"It's time for school dear!"
Videl called up the stairs to her young daughter.
Pan slowly rose from her bed, she opened her eyes to the bright rays of sun shine, bleeding into her bedroom. When she looked at her side dresser, she noticed that her mother had already laid out and pressed her school uniform today. So getting up she slipped on the blue, black, material, and continued getting ready from school.
Gohan and Videl were in the kitchen. The young, yet newly successful business man, Gohan, was quickly eating his breakfeast, Videl continued to set a place for Pan at the table.
Gohan looked up as he saw his little girl come in to the kitchen. Her hair was a bit longer then her childish cut during the time when her Grandpa Goku was still alive. It was now a bit passed her ears, and tied in two pig tails. She looked so innocent, and Gohan almost felt reluctant to let her go, her first day of 2nd grade, she was getting older now.
Videl smiled at Pan's appearance as she rushed over to help her daughter tieing the bow to her hair ties.
"Goodmorning Pan, you ready for your first day of school?"
"Mmm, hm!" she smiled cheerfully, as she gazed over to her father at the table, then to the food.
She was a little girl, but she was still a saiyan.
"Okay then." Videl continued. "Breakfeast first, then off to school."
Pan giggled approvingly, and skipped over to her place at the table, across from Gohan.
"Hi daddy!" she smiled over at her father.
"Hi panny, excited?" he asked towards the notion of her first day of school.
"Uh huh." but she brushed that aside and filled her plate with a stack of pancakes, food is more important then school.
After she had finished breakfeast, she quickly rushed out the door,barely saying goodbyes. Gohan chuckled at her antics, as she hurried out, and off to school.
She was already outside when she stopped, when she saw the flames, the fire had already started. It burned bright and deep, and before she could turn to get back in it had consumed them. The door was stuck, she couldn't get back in. She couldn't get back in to save her parents, she couldn't get back in to die there with them. It wouldn't let her.
Then she remembered. It didn't happen like that...
She was in there with them, the raging flames consuming them, she was scared, just a child. And she ran, she left them, and she ran, and kept running.
The police found her, hours later. It seemed like days. She was soaked by the rain, her uniform damp and dirty with mud. She was so small clinging to herself in the back alley of a city, crying.
She had left them there to die.
It wasn't fair. IT WASN'T FAIR!
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Pan shot up in bed from her sleep. And looked out in the window set on one side of her bed. She felt her face, dripping with sweat, her head felt heavy, her mouth dry.
Two nurses dressed in white entered the room in a haste, bolting the door behind them, and rushed towards her. She confused could only ramble about the flames, and a small child, sitting in the rain. The nurses paid no mind, and inserted a needle into her arm. she let out a gasp, and tried to raise her arms. The other nurse caught them and held them to her side, as she struggled in her bed. blinded by the white lights illuminating the room. it was night, her eyes were used to darkness...
but soon the lights became blurred, and soon they disappeared and in their place a door way was revealed.
Large white doors, and painted on the high left side of one appeared a sigil underneath that stated : let your need guide your way.
The doors cracked open, and in she stepped. A thin pale woman, with shoulder leangth black hair, and deep blue eyes. Her clothing had transformed, for she was wearing a more fit version of her childhood blue, black uniform. Though now in young adulthood it had altered in places.
Looking down she found blood splattered across her skirt.
'But reason lost is instinct gained
my rage is loose,
blood lust unchained
my foes shall tremble when they see
the darker side
of little me.'
Everything began spinning, the darkness consuming the land beyond the doors, the blood around the young woman. The distorted trees, the small criminal beings floating 'bout the land, members broken and hanging, blood flowing freely, the black white checkered floors. The man, the dark man with the knife, stalking my figure in darknes, the voices, loud, instrumental, all flowing through, inside, of, me....
'Who am I?'
'Who am I?'
"Who AM I!?!?!"
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"Pan!" Astounded, the doctor rushed to her side, to comfort her from her ill state.
