Chapter One: The Jump
I hated the Briefs' Christmas parties. I hated all of the Briefs' parties. But I hated the Christmas parties most of all.
I sat at my usual table in a corner, alone, watching all the happy couples dance and laugh. No one bothered to ask me to dance. No one noticed me sitting by myself. No one noticed me at all.
No one cared.
And to think, I had actually voluntarily gone to this party. I went out and bought a pink dress, because, well, everyone liked it when I wore pink. I went to a salon and got my nails and toenails all done nicely and put on make-up and did my hair...all because this year, I was hopeful. Hopeful that someone would ask me to dance, that my "friends" would invite me to sit with them and we'd laugh and talk all night.
But no, none of that happened. Everyone ignored me...including my own parents. What was I to expect from them, anyway? They didn't bother to go to my high school or college graduation. Last year I was in a horrible car accident and nearly died. No one came to the hospital to see how I was. No one came, to any of those things. No one.
I looked at the table where my so-called "friends" sat. Trunks and Bra Briefs and Goten and Pan Son. They were laughing. Probably at me. Probably calling me "Marron the Moron" like so many people in school used to call me.
Tears flooded my vision as I recalled the horrible things people would do to me at school. And my "friends" watching, not doing a thing. Just laughing.
So I joined the "bad" crowd. Why? 'Cos they accepted me for who I was. They went through the same things I did. All they asked in return was that I smoke some of their shit. They gave me acceptance, which I never had before, but they didn't give me their friendship.
I started looking for something else I neer had before...love. I went to a couple of parties, real parties, and met some guys. They'd listen to me...if I had sex with them. Sometimes they didn't.
Pan laughed loudly, breaking me away from my thoughts. They were never my friends, I realized. Ever. No one in this room ever cared about me. No one in this world.
I got up. No one noticed that I was sobbing. I left the party. I started running up the stairs...to the roof. No one cares about me. No one would care what happened to me. They wouldn't give it a second thought. So why the hell should I care about what would happen to them?
I started laughing hysterically, uncontrollably. Oh, but when it happens they would care about me! Because I know about the evil that awaits them...all of them. I know when it's coming, and how to defeat it.
Because I'm the key.
They'll wish they had paid more attention to me! They'll wish they were nicer to me. Maybe then, I would've told thme. Helped them.
But it's too late now.
I flung open the door to the roof and walked slowly to the edge. I wrapped my arms around myself as powerful winds gusted past me. I got to the very edge. I looked down--and gasped.
It was so far down! I'd die for sure!
I gulped. In only a couple of seconds I'd be at peace at last.
I closed my eyes--and stepped off. I started falling...falling, at a rapid speed. The air rushed past me. I couldn't breathe. I was falling so fast....
The ground came closer and closer into view. I clenched my fists and prepared myself for impact.
"Marron!"
A/n--Hehe, I just love cliffhangers.