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Black Sunrise

Her head hurt, and with stinging eyes she rolled herself out of bed and opened the door to the bathroom that was connected to her room. Looking in the mirror, she growled at what she saw. Hollow red eyes, the skin around them swollen with yet another night of her crying herself to sleep. Picking up her toothbrush, she started to brush her teeth and after a few minutes, she ran a brush through her shoulder-length hair and tied it up into a quick pony.

Walking back into her room she surveyed the scene before her. Her whole life was packed away into nothing more than a few boxes. Well, more than a few. Her walls were lined with boxes filled with clothing, books and keepsakes she deemed too important to throw away. The only thing that was unpacked was the clothes she needed to get through the rest of the week.

"Two more days. Two more days and my life is over." Bulma muttered to herself, kicking away her backpack. She fell backwards onto her bed and clutched a pillow to her chest. On the third finger of her left hand was a simple white-gold ring with a sapphire in the shape of a heart. Matt had given it to her last night as a gift for her to remember him by. Fingering the ring lovingly, she rolled over onto her side and looked out her large bedroom window.

The sky was blue, the sun was high in the sky, and there wasn't a cloud to be seen; it was the perfect day. The intercom by her bed beeped and her mothers voice rang out. "Bulma, sweetheart, it's time to get up."

"Go away mom." Bulma grumbled, finger on the blue 'Talk' button.

"Really sweetheart, it's time to get up. Your father and I have to leave for a meeting in a half hour. I just want to make sure that you're up and fed before I leave."

Bulma didn't give her mother a reply as she rolled back out of bed and shrugged out of her long t-shirt she wore to bed. Pulling on a pair of washed out jeans and a white tank-top, she walked down the stairs, slipping her arms into her black hooded sweatshirt as she went.

"Ah! There you are my beautiful daughter!" Bulma's mother giggled, a wooden spoon in hand as she bent over the stove to check on everything.

"Blow it."

"My oh my, someone's cranky."

"You'd be cranky too if your life was being turned upside down."

"Now, you must understand Bulma, that this is going to be the best thing for us all. Before you know it, you'll have a bunch of new friends, and you'll be able to start a new life. Aren't you glad? Don't you want to get out and explore the world?"

"Yes mother, but not until I was graduated."

"It's only another few years honey. Trust me."

Bulma looked at her mother, shoulder length blonde hair was pulled up into a sophisticated knot at the back of her head, and curved figure was garbed in a classy black business suit. "Yeah, sure whatever."

"So? What are you going to do this weekend?"

"Going to hang out with Matt tonight, and then Jenna tomorrow."

"That's nice dear." A plate of scrambled eggs, toast and sausages was placed in front of Bulma, along with a glass of non-pulp orange juice. "Well, I guess it's time your father and I get going. We don't know how long the meeting will be, but make sure that if we're not home before you go to bed, that you lock up."

"Yeah I know. Have fun." She took a bite of the fluffy eggs and swallowed them. Her mother constantly forgot that her only child hated eggs with a passion. Picking up a slice of toast, she quickly devoured it, along with the meat-links on her plate. After hearing the car leave the front drive, she picked up her plate and dumped the eggs into the garbage. "Stupid cow."

Sliding her plate into the sink, she opened up one of the many cupboards and pulled out a bowl. Walking to the pantry, she picked out a box of cereal and proceeded to grab the jug of milk from the fridge. Placing everything on the counter, she fixed herself a large bowl of fruit-loops and strolled into the living room. Sitting on the large black leather couch, she curled her legs under her and lounged against the back. "On."

The television flickered on, and waited for her next command. "Much Music." She ate her breakfast to the sounds of various bands playing, just when she heard the phone ringing. "Mute."

"Phone, pick up."

There was a loud crackle and a voice echoed out into the room. "Hello?"

"Bulma speaking."

"Bulma, it's Matt. What are you doing right now?"

"Watching television. Care to join me?"

"Actually, I was wondering if I could swing by and pick you up an hour later tonight."

"Sure, no problem. Mute off, volume down three."

"Ah, I see you've worked out your glitches."

"You'd better believe it. They don't call me a genius for nothing. So I'll see you at 8. Love you."

"Love you too. Babe, be prepared for something special."

"If you say so!" She waited to hear Matt hang up. "Phone, disconnect."

