This Celeb Ryu here…and yes I have other fics to update… But I really wanna start this! Especially since Bouzi is gonna cowrite it with me! Anyways this has to deal with depression and eating disorders. Don't like? Don't read! I don't own DBZ… Bra's POV whole thing.
UnprettyI look to father as I drive the car to the clinic. He's the only one who agreed to come with me, he's perhaps the only who still cares. Neither one of us talk, he just looks at me sadly, he's probably wondering how I could be so weak… I sigh and turn on the radio…and here is the most ironic joke Dende could play one me…Do you know what song was playing? Unpretty by TLC…
My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Every time I think I'm through
It's because of you
I've tried different ways
But it's all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
I am a model envied by almost everyone, the epitome of coolness. Yet despite how "perfect I seem" I still feel so empty inside…They always gave me tips on how to "improve" my looks. No matter how beautiful, how skinny I was it was never enough.
I tried so many different ways to change myself, including some I would rather not talk about. I starved myself, threw up food, took laxatives. And I can blame everyone else all I want but when it really comes down to it…
It's only my fault.
I shut the radio off again; this isn't making me feel any better. I glance at father again; he's still staring at me. "Father you didn't have to come…" I mutter.
He looks up, "Bura…I won't pretend I understand this, but I am still your father…I'm not going to leave you when you need someone…"
I smile weakly, I don't know what I'd do without him, father is all I have left now. Even Goten left… I shake my head trying to dismiss such disturbing thoughts. It was my own fault…I drove him away…I drove anyone away. I take a deep breath as I pull into the parking lot of the clinic.
"Do you want me to go with you?"
"Sure…" And he walked me into my new home her the next 3 months, Everglades.
I sit on the couch quietly, I've been here a day now and I already hate it. They watch me eat like a hawk. And you, some quack I don't know what me to talk to you? You think pulling me in here will get me to talk when I haven't talked to anyone in such a long time… I hug my knees as I hear you first question, "So how did this all start?" I know the answer…but I don't want to give it…It started a year ago, when I got my modeling job…
Well there's the prologue short maybe….but to the point. The first chapter will done by Bouzi…Review please!