Falling Away from You
Chapter 3: Running
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Piccolo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I dash out the door. I let my guard down, something I rarely ever did. And now I feel so exposed. As I race down the corridor I nearly barrel into something living.
Goku…
His warm ebony eyes bore into my garnet ones. I freeze, captured by that gaze. My breath hitches in my chest. My mind swims with confusion. What in kami's name was happening to me? Why was I feeling this way? I watch as he takes a single step towards me. Suddenly, the moment is snapped by that motion. My instincts take over and I speed out the doorway, nearly knocking him over.
His worried voice cries out after me.
"PICCOLO?!"
I ran.
God, I am a coward.
Thud…
Thud…
Thud…
My footsteps race in time with my hammering heartbeat. Scenery and people fly by me as evaporating blurs. I gasp as oxygen burns into my starving lungs. I want to do nothing but find a nice isolated place. I shake my head as I run, causing me to stumble slightly. Everything is so complicated. I don't know what to do.
Familiar territory comes into view. My apartment is only a few hundred feet away. I will go there. The lone house stands on the edge of the city. The backyard leads into the Kisnit- Mt. Pazou mountains. I can still go into the forest and meditate if need be.
Right now all I wish to do is go into my home and hide out for a while. I reach my doorway and gasp for breath. I quickly punch in my ID code to let myself in. However, I do not put it in lock mode. I only lock my home when I am out. I really do not have to worry about robbers in my neighbor hood.
I cross my meager foyer and go into the kitchen. I have all the usual appliances. They came with the place, but I only use the fridge. I open it up and grab a bottle of mineral water that I keep in there. I sit down at my small counter/table and place my head in my hands. As I sit there, my mind keeps rerunning the day's events like a tape being played too fast. The emotions that follow in its wake are more than I can handle.
I lost the one person I thought I loved the most in the world.
My heart is aching so badly. I want to rip the treacherous thing out of my chest.
My breath is painful as the waves of loss hiss over me like a storm surge on the beach before a hurricane.
I keep seeing those adoring sable eyes directed not at me, but at another.
That special smile.
The long looks between the two.
A scream bubbles up in my throat and escapes before I can force it down.
As soon as it is released. I shamefacedly lay my head in my arms.
I wonder how my control could have slipped this far.
I get up and pace around the kitchen trying to collect my thoughts and sort through my emotions.
I turn towards the drawers that hold silverware and stop. A glint of metal catches my attention.
I reach into the drawer and pull out a knife.
I run my finger along the edge. A thin ribbon of amethyst appears.
I close my eyes as my emotions resurface stronger than ever.
Pain.
Anger.
Confusion.
Sorrow.
Suddenly, I feel a hot pain flash across my wrist. I look down. A continuos stream of violet cascades from a gash across my wrist. I look down in confusion at the knife in the other hand. Amethyst gems drip from it.
I furrow my brow in confusion. Did I just do this? I must have, for I still hold the offending piece of metal in my hand.
I cast it away with disgust. I can't believe what just happened.
I take a step towards the bathroom to patch up this wound.
I fall.
What the?
My head feels light. My vision is blurring in and out of focus.
Kuso… I must have hit an artery. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so weak so quickly.
I heave myself to my knees. I struggle for the door. The door seems to recede from my view. I lunge one last time for the door…
And fall short…
My head hits the cold hard floor. I lay there for a while. Numbness creeps into my flesh. Suddenly a warmth lifts me up and I can hear a voice call my name as I lose consciousness
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Goku~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I had followed Gohan and Vegeta out the door. I didn't want him to catch the gazes I had directed his way.
I think he may be starting to figure out that I love him. But I had wanted to approach him on my own terms.
As I watch the two saiya-jins retreating back. I think about my own actions. I gaze up at the sky and marvel about how beautiful it is. Clean azure broken by bits of dirty ivory.
Sigh…
I really need to go in and apologize for rushing out on Piccolo like that. I screw up my courage and enter the building.
I wander down the hallway, back towards our sound studio.
As I approach it, I hear music.
I recognize the song… "Freak on a Leash" by Korn. One of Piccolo's favorites.
I also recognize that voice.
Piccolo.
My heart clenches as I listen to that sorrowful voice lament. I want to run in there and hold him in my arms to comfort him. But in doing so, I would scare him off and ruin the very friendship I had been building since the beginning of our association together.
All too soon the song is over and I can hear him putting his guitar down.
I am unprepared as a blur rushes out of the room and heads in my direction.
It stops with an audible screech.
Piccolo looks at me with liquid garnet eyes.
I can see emotions warring for mastery there. Fear, humiliation and above all pain.
I take a step towards him, to try and comfort him.
His eyes widen. Immediately I feel a force nearly knock me down. I watch as the warrior rushes down the street as fast as his feet will carry him.
I call out after him.
He doesn't respond.
I curse my own foolishness as I run out after him. I lose him after the first turn.
I stand on the street corner, trying to sense him out. He has shielded his ki. I can't find him.
Sigh…
I turn around to walk home, when a ragged dagger of pain stabs my heart…
Piccolo!!
A brief flickering of ki flares up to the west and then falls, sputtering like a candle about to go out. I rush in that direction. I pass people going about their usual routine, oblivious to my haste.
Soon I find myself in a neighborhood I know well. Piccolo's apartment sits among a copse of weeping willows. The trees sleeping, bare branches rattle in the wind like old bones.
Heart pounding, I open the door.
The sight before me fills with horror.
I shout his name.
Piccolo is laying facedown in a growing pond of his own blood. His face is an ashen emerald. I want to scream but no sound will come. I rush to him. Turning him over, I notice he isn't breathing. I can't find a pulse either.
Kuso!!
I start CPR.
