. Life is fragile despite what other people might think. A person can die in more than one way. A person can still be alive but empty inside. A living shell. A shadow of the person who once was there before. As I said before, life is as fragile. Just like a human heart. Sometimes I think its better if people don't feel emotions. Whats the use if you pour your heart and soul into a person...and not get a slightest recognition? Without emotions, a person can succeed and do things without thinking of a problem between another person.
Life has no special meaning anymore. The sparkle is gone from my eyes. The bubbly happiness gone from my heart. The burning fire has diminished from my soul. I had died inside. Others don't notice the fakeness from me. Faking every smile. every grin. every laugh. every tear. every shout. every yell. every glare. everything.
Death. What does happen after you die? Is it true you go straight to HFIL if you commit suicide? I guess I'll find out. I believe that after a person dies, every single question the person has would be answered. Every doubt, every problem would become clear. In a few moments, these pills I hold in my hand will do the job. It'll provide me the answers to everything. One by one I put into my system. I have 30. One. by One. Time passed quickly yet slowly. I laid in bed on my side, covers pulled up, enjoying the warmth that I would feel for the last final time. I feel still and drugged. I moved my eyes only to my hand. 2 left. 2 pills left. I swallowed them. Drowzieness slowly came to me. Laying there for about one hour. I glanced at the digital clock. It won't be till another 1-2 hours till someone would come home and find me. Imagining my love's face one more time, I drifted off into unconsiousness...
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Um..ookay, now i read it over, i don't know how i wrote all that. anyway, do you all want a 2nd chapter that would reveal who this really is? or do you want to just settle with this and that would make this story a one shot fic. well? please state in your reviews!! and oh yeah, have fun guessin!
starwandmagical
I am moody rite now, so I am writing this depressing fic.
You decide who it is.
Life.
What is life? Scientific people might say its cells and anything that eats, breathes, moves, reproduces. Little children might say "cookies, candys, mommy, daddy, and games." But most people I know will say that life is a special thing not to be wasted. Life is given to each individual to experience saddness, grief, happiness, anger, jealousy, contentness, and love. Life is fragile despite what other people might think. A person can die in more than one way. A person can still be alive but empty inside. A living shell. A shadow of the person who once was there before. As I said before, life is as fragile. Just like a human heart. Sometimes I think its better if people don't feel emotions. Whats the use if you pour your heart and soul into a person...and not get a slightest recognition? Without emotions, a person can succeed and do things without thinking of a problem between another person.
Life has no special meaning anymore. The sparkle is gone from my eyes. The bubbly happiness gone from my heart. The burning fire has diminished from my soul. I had died inside. Others don't notice the fakeness from me. Faking every smile. every grin. every laugh. every tear. every shout. every yell. every glare. everything.
Death. What does happen after you die? Is it true you go straight to HFIL if you commit suicide? I guess I'll find out. I believe that after a person dies, every single question the person has would be answered. Every doubt, every problem would become clear. In a few moments, these pills I hold in my hand will do the job. It'll provide me the answers to everything. One by one I put into my system. I have 30. One. by One. Time passed quickly yet slowly. I laid in bed on my side, covers pulled up, enjoying the warmth that I would feel for the last final time. I feel still and drugged. I moved my eyes only to my hand. 2 left. 2 pills left. I swallowed them. Drowzieness slowly came to me. Laying there for about one hour. I glanced at the digital clock. It won't be till another 1-2 hours till someone would come home and find me. Imagining my love's face one more time, I drifted off into unconsiousness...
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Um..ookay, now i read it over, i don't know how i wrote all that. anyway, do you all want a 2nd chapter that would reveal who this really is? or do you want to just settle with this and that would make this story a one shot fic. well? please state in your reviews!! and oh yeah, have fun guessin!
starwandmagical