Author Notes: Hi it's me again. This fic I would say is my darkest story
ever it was inspired by a great writer. She helped me figure out how I
wanted to write this fic.
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He watched everything that happened. It was like he was helpless to help her, he just wanted to grab her and tell her he cared. He couldn't though. She couldn't hear him, let alone feel his presence. She was on her own on this one.
Screams and yelling reached his ears. As he heard a fragile body hit the cold floor hard, he shut his eyes hard. The scene too scary to imagine, her father did it. Her father threw her across the room and she hit the floor.
Soft sounds of pain reached his ears now. Her father left the house in rage, walking into the living room he saw her huddled in the darkest corner of the house. Her small form shaking with sobs, as her blonde hair covered the side of her face.
He walked up to her his footsteps were light as he reached her. Frightened blue eyes looked him in the eye, begging to be helped. She screamed as he tried to reach out to her. The damage was done she was too frightened of men now.
"Damn it" he said.
"You shouldn't swear in front of children" an adult voice scolded him.
The young boy frowned slightly as he watched the young girl be fourteen years old now. He saw the black and blue bruises that scared her face and arms. He followed her into the bathroom, where she took a razor and but the edges to her skin.
She started to cut herself. All she wanted now was for the suffering to stop, all the pain she felt. This could end it. She watched as crimson blood flowed from the cut arm. She smiled slightly repeating the process. No longer will she be hurt by her father.
"No stop it right now" he yelled.
The young girl looked up the razor on her skin. Blue eyes looked around for the voice someone was here and knew what she was doing. Although the person wasn't here physically, they couldn't stop her from what she planned.
He looked around trying to find something to show he was there. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was there. She heard him yelling at her, which was a good sign.
"Don't try to intervene with it" someone said
"Not intervene with it? The girl was going to commit suicide" he yelled.
Nothing but the silence greeted his ears. He couldn't help it, he didn't want her life to end this way. She deserved a life some much better. He watched helplessly as she fell to the bathroom floor. Crimson blood spread around her body.
"Oh no, SHE'S DEAD ARE YOU HAPPY" he yelled.
"I think you should leave now" the same voice said.
Blue eyes meet maroon colored ones. She nodded slightly at him, as if she knew exactly what he wanted to know.
"In time" she said.
He disappeared.
***Reality***
"Trunks Brief wake up this instant" his mother screeched.
Trunks opened his eyes a crack, letting his eyes get adjusted to the bright lights. He sat up rubbing his eyes of any extra sleep. Trunks looked at the bright sunny day.
"The girl never will get to see a rainbow again" he thought.
*************************** A little bit dark. But I thought I could go for something different.
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He watched everything that happened. It was like he was helpless to help her, he just wanted to grab her and tell her he cared. He couldn't though. She couldn't hear him, let alone feel his presence. She was on her own on this one.
Screams and yelling reached his ears. As he heard a fragile body hit the cold floor hard, he shut his eyes hard. The scene too scary to imagine, her father did it. Her father threw her across the room and she hit the floor.
Soft sounds of pain reached his ears now. Her father left the house in rage, walking into the living room he saw her huddled in the darkest corner of the house. Her small form shaking with sobs, as her blonde hair covered the side of her face.
He walked up to her his footsteps were light as he reached her. Frightened blue eyes looked him in the eye, begging to be helped. She screamed as he tried to reach out to her. The damage was done she was too frightened of men now.
"Damn it" he said.
"You shouldn't swear in front of children" an adult voice scolded him.
The young boy frowned slightly as he watched the young girl be fourteen years old now. He saw the black and blue bruises that scared her face and arms. He followed her into the bathroom, where she took a razor and but the edges to her skin.
She started to cut herself. All she wanted now was for the suffering to stop, all the pain she felt. This could end it. She watched as crimson blood flowed from the cut arm. She smiled slightly repeating the process. No longer will she be hurt by her father.
"No stop it right now" he yelled.
The young girl looked up the razor on her skin. Blue eyes looked around for the voice someone was here and knew what she was doing. Although the person wasn't here physically, they couldn't stop her from what she planned.
He looked around trying to find something to show he was there. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was there. She heard him yelling at her, which was a good sign.
"Don't try to intervene with it" someone said
"Not intervene with it? The girl was going to commit suicide" he yelled.
Nothing but the silence greeted his ears. He couldn't help it, he didn't want her life to end this way. She deserved a life some much better. He watched helplessly as she fell to the bathroom floor. Crimson blood spread around her body.
"Oh no, SHE'S DEAD ARE YOU HAPPY" he yelled.
"I think you should leave now" the same voice said.
Blue eyes meet maroon colored ones. She nodded slightly at him, as if she knew exactly what he wanted to know.
"In time" she said.
He disappeared.
***Reality***
"Trunks Brief wake up this instant" his mother screeched.
Trunks opened his eyes a crack, letting his eyes get adjusted to the bright lights. He sat up rubbing his eyes of any extra sleep. Trunks looked at the bright sunny day.
"The girl never will get to see a rainbow again" he thought.
*************************** A little bit dark. But I thought I could go for something different.