"You are Son, Pan, thats who you are. It was a dream, you are still Son Pan."
She slowly opened her eyes, to see the sunlight blaring through the large window. She turned her head to look at the doctor. The man in white, who had come to her every morning for what is seems, such a long time now.
She looked around the room. It was empty. White walls, small tiled floor, a mesh of different variations of gray. The door, heavy steel, a key could be turned from the inside, there was a small window at the top. Then on the far side of the room, just before the large caged window was a single bed. And that was all, now excluding the new peice of furniture, the man in white.
In his hand, he held a glass of water, and her medication for the day. She looked away from his hands to his eyes. Hs steel gray eyes, stern almost, yet kind.
They remind me of no one I know. The remind of dying flowers covered in early snow.
Cold...
She stared blanky into his eyes, void of emotion, then she let the image go, and turned her head once more.
Then looked to the window, staring out into the light, the bleeding into the empty room. She felt the man cup her chin, and a few small pills slipped passed her lips, she then felt cold glass pressured to her mouth, and another hand tilt her head back, and cold liquid entered.
She swallowed, accepting the behavior alterations that would come. Afterwards the man in white held her face towards him, and made a motion for her to open her mouth.
She did so, and after the man's approaval, he left her once more, into the empty thought that came on, as the medication took its effect.
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I was happy that the doctor had given me the opportunity to spend some time with Son Pan. It would be a great help to unnderstand her conditions. She had been suffering from hallucinatory episodes, delusions for some time now. 'Bouts of catatonia that would suddenly disappear, and symptoms of a paranoid schizotypal disorder. No doubt the onset was her traumatic experience as a child, having experienced the death of her parents, she never fully recovered.
And I was lucky to have this chance to get to know her, to understand her. It would be one of my first hands on patient since the start of my third year at medical school. I was studying to be a psychiatrist, and just having graduated I was looking forward to more difficult cases.
Son Pan, had been in this condition for some time now, and me being fairly new, just certified, I was lucky to have this chance. She was diagnosed. and considered to have no hope, her current doctors explicitly explained though, at times she would seem to have a grasp of some kind of reality. maybe not our own, but it showed that she still held intellectual abilities.
Heading to her room, I felt a nervousness creep into me, a daughnting fear, it was the unknown. Or perhaps it was the anxiety of expection of what I thought was the unknown, building.
My hand hovered above the handle to the cold, metal door. Shivered once then sternly took hold of it, and pushed.
It was locked. Of course you idiot, how could you forget that?
I fumbled to put my folders, and documentations under my arm, as I aimlessly felt through my pockets with my other hand, searching for the set of keys that was given to me by the Dr. Hiedegger.
I found them, and continued to unlatch the door. Placing the key in the lock, turning until a faint click could be heard. I pushed open the door. And there she was.
Maybe in her early twenties, I could always check her records, thin, and very pale, her dark hair came just a bit passed her shoulders. And she sat there, idly hunched over, with her arms hanging listlessly by her sides, palms up, starring out into the nothingness of white, that was her cage, her walls. The room seemed dark, yet somehow so strangely illuminated by the bright light coming in through the large window.
She did not look at me as I entered, she just stared straight ahead with lazy eyes.
As I moved closer I could see her face, so pale, there were dark circles underneath of her eys however. Her dark, deep blue eyes, that seemed almost black, and if not for the reflective light, I would have believed so. She looked so tired, but then I reasoned, perhaps that was from the hallucinations, or just the medications.
I sat in a chair that had been placed before her bed. The only peice of furniture in the cell, not counting the pipe steel bed she sat on herself.
I thought best to introduce myself, before we started.
"Hello Son Pan, I am Trunks Breifs, and I will be spending quite a bit of time with you for the next couple of weeks."
Videl called up the stairs to her young daughter.
Pan slowly rose from her bed, she opened her eyes to the bright rays of sun shine, bleeding into her bedroom. When she looked at her side dresser, she noticed that her mother had already laid out and pressed her school uniform today. So getting up she slipped on the blue, black, material, and continued getting ready from school.
