Giving Up My Sanctuary
20 EARTH YEARS LATER.......
Well, it's been about 300,000 years here in Enma's Realm of Retraining since that disappointing dream I had..... Not much has happened since then, I've just been too tired....... too tired to even fight with my teachers in my retaining classes...... God, it's like a school week set on repeat...... same crap everyday...... no breaks besides those measly 3 hours!
Anyway, the only reason I've been to Punishment lately has been for falling asleep in class. Like I can help it..... I'm just so tired! I wish this retraining would end....... I swear, my Suicide Redemption class makes me wanna slit my own wrists with the ready pen they've given me for taking notes! I only cut myself a few times over the course of two years on Earth- ---then Piccolo stopped me. That habit had been long dead for nearly two years before I died.
Ugh! I hate this place! At least I felt like I had a reason to go to class when I had the energy to wreak havoc on my teachers; just my way of being true to myself in this Hell...... Defiance.
Man, my thoughts are so jumbled, I can't even think! Oh well, I know there are three things in my life that I am certain of right now: I hate retraining, I miss Piccolo, and I think Mr. Moore might be my ticket out of this place...... Yeah, you heard me! A teacher actually likes me!
Lemme tell you the story......
A few nights ago I had another disorienting dream. I saw Piccolo with another woman........ in our bed........ I swear I'm getting paranoid...... but anyway, I was so broken up over the new uncertainty that I ran out of my room in a teary-eyed frenzy, not giving a rat's ass that I'd broken yet another retraining rule (never leave your room during the 3 hours of "recuperation," as they'd say).
I'd slumped to the floor in a pathetic heap of flesh in the middle of the hallway, sobbing my heart out. That's when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end....... if I went to Punishment now....... I'd be broken........
"Hey 062, what are you doing out here so late?" Mr. Moore's aged voice was strangely calming.
Yes, I have no name in retraining........ I can't even remember my real one....... Even in my private thoughts I hear the mechanical "0........6........2........" of my newly adopted name.......
I felt his thin arms encircle my waist and pull me to my feet.
"062? Are you okay?"
I couldn't help screaming out my next comment, "Piccolo's found another woman, I know it!!!!"
Mr. Moore stood in front of me; he looked like he was gunna yell at me again........
"062, let's go to class early and we'll talk, alright? Just you and me. Here's a shower pass," he handed me a blue ticket, "Go freshen up and meet me in my room in about twenty minutes, okay? Just relax for now."
I just stood there stupefied as Mr. Moore walked away. Shower passes were hard to come by! And I... *I* had one! One of my teachers gave one to ME!
The shower I had was so amazingly relaxing, I felt a bit of life flow back into me as each spray of warm water kissed my aching skin.
Mr. Moore....... my Fighting teacher....... he was the one in charge of straightening out the mortal street fighters. Yeah, I'd messed a few people up in my short lifetime...... but Hell, those people deserved it!........ I wonder what he wants to talk about.......
I got to class a few minutes late and he didn't rip into me like he usually did. Weird. The whole class was empty save for Mr. Moore........
"Sit down 062," he took a seat on a desk next to mine. "What's going on?"
"I want to go home," I replied simply, not too sure if I could trust Mr. Moore just yet.
"Your actions certainly show that, 062, but you're working against your own goal...... the more you misbehave, the longer you'll be here. Retraining was designed by Lord Enma as a means of redemption so dead souls could learn from their sins and go on to Heaven or return to their own living realm. Until the soul has truly learned from its sins, it will remain here, going through its designated Sin Classes, until it reforms."
I placed my head in my hands; the atmosphere of the room was suddenly too heavy, "I know all of this, Mr. Moore........"
"So, why are you still going to Punishment?"
"Cuz I hate everyone here and everyone hates me."
Mr. Moore raised an eyebrow at me....... I hate it when people do that! It's so condescending!
"I've been keeping a close record of your actions, 062...... If you don't change soon you risk losing your chance to return to Earth."
I froze as these words sunk in.
"You and Piccolo had a history........ and I know you want to get back to that life as soon as possible...... I'm sure you were very happy back then-- ---"
"I was," I stated rather bluntly.
"Yes; so, change. Become a better soul so you can go back to Earth, back to Piccolo," his eyes crinkled with concern. Now that's new, I'm used to the scowl he's so quick to give me.
"I'm just so tired....... I don't know if I have the strength to change...... I just want to sleep......."
"I'll strike a deal with you. If you stop causing trouble in my class, I'll coach you during the 3 hours of Recuperation to help you change."
"During my 3 hours? Man, I need my sleep!"
Mr. Moore glared at me, "Fine. You can sleep here for eternity then......." and he got up off the desk and paced across the classroom.
I got up and headed toward the door........ ready to get zero sleep for the next God knew how many days.
"I'll see you tomorrow during Recuperation, Mr. Moore......"
I felt him smile at me as I trudged down the hall to go back to bed.........
