Author's note: Hi people! Here's the second chapter to my fanfic. I hope you like it!
Marron wrapped her wet hair in a pink towel and slipped into an extra large blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She knew she was lucky this time. Anybody could have just took her away when she was drunk and maybe even… She gulped at the horrifying thought. She's so lucky that she met a really nice guy who took her home like a real gentleman. Marron smiled as she thought about the purple haired boy. He is kind of cute and I wonder what it would feel like to run my hand through his purple hair, she grinned to herself. Wait a minute, I have to hurry up, that boy is still waiting for my in my living room. She quickly opened the bathroom door and stepped out to living where he was sitting on her small couch, waiting patiently for her to finish her shower.
"Thanks for waiting," she
said shyly.
"Are you feeling better now?" he asked.
"Yeah, thanks again, for, you know, bringing me home." She sat down beside him. "So you want anything? Some coffee maybe?"
He chuckled softly. She frowned. "What's so funny?" she demanded.
"You don't even have coffee," he gestured towards the empty can of coffee sitting beside her computer desk. "And I don't think you have any food ether."
She blushed. I'm so stupid, wasting all that coffee on an English essay. "Sorry," she mumbled. "I guess I forgot to pick up groceries."
He doesn't seem to mind. "Here," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. "Buy yourself some food okay? You are as thin as a stick." He stuffed the money into her hand and glanced at his watch. "I better go now." He got up and started for the door.
Marron stared at him, and then down at the money he put in her hand. Does he think I need pity or something? I don't need his money! Her pride got the better of her and she threw the money at him. It hit him right on his head. He turned around and stared at her in surprise.
"For you're information,"
she said coldly. "I don't need you to support me. I can take care of myself
perfectly well."
He quietly picked up all the money, put them back into his pocket, and walked out the door. Marron watched him. She was half expecting him to come back and what? Give her the money again? Talk to her? He didn't come back. Marron felt like she was punched in the stomach. She slumped down on the couch and tears began to roll down her cheek. Why am I crying for a complete stranger? She asked herself.
She wished she hadn't acted so rude; he was only being nice when he gave her the money. She wished he were still here with her, talking to her, smiling at her.
"I didn't even ask for his name," she said softly.
A month later…
"Yeah, hi Chi-Chi," Marron was tired. She had been up since 6 AM and she was very, very tired. It's now 11 PM. "No I didn't know that Goten had stopped dating Pares." And I don't care either! "Yeah, everything's fine, uh-huh, yep. No I don't know that either. That's nice but, Chi-Chi?" Oh boy, this woman can sure talk. "Chi-Chi, listen to me! I have to go okay? I have to, uh, eat. Yeah, so bye!"
She slammed the phone down and sighed a breathe of relief. Finally
I got her to shut up!
She didn't know why
Chi-Chi even bothered to call her. Every time she called, she just goes on and
on about the latest gossip and Marron was sick of it. She didn't see Chi-Chi
and her family ever since the incident that killed both of her parents. Then
again, she didn't see any of her father's old friends the day after the
incident. She didn't want their pity, didn't want their sympathy. She just wanted to forget about the whole
accident. But how could she? How could she ever forget the night when she
suddenly was turned into an orphan?
She sat down on her couch
and remembered the time when everything was all right, when she wasn't an
orphan, when her parents are alive…
Flashback:
A happy little three years
old Marron, dressed in a little red dress with red ribbons in her hair, running
towards her father. Krillen smiled at her, he picked her up and started to
tickle her. They were both laughing…
Marron, five years old,
was starring eagerly at her mother, who was holding a big bowl of cookie dough.
She pointed with her chubby little arm to the bowl. Her mother smirked, that's
the closest her mother got to a real smile, and handed the bowl to her…
Marron smiled, those were
the happy times. Suddenly, the laughter disappeared and she could hear
screaming and crying, that's when she realized she was thinking about the night
of the incident.
Flashback:
Marron was sleeping in her
little room, when she suddenly heard a scream. It sounded like her mother. She
scrambled to her feet and ran to her parents' bedroom. When she opened the
door, she saw her mother's lifeless body on the floor. Her empty blue eyes
starring back at Marron, she has a huge slash on her neck and blood was gushing
out. There was blood everywhere, on the bed, on the floor, on her mother's
hand… She started screaming. Then she remembered her father, what happened to
him? Her eyes traveled to every corner of the room in searched of her father.
She found her father's body, or at least parts of it, inside her mother's big
wooden chest where she kept all her favourite clothes. Somebody had chopped her
father into bits, his head was there and one of his arm. She never found out
where the rest of his body went, all she could remember was that she screamed
and screamed until her throat was sore.
Marron closed her eyes.
She just realized that she was sweating and tears were rolling off her face.
She whimpered like a small child and looked out the small window in her
apartment. She saw a shooting star. Please, bring my family back, she wished.