Gohan and Videl were in the kitchen. The young, yet newly successful business man, Gohan, was quickly eating his breakfeast, Videl continued to set a place for Pan at the table.
Gohan looked up as he saw his little girl come in to the kitchen. Her hair was a bit longer then her childish cut during the time when her Grandpa Goku was still alive. It was now a bit passed her ears, and tied in two pig tails. She looked so innocent, and Gohan almost felt reluctant to let her go, her first day of 2nd grade, she was getting older now.
Videl smiled at Pan's appearance as she rushed over to help her daughter tieing the bow to her hair ties.
"Goodmorning Pan, you ready for your first day of school?"
"Mmm, hm!" she smiled cheerfully, as she gazed over to her father at the table, then to the food.
She was a little girl, but she was still a saiyan.
"Okay then." Videl continued. "Breakfeast first, then off to school."
Pan giggled approvingly, and skipped over to her place at the table, across from Gohan.
"Hi daddy!" she smiled over at her father.
"Hi panny, excited?" he asked towards the notion of her first day of school.
"Uh huh." but she brushed that aside and filled her plate with a stack of pancakes, food is more important then school.
After she had finished breakfeast, she quickly rushed out the door,barely saying goodbyes. Gohan chuckled at her antics, as she hurried out, and off to school.
She was already outside when she stopped, when she saw the flames, the fire had already started. It burned bright and deep, and before she could turn to get back in it had consumed them. The door was stuck, she couldn't get back in. She couldn't get back in to save her parents, she couldn't get back in to die there with them. It wouldn't let her.
Then she remembered. It didn't happen like that...
She was in there with them, the raging flames consuming them, she was scared, just a child. And she ran, she left them, and she ran, and kept running.
The police found her, hours later. It seemed like days. She was soaked by the rain, her uniform damp and dirty with mud. She was so small clinging to herself in the back alley of a city, crying.
She had left them there to die.
It wasn't fair. IT WASN'T FAIR!
@#$!@!@!@!@$!@$!!#@!%#@#@%@%@%@#@%@#@#@#@%!@#!@#!#@!#@!#@!#@!#@!#@!
Pan shot up in bed from her sleep. And looked out in the window set on one side of her bed. She felt her face, dripping with sweat, her head felt heavy, her mouth dry.
Two nurses dressed in white entered the room in a haste, bolting the door behind them, and rushed towards her. She confused could only ramble about the flames, and a small child, sitting in the rain. The nurses paid no mind, and inserted a needle into her arm. she let out a gasp, and tried to raise her arms. The other nurse caught them and held them to her side, as she struggled in her bed. blinded by the white lights illuminating the room. it was night, her eyes were used to darkness...
but soon the lights became blurred, and soon they disappeared and in their place a door way was revealed.
Large white doors, and painted on the high left side of one appeared a sigil underneath that stated : let your need guide your way.
The doors cracked open, and in she stepped. A thin pale woman, with shoulder leangth black hair, and deep blue eyes. Her clothing had transformed, for she was wearing a more fit version of her childhood blue, black uniform. Though now in young adulthood it had altered in places.
Looking down she found blood splattered across her skirt.
'But reason lost is instinct gained
my rage is loose,
blood lust unchained
my foes shall tremble when they see
the darker side
of little me.'
Everything began spinning, the darkness consuming the land beyond the doors, the blood around the young woman. The distorted trees, the small criminal beings floating 'bout the land, members broken and hanging, blood flowing freely, the black white checkered floors. The man, the dark man with the knife, stalking my figure in darknes, the voices, loud, instrumental, all flowing through, inside, of, me....
'Who am I?'
'Who am I?'
"Who AM I!?!?!"
$#@#$@%#@!#@!#@!!#@!%@#!#@!#$@^$#^%#^@^#@^%$^%#$#$%^#^$##^$%#@#@#$%#^!@#$
"Pan!" Astounded, the doctor rushed to her side, to comfort her from her ill state.
