A/n: Hiya this is Candy again well I wrote this as a prologue and I apologize for the shortness in length. Hey, why don't ya just read and give me some comments? Hope ya think it's worth reading if not I'll just drop it k?
Disclaimer : I have nothing!!!!!
Bulma laid on the cold tile floor. Her breathing was now ragged and rapid. Her pulse was racing, and the room began to spin. She watched as the now empty, orange prescription bottle glided from her hand, and rolled across the black and white hard floor until it was brought to an abrupt stop when it gently colliding with the bathtub.
Everything was so silent. Bulma hadn't the strength to even keep her eyes open. In the few silent moments before the darkness overwhelmed her, she contemplated the motives of her actions. Oh , the irony of it all . Sweet death from a bottle of depressant pills.
It all started with a kiss and ended with a death.
The arrogant jerk. How could he die so proud, Without a care in the world. Had he even thought of her as he up and killed himself? His last comments were on a written scribe pronouncing that he was bored! Of all things. Can you imagine the pain of knowing that your eternal love killed himself because he was simply bored. Not one word of affection to anyone. Certainly not to her . What was left for her anyway? Nothing, without his love she was nothing. She's very cold now and her last thought is "Maybe there was some other reason." Then darkness.
Should I continue? It'll be a short story if I do simply because I have an epic to write people!!
I desperately need your comments good or bad… anything please!!!