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20 EARTH YEARS LATER.......
Well, it's been about 300,000 years here in Enma's Realm of Retraining since that disappointing dream I had..... Not much has happened since then, I've just been too tired....... too tired to even fight with my teachers in my retaining classes...... God, it's like a school week set on repeat...... same crap everyday...... no breaks besides those measly 3 hours!
Anyway, the only reason I've been to Punishment lately has been for falling asleep in class. Like I can help it..... I'm just so tired! I wish this retraining would end....... I swear, my Suicide Redemption class makes me wanna slit my own wrists with the ready pen they've given me for taking notes! I only cut myself a few times over the course of two years on Earth- ---then Piccolo stopped me. That habit had been long dead for nearly two years before I died.
Ugh! I hate this place! At least I felt like I had a reason to go to class when I had the energy to wreak havoc on my teachers; just my way of being true to myself in this Hell...... Defiance.
Man, my thoughts are so jumbled, I can't even think! Oh well, I know there are three things in my life that I am certain of right now: I hate retraining, I miss Piccolo, and I think Mr. Moore might be my ticket out of this place...... Yeah, you heard me! A teacher actually likes me!
Lemme tell you the story......
A few nights ago I had another disorienting dream. I saw Piccolo with another woman........ in our bed........ I swear I'm getting paranoid...... but anyway, I was so broken up over the new uncertainty that I ran out of my room in a teary-eyed frenzy, not giving a rat's ass that I'd broken yet another retraining rule (never leave your room during the 3 hours of "recuperation," as they'd say).
I'd slumped to the floor in a pathetic heap of flesh in the middle of the hallway, sobbing my heart out. That's when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end....... if I went to Punishment now....... I'd be broken........
"Hey 062, what are you doing out here so late?" Mr. Moore's aged voice was strangely calming.
Yes, I have no name in retraining........ I can't even remember my real one....... Even in my private thoughts I hear the mechanical "0........6........2........" of my newly adopted name.......
I felt his thin arms encircle my waist and pull me to my feet.
"062? Are you okay?"
I couldn't help screaming out my next comment, "Piccolo's found another woman, I know it!!!!"
Mr. Moore stood in front of me; he looked like he was gunna yell at me again........
"062, let's go to class early and we'll talk, alright? Just you and me. Here's a shower pass," he handed me a blue ticket, "Go freshen up and meet me in my room in about twenty minutes, okay? Just relax for now."
I just stood there stupefied as Mr. Moore walked away. Shower passes were hard to come by! And I... *I* had one! One of my teachers gave one to ME!
The shower I had was so amazingly relaxing, I felt a bit of life flow back into me as each spray of warm water kissed my aching skin.
Mr. Moore....... my Fighting teacher....... he was the one in charge of straightening out the mortal street fighters. Yeah, I'd messed a few people up in my short lifetime...... but Hell, those people deserved it!........ I wonder what he wants to talk about.......
I got to class a few minutes late and he didn't rip into me like he usually did. Weird. The whole class was empty save for Mr. Moore........
"Sit down 062," he took a seat on a desk next to mine. "What's going on?"
"I want to go home," I replied simply, not too sure if I could trust Mr. Moore just yet.
"Your actions certainly show that, 062, but you're working against your own goal...... the more you misbehave, the longer you'll be here. Retraining was designed by Lord Enma as a means of redemption so dead souls could learn from their sins and go on to Heaven or return to their own living realm. Until the soul has truly learned from its sins, it will remain here, going through its designated Sin Classes, until it reforms."
I placed my head in my hands; the atmosphere of the room was suddenly too heavy, "I know all of this, Mr. Moore........"
"So, why are you still going to Punishment?"
"Cuz I hate everyone here and everyone hates me."
Mr. Moore raised an eyebrow at me....... I hate it when people do that! It's so condescending!
"I've been keeping a close record of your actions, 062...... If you don't change soon you risk losing your chance to return to Earth."
I froze as these words sunk in.
"You and Piccolo had a history........ and I know you want to get back to that life as soon as possible...... I'm sure you were very happy back then-- ---"
"I was," I stated rather bluntly.
"Yes; so, change. Become a better soul so you can go back to Earth, back to Piccolo," his eyes crinkled with concern. Now that's new, I'm used to the scowl he's so quick to give me.
"I'm just so tired....... I don't know if I have the strength to change...... I just want to sleep......."
"I'll strike a deal with you. If you stop causing trouble in my class, I'll coach you during the 3 hours of Recuperation to help you change."
"During my 3 hours? Man, I need my sleep!"
Mr. Moore glared at me, "Fine. You can sleep here for eternity then......." and he got up off the desk and paced across the classroom.
I got up and headed toward the door........ ready to get zero sleep for the next God knew how many days.
"I'll see you tomorrow during Recuperation, Mr. Moore......"
I felt him smile at me as I trudged down the hall to go back to bed.........
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