"You are Son, Pan, thats who you are. It was a dream, you are still Son Pan."
She slowly opened her eyes, to see the sunlight blaring through the large window. She turned her head to look at the doctor. The man in white, who had come to her every morning for what is seems, such a long time now.
She looked around the room. It was empty. White walls, small tiled floor, a mesh of different variations of gray. The door, heavy steel, a key could be turned from the inside, there was a small window at the top. Then on the far side of the room, just before the large caged window was a single bed. And that was all, now excluding the new peice of furniture, the man in white.
In his hand, he held a glass of water, and her medication for the day. She looked away from his hands to his eyes. Hs steel gray eyes, stern almost, yet kind.
They remind me of no one I know. The remind of dying flowers covered in early snow.
Cold...
She stared blanky into his eyes, void of emotion, then she let the image go, and turned her head once more.
Then looked to the window, staring out into the light, the bleeding into the empty room. She felt the man cup her chin, and a few small pills slipped passed her lips, she then felt cold glass pressured to her mouth, and another hand tilt her head back, and cold liquid entered.
She swallowed, accepting the behavior alterations that would come. Afterwards the man in white held her face towards him, and made a motion for her to open her mouth.
She did so, and after the man's approaval, he left her once more, into the empty thought that came on, as the medication took its effect.
%$^%&$%$#$%$^%$%^#$$#@$#@$^%&*^&*%^#@#$@$%#%^&*^%%^*^*%$^%$%$^*$^%#$%#
I was happy that the doctor had given me the opportunity to spend some time with Son Pan. It would be a great help to unnderstand her conditions. She had been suffering from hallucinatory episodes, delusions for some time now. 'Bouts of catatonia that would suddenly disappear, and symptoms of a paranoid schizotypal disorder. No doubt the onset was her traumatic experience as a child, having experienced the death of her parents, she never fully recovered.
And I was lucky to have this chance to get to know her, to understand her. It would be one of my first hands on patient since the start of my third year at medical school. I was studying to be a psychiatrist, and just having graduated I was looking forward to more difficult cases.
Son Pan, had been in this condition for some time now, and me being fairly new, just certified, I was lucky to have this chance. She was diagnosed. and considered to have no hope, her current doctors explicitly explained though, at times she would seem to have a grasp of some kind of reality. maybe not our own, but it showed that she still held intellectual abilities.
Heading to her room, I felt a nervousness creep into me, a daughnting fear, it was the unknown. Or perhaps it was the anxiety of expection of what I thought was the unknown, building.
My hand hovered above the handle to the cold, metal door. Shivered once then sternly took hold of it, and pushed.
It was locked. Of course you idiot, how could you forget that?
I fumbled to put my folders, and documentations under my arm, as I aimlessly felt through my pockets with my other hand, searching for the set of keys that was given to me by the Dr. Hiedegger.
I found them, and continued to unlatch the door. Placing the key in the lock, turning until a faint click could be heard. I pushed open the door. And there she was.
Maybe in her early twenties, I could always check her records, thin, and very pale, her dark hair came just a bit passed her shoulders. And she sat there, idly hunched over, with her arms hanging listlessly by her sides, palms up, starring out into the nothingness of white, that was her cage, her walls. The room seemed dark, yet somehow so strangely illuminated by the bright light coming in through the large window.
She did not look at me as I entered, she just stared straight ahead with lazy eyes.
As I moved closer I could see her face, so pale, there were dark circles underneath of her eys however. Her dark, deep blue eyes, that seemed almost black, and if not for the reflective light, I would have believed so. She looked so tired, but then I reasoned, perhaps that was from the hallucinations, or just the medications.
I sat in a chair that had been placed before her bed. The only peice of furniture in the cell, not counting the pipe steel bed she sat on herself.
I thought best to introduce myself, before we started.
"Hello Son Pan, I am Trunks Breifs, and I will be spending quite a bit of time with you for the next couple of weeks."