The day slowly stretched out, and once it was 6 o'clock, she decided to get up from the couch and take a shower. She didn't know what Matt had planned for her, but knew that it was going to be something that she'd never forget. Her pink cell phone rang and she picked it up, slipping the mic into her ear as she answered it, giving herself free hands to get dressed. "Hello?"

"B! Oh my god! I just heard! You won't believe it!"

"Cara. Calm down. What is it?"

"I know what you're doing tonight! Oh, you're going to have, like, so much fun!"

Cara filled her in on a few minor details, telling her to wear something nice, and yet laid back. As the two friends chatted, Bulma slid into a pair of straight-legged black dress pants and buttoned them up over her light purple lace thong. "Yes. I'm excited too." She managed to say through the folds of fabric that slipped over her head. Straightening the shirt, she looked at herself. The red halter accented her milky complexion and highlighted her light blue hair.

"What are you wearing?"

"Black pants, red halter, and light purple."

"Oh, killer. I suggest your boots, you know, the black ones with the buckles?"

"Was thinking that." Slipping a pair of knee-high socks over her feet, Bulma continued to chat with her friend while she finished getting ready. "Hair up or down?"

"Tough question. Up. But as I was saying, you know how Travis likes me right?"

"Yes..."

"And I like Travis, right?"

"Yup."

"Well, he asked me out to the movies tonight. Should I go?"

"Yes! Are you crazy!"

"Oh B!" her friend giggled on the other end. "You're just a lifesaver!"

"The red one right?"

"Oh yes!"

Both girls burst into laughter as Bulma walked into the bathroom and looked around the countertop for her make-up box. "Where did it go?"

"What?"

"The box."

"Oh, call it?"

"I haven't installed the chip yet. Still working out a few glitches."

"Try..."

"Never mind. Found it."

"Good job."

She placed the small black plastic device over her eyes and clicked the button. Once she pulled it from her face, she studied her eyes carefully. "Listen Cara, I've got to go all right? Coming to the pool with us tomorrow?"

"You're kidding right? Why do you have to ask?"

"Just making sure." She hung up the phone and began the slow process of making her lips perfectly colored to match her outfit. Her eyes were lined with a raspberry liner and a reddish pink shadow swept across her lids. Lining her lips with the same color as her eyes, she smoothly applied the dark red lipstick. Running a brush through her hair, she put it into a ponytail and twisted it around until a figure 8 was achieved. Pinning the loose ends into her ponytail, she looked at her reflection. Sleek and sexy. She was excited to know where Matt was taking her, and knew that within a few moments, he'd come to her door and ring the bell.

The few minutes passed and she sat on the couch, right leg over the left, tapping it slowly in the air as she picked up the remote for the television and flicked it on. She started to watch a movie on one of the many movie channels that the household got, and by the time it was halfway through, she picked up her cell phone and called Matt's.

No answer. Tossing the remote down onto the table, she stood up from the couch and walked to the front window and peeked outside. There was no sign of life outside of her front door, and she started to get worried. Matt was very punctual and always on time. If he wasn't on time than he was early; but never late. The clock on the wall just beside the front door chimed the passing of an hour and she opened up the front door, head peeking out quickly.

"Where the hell are you Matt?" She asked, walking back to the couch and flipping on the news. Channels flipped upwards as Bulma looked for something else to watch as she passed the time until Matt arrived.

"Tee--..."

Bulma skipped right passed the News, and to a channel above. Rolling her eyes upwards, she turned to the News and felt her fingers go numb. The anchorman was reading from a few pieces of paper and behind him was a picture of Matt. "...terrible accident where a young man skidded around the corner of 10th and McPhee skidded into a idle bus. The man driving was 17- year-old Matthew Collin Robertson. Parents of the deceased have told reporters that their son was off to visit his girlfriend, the Heiress to the Briefs Corporation, Bulma "Baby Blue" Briefs..."

Time came to a twisted halt as she felt herself falling forward, knees hitting the floor. Her boyfriend, her best friend, her...life was gone. He had wanted to tell her something important, and she wanted to do the same as well. "Police are suspecting matters of foul-play. Full story tonight on the 11 o'clock news."

Tears fell from her blue eyes, cascading down her cheeks like miniature rivers. The front door to her house flung open and Cara came in running, long hair thrown into a hip-length ponytail. "My god. I just heard. Hush darling. C'mon. Let's get to the hospital..."

She spoke in smooth, soothing tones as she helped Bulma get up off of the floor and picked up her purse for the woman. "Everything's going to be all right. Right Cara? Matt's going to be just fine. Right?" Bulma spoke in a soft whisper.

