Anime:: DrangonBall GT
Character:: Goten Son
Disclaimer:: I don't own him or the anime!
Rating:: K for Kindergarten
Status:: One-Shot / Complete
Theme:: Loss-Angst-Hurt-Dark
Gone...
I never really felt the pain of loss until the day that I had lost them, that's right them. I always tried to fathom this world when I was younger and now that I have grown, I try even harder now after their deaths. A rumble sounded from the cloudy sky and suddenly the gloomy cemetery lit up as the lightning struck. I raised my face upward toward the darkening sky and willed myself to keep my face impassive.
I looked back down at the coffins of my mother and father. The happy unwanted memories of my childhood, my parents laughing at my stupid antics, flashed throughout my mind and made my heart ache. My throat began to burn and my eyes stung, blinking a few times to keep the tears from spilling down my face.
Taking a quick glance a round I noticed that most of the people present at this small funeral were eyeing me with a sympathy that I couldn't stand to be looked at with. Everyone, even the children, were silent when the priest prayed for my parents souls and may them rest in peace, I watched on as he began to make the sign of the cross with his hands and I just couldn't seem to follow along with him.
When everyone seemed to agree with the priest when he said for them to be in peace. I skimmed over the head stones of my parents graves and suddenly my chest tightened and I was robbed of my breath. I then quickly prayed to god that it was all just a nightmare and that as soon as I wake up my parents were going to be in the kitchen and were waiting for me to come and eat. It never came though, even when I squeezed my eyes shut and the open them did it happen.
Everyone that passed me lightly touched my shoulder then whispered how sorry they were for my loss. I didn't really hear half of the things they said to me, and at the moment I really couldn't comprehend what they were saying to me even if I tried to. The only thing I could comprehend was that they were leaving, my parents weren't coming back, and that the rain wouldn't stop, not that I would want the rain to stop because at the moment the rain was the only thing that I could really feel.
I watched as the lightning once again lit the dark cemetery for a quick moment. The grave keepers began to cover the coffins and packed the dirt tightly in place, then like a ghost they left me alone once again with my parents.
I ignored the rain, mud, wet grass, and lay down next to the tomb stones and began to silently cry. For the years that they were there for me, the years we fought, the years we laughed, the years we cried and the years that I just lost with them in my life. I hope nobody ever has to undergo such pain as this and I don't understand the way nature works, just as long as it lets me go as peacefully as it did my parents.
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Authors
Note::
I hope that you like this new story, it's my first of the kind that I
wrote. It was kind of in the moment, because my dad went through this
similar thing when his parents died and I thought I would bring it to
attention. I hope you like the story and review, flames
welcomed... Luv Lots,
BAngel