I, Madison, also known now as Kagamusha (formally known as Mrs.
Piccolo Damioh), am taking a shot at re-writing this story since it is
absolutely horrible. I hope that though I am changing the story line
slightly, it will still be along the lines of what I once hoped it to be.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: no, I don't own any DBZ characters.
Chapter 1: Suicide
My heart ached and my world was dark and cold and dead. Robert shared this world with me, and yet he was so far away. Past the reach of human grasp, he had left me in this world alone. He was the only one I could ever love, and who had ever loved me. I, of course, also said I was "in love" with Piccolo, but that seemed like such a childish fantasy now. How could I ever have thought I could have loved someone I could never be with, never touch, never truly love?
Nicole, my only friend in the world, told me this and now I was seeing what she meant. How could I have been such a child to look at love as my toy? I took it for granted and now I was regretting it, because to appreciate the only real love I ever had was for it to be taken away. I knew I was lucky, of course, to still have Nicole, a friend who mourned with me. She was sweet and kind to me and I couldn't have asked for a better friend in my world of high school where everything was cold and cruel.
My tear-stained pillow kept me company, now. I didn't even bother with school. It had been a week since the accident. Robert had been coming to visit me because I was lonely and bored, how selfish I had been! A supposed "hit-and-run" occurred, but that wasn't enough for me. They had found the car smashed to pieces, and Robert's neck shattered in twelve different places, but I don't think it was an accident at all, I think he was purposely killed. I had a dream telling me not to believe man's theory, to follow my instinct, and I had. Something happened to Robert, something no witnesses saw and no one else would ever know about. I hoped someday I would find the answers for myself, but I couldn't even leave my bed side without hating myself for what had happened to him and force myself back to my thoughts. Self-discipline was what I thought I was doing, torture was what it really was. I had killed him for my own selfish wants and now he was dead, because of me. I couldn't stand it! I hated the world and the world hated me back.
I took the jet black shotgun from my bed stand and held it close. So many times I had been tempted to pull the trigger, but I realized now that it took all my strength to do such a thing. If I killed myself, I would leave no hope of love. But then at least I would be with Robert, I argued with myself. It's not like anyone would miss me, I lived alone and Nicole could make new and better friendships. My room was wrapped in darkness to hide my deed and I sat on my bed, holding the deathly object to my breast. Yes, I decided, this time I would go through with it. I began squeezing the trigger aimed at my ribcage, when I gasped in surprise.
Disclaimer: no, I don't own any DBZ characters.
Chapter 1: Suicide
My heart ached and my world was dark and cold and dead. Robert shared this world with me, and yet he was so far away. Past the reach of human grasp, he had left me in this world alone. He was the only one I could ever love, and who had ever loved me. I, of course, also said I was "in love" with Piccolo, but that seemed like such a childish fantasy now. How could I ever have thought I could have loved someone I could never be with, never touch, never truly love?
Nicole, my only friend in the world, told me this and now I was seeing what she meant. How could I have been such a child to look at love as my toy? I took it for granted and now I was regretting it, because to appreciate the only real love I ever had was for it to be taken away. I knew I was lucky, of course, to still have Nicole, a friend who mourned with me. She was sweet and kind to me and I couldn't have asked for a better friend in my world of high school where everything was cold and cruel.
My tear-stained pillow kept me company, now. I didn't even bother with school. It had been a week since the accident. Robert had been coming to visit me because I was lonely and bored, how selfish I had been! A supposed "hit-and-run" occurred, but that wasn't enough for me. They had found the car smashed to pieces, and Robert's neck shattered in twelve different places, but I don't think it was an accident at all, I think he was purposely killed. I had a dream telling me not to believe man's theory, to follow my instinct, and I had. Something happened to Robert, something no witnesses saw and no one else would ever know about. I hoped someday I would find the answers for myself, but I couldn't even leave my bed side without hating myself for what had happened to him and force myself back to my thoughts. Self-discipline was what I thought I was doing, torture was what it really was. I had killed him for my own selfish wants and now he was dead, because of me. I couldn't stand it! I hated the world and the world hated me back.
I took the jet black shotgun from my bed stand and held it close. So many times I had been tempted to pull the trigger, but I realized now that it took all my strength to do such a thing. If I killed myself, I would leave no hope of love. But then at least I would be with Robert, I argued with myself. It's not like anyone would miss me, I lived alone and Nicole could make new and better friendships. My room was wrapped in darkness to hide my deed and I sat on my bed, holding the deathly object to my breast. Yes, I decided, this time I would go through with it. I began squeezing the trigger aimed at my ribcage, when I gasped in surprise.