I sat in the waiting room of the Hospital with my Mom. She sat to my left and was filling out forms that a nurse had handed her.
When I had called my mum she told me that she was at the hospital. She came to pick me up from Claira's house and didn't say a single word to me the entire drive. She didn't cry, not even when she told me that my dad had died on his way to come and get me. When I asked where my brother was she didn't answer and I later found out he was with my aunt.
My Dad was my hero; I loved him with all my heart. Now I felt as if my world had shattered, but I still had my Mom and little brother. If I lost them I don't know what I would do.
My Mom stood and placed the clip board she had onto the counter, turned to me and gestured with her head that it was time to leave. She still hasn't said a single word to me. I wiped a few more tears from my cheeks and knew that they would be my last few tears for the night. I followed after my Mom who was already at her car and quietly slid into the passengers' seat. The silence that had fallen between us since she picked me up wasn't an awkward silence; it was more of an understanding silence.
I heard my Mom take a deep breath and it looked as if she was going to say something, but she quickly pursed her lips and stayed focused on the road. I wanted to say something to her, but I didn't know what to say. I had never been in a situation like this before.
"I'm sorry." I muttered so quiet I didn't think she would hear it over the engine of the car, but she did. I could tell by the venomous glare she sent me. I flinched and looked out the window, wondering why she hadn't said anything comforting.
"You should be." I heard her say as if she were telling me what day of the week it was, and not that she thinks that I should be sorry for my Dad dying.
"Mom I…" I trailed off as she sent me another death glare. For a second I thought it might have been better if I was in the car with my dad. My next thought was that if I didn't need therapy before, I definitely did now.
"I don't want to hear it Trinity," She practically snarled my name. "No more talking." She was now directing her glare at the small rain drops that were falling onto the windshield. I felt like crying again but I had already cried all my tears. The rest of the drive was awkward and long but we finally made it back to our house.
My Mom stormed out of the car and almost ran into our house. I flinched as the front door slammed and I slowly walked up to the door, opened it and closed it gently – figuring it had endured enough abuse. I let out a small, shaky sigh as I could hear my Mom sniffling slightly behind me.
"How could you Trinity?" She accused in a hurt voice.
"How could I what?" I reluctantly turned to face her and saw that she was crying more than I had been before.
"Now your poor three year old brother will have to grow up without a father and it's your fault. How could you?" She accused again and my heart felt as if it was being ripped out. My breath stopped and I focused on taking small, shaky breaths before I bothered to answer her.
"I didn't do anything Mom." I felt my face grow hot and assumed it was red by now. I could tell I was about to cry again even though I had thought that nothing else could make me cry after this.
"Don't lie to me Trinity Atreya Maddox!" She screamed at me, using my full name. She's never yelled at me before in my life and I let out a small yelp at the sound. I slid to the ground and placed my hands on the top of my head as I started sobbing again. "Don't you dare cry over this! You don't deserve to cry! It's your fault he's dead and you can't feel remorse now!" She shouted and I heard her footsteps walk away.
I stayed on the floor a little longer, allowing the flow of tears to stop again before I stood back up. I ran quietly to my room, wiping my cheeks along the way. I locked my door and put my back against it before sliding down to sit on the floor. I looked through my window and saw the first star of the night.
"Star light…" I muttered shakily as I was trying to regain my breath. "Star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may…" I took another shaky breath. "I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight." I closed my eyes tight, looked down and then looked back up at the star. "Please take me away. Send me to my dreams! I want to be with him! Or anywhere, anywhere but here…" I sobbed, getting louder before my voice faded entirely. I closed my eyes tightly before standing and going to lie on my bed.
"I hope I get sent away…" I muttered before closing my eyes and trying to get to sleep.
Goku sat at a table full of food, with Kami and Popo on either sides of him. He smiled his wide, childish smile before quickly digging into the food. Kami took small sips from a glass of water while Popo ate more refined. Goku swiftly went through twenty of plates before Kami could even finish his one glass of water.
"Goku, my boy. Your eating still amazes me." Kami shook his head as Goku patted his stomach, obviously not full but not wanting to eat all of Kami and Popo's food at once. Goku let out a laugh as Popo smiled and shook his head as Kami did.
"I don't know why, I've been up here for two years already!" He answered, still smiling broadly.
"Yes, and your training shall soon be over, just one more year to go." Popo told him. Goku looked a little surprised.
"What else have I got to learn?" He asked curiously as he thought back to everything he's already learned throughout his life.
"A lot Goku, a lot." Kami muttered as he stood, Goku and Popo soon following.
I opened my eyes slowly, half expecting to wake up in the room that he was just sitting in, but when I saw my ceiling, my room, I was extremely disappointed. I remembered what my Mom had said to me and I turned over, grabbed my old stuffed animal and hugged it close to my chest before letting a few more tears fall from my cheeks. I didn't want to get up, scared of what else my Mom might accuse me of.