"I...I don't know Bulma."

Cara opened the passenger door to her truck and helped her best friend climb inside. One the seatbelt was firmly buckled, Cara ran to the other side and jumped in. "We're going to the hospital right?"

"Yes Bulma."

"We're going to bring Matt home right?"

"We're going to pray. We're going to see how well he's doing."

"Cara. I was going to tell him."

Cara looked out from the corner of her eye to her broken friend. "Tell him what B?"

"I was going to tell him that I was pregnant tonight. He wanted to tell me something; I wanted to tell him something. I'm going to tell him tonight Cara. I'm going to tell him that he's not allowed to leave me."

Cara coughed and sniffed, right hand turning on the stereo to her truck. "You sure?"

"As sure as sure can be."

"How far along?"

"I figure almost 2 months..."

Both girls sat in silence. Cara was a senior in their high school, Bulma only a freshman, but both got along terrifically well together. Neither said anything for a while, and soon enough the large Hospital came into view. Bulma seemed to have snapped out of her initial shock and opened the door to the truck and was about to jump out when she was tugged back to the seat by the safety belt around her torso and hips.

Fingers quickly pressing the release button, she jumped out and ran as fast as she could into the building. She skidded to a halt in front of the Nurses' station. "Please! I need to know where they're keeping Matt!"

A woman looked up and narrowed her eyes. "We're going to need a last name as well."

"Matt Robertson. Was in a car accident."

"Are you his immediate family?"

"No."

"Then you're going to have to wait."

Bulma growled and slammed her fists on the counter. "Excuse me Miss, but I don't know what kind of broom you have shoved up your ass, but I'd like for you to remove it. You don't know who I am obviously. I'm his girlfriend. Yes, I'm the artist Bulma Briefs. My father is head of the largest company in almost all of the world."

"I don't care who you are."

"Fuck you bitch." Bulma turned and strode off down the hallway followed by Cara who threw the nurse behind the desk one of the nastiest glares known to man.

"Miss! You're not allowed back there!" the nurse called from her desk, phone in hand.

"Screw you!" Cara yelled as she and Bulma took off on a run, looking through every window that they passed.

"Mrs. Robertson!" Bulma cried, skidding to a halt in front of the woman with her head in her hands.

The woman looked up and brushed her brown hair out of her face. "Bulma dear. I'm so glad that you could make it..."

Security rushed into the hallway advancing on Bulma and Cara. "Fuck you! I've got a right to be here!" Bulma screamed at the three men.

"Young ladies, you have no right to be in here and causing such disturbances."

Mr. Robertson walked out of the room across from the hallway and looked around. "If you men don't leave us alone, I'm going to make sure that you people no longer have a job. This young lady and her friend have every right to be here. I don't see why you feel the need to take away the girlfriend of my sons' visitation."

The security guards looked from one to the other and sighed. "Whatever. Not worth it."

"Good! Get out of here! I don't want to see any of you around here again!" Bulma shouted after the receding forms.

Chest heaving, she turned on her feet and looked at the parents who she loved almost as much as her own. "How is he?" she asked quietly.

"Sleeping...though there's a slim chance..."

"I've got to see him." Mr. And Mrs. Robertson nodded their heads and watched as Bulma walked into the room.

What she looked down upon scared her and she had to hold onto the bars on the bed to keep herself from falling over. Tubes surrounded the figure of her beloved boyfriend. His face was broken and battered, swollen way beyond recognition. "Matt." She sobbed, sliding into the chair. Taking hold of his right hand, she squeezed it tightly and kissed his cut knuckles. "Matt, wake up...Matt, you're not allowed to die. You can't leave us now Matt. Matt, wake up...please..."

Tears poured from her eyes once more, and yet she continued to beg to the dying figure. "Matt! I almost forgot to tell you! You're going to be a daddy! Isn't that fantastic Matt?" There was a faint squeeze placed around her fingers and suddenly a loud, drawn out beep was heard.

Doctors and nurses flooded the place, taking Matt's hand away from her. "Matt! MATT! WAKE UP!"

A doctor with kind green eyes turned to look at Bulma. "I'm sorry Miss, but he's gone."

"No! He can't be!"

The machines connected to Matt were turned off and the tubes were taken out of his body. Bulma sobbed loudly and felt hands upon her shoulders, but couldn't turn around to look.