Placing my hands a little below his sternum I start to compress…
Pump… One… Two… Three… Four… till I reach fifteen.
I tilt his head back, pinch his nose and open his mouth. I place my mouth over his and give him two full breaths of life-giving oxygen.
Steadily I repeat the process, not daring to give up hope.
I stop after a minute and feel for a pulse…
A smile instantly latches onto my face… I can feel a pulse! It is weak, but there.
I continue to rescue breath until I hear him sputter weakly.
Ripping a bandage from my own shirt, I dress his wounded wrist.
I gather him up into arms. He is light… so light… I rush him to get help. All the while I whisper to him…
"Don't worry… I am here for you… I always have been and always will be."
::Desertdweller puts down her quill and looks at her readers…:: How did you enjoy it so far? I did warn you that it was attempted suicide. However, he didn't die. Please tell me what you like the best and send me some constructive criticism. Do you like it Princess Chi? ::Desertdweller bows down in respect to her readers royalty:: I really do like all the reviews I have gotten from everybody. Please keep sending them. The more I get… The more I write.
Chapter 3: Running
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Piccolo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I dash out the door. I let my guard down, something I rarely ever did. And now I feel so exposed. As I race down the corridor I nearly barrel into something living.
Goku…
His warm ebony eyes bore into my garnet ones. I freeze, captured by that gaze. My breath hitches in my chest. My mind swims with confusion. What in kami's name was happening to me? Why was I feeling this way? I watch as he takes a single step towards me. Suddenly, the moment is snapped by that motion. My instincts take over and I speed out the doorway, nearly knocking him over.
His worried voice cries out after me.
"PICCOLO?!"
I ran.
God, I am a coward.
Thud…
Thud…
Thud…
My footsteps race in time with my hammering heartbeat. Scenery and people fly by me as evaporating blurs. I gasp as oxygen burns into my starving lungs. I want to do nothing but find a nice isolated place. I shake my head as I run, causing me to stumble slightly. Everything is so complicated. I don't know what to do.
Familiar territory comes into view. My apartment is only a few hundred feet away. I will go there. The lone house stands on the edge of the city. The backyard leads into the Kisnit- Mt. Pazou mountains. I can still go into the forest and meditate if need be.
Right now all I wish to do is go into my home and hide out for a while. I reach my doorway and gasp for breath. I quickly punch in my ID code to let myself in. However, I do not put it in lock mode. I only lock my home when I am out. I really do not have to worry about robbers in my neighbor hood.
I cross my meager foyer and go into the kitchen. I have all the usual appliances. They came with the place, but I only use the fridge. I open it up and grab a bottle of mineral water that I keep in there. I sit down at my small counter/table and place my head in my hands. As I sit there, my mind keeps rerunning the day's events like a tape being played too fast. The emotions that follow in its wake are more than I can handle.
I lost the one person I thought I loved the most in the world.
My heart is aching so badly. I want to rip the treacherous thing out of my chest.
My breath is painful as the waves of loss hiss over me like a storm surge on the beach before a hurricane.
I keep seeing those adoring sable eyes directed not at me, but at another.
That special smile.
The long looks between the two.
A scream bubbles up in my throat and escapes before I can force it down.
As soon as it is released. I shamefacedly lay my head in my arms.
I wonder how my control could have slipped this far.
I get up and pace around the kitchen trying to collect my thoughts and sort through my emotions.
I turn towards the drawers that hold silverware and stop. A glint of metal catches my attention.
I reach into the drawer and pull out a knife.
I run my finger along the edge. A thin ribbon of amethyst appears.
I close my eyes as my emotions resurface stronger than ever.
Pain.
Anger.
Confusion.
Sorrow.
Suddenly, I feel a hot pain flash across my wrist. I look down. A continuos stream of violet cascades from a gash across my wrist. I look down in confusion at the knife in the other hand. Amethyst gems drip from it.
I furrow my brow in confusion. Did I just do this? I must have, for I still hold the offending piece of metal in my hand.
I cast it away with disgust. I can't believe what just happened.
I take a step towards the bathroom to patch up this wound.
I fall.
What the?
My head feels light. My vision is blurring in and out of focus.
Kuso… I must have hit an artery. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so weak so quickly.
I heave myself to my knees. I struggle for the door. The door seems to recede from my view. I lunge one last time for the door…
And fall short…
My head hits the cold hard floor. I lay there for a while. Numbness creeps into my flesh. Suddenly a warmth lifts me up and I can hear a voice call my name as I lose consciousness
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Goku~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I had followed Gohan and Vegeta out the door. I didn't want him to catch the gazes I had directed his way.
I think he may be starting to figure out that I love him. But I had wanted to approach him on my own terms.
As I watch the two saiya-jins retreating back. I think about my own actions. I gaze up at the sky and marvel about how beautiful it is. Clean azure broken by bits of dirty ivory.
Sigh…
I really need to go in and apologize for rushing out on Piccolo like that. I screw up my courage and enter the building.
I wander down the hallway, back towards our sound studio.
As I approach it, I hear music.
I recognize the song… "Freak on a Leash" by Korn. One of Piccolo's favorites.
I also recognize that voice.
Piccolo.
My heart clenches as I listen to that sorrowful voice lament. I want to run in there and hold him in my arms to comfort him. But in doing so, I would scare him off and ruin the very friendship I had been building since the beginning of our association together.
All too soon the song is over and I can hear him putting his guitar down.
I am unprepared as a blur rushes out of the room and heads in my direction.
It stops with an audible screech.
Piccolo looks at me with liquid garnet eyes.
I can see emotions warring for mastery there. Fear, humiliation and above all pain.
I take a step towards him, to try and comfort him.
His eyes widen. Immediately I feel a force nearly knock me down. I watch as the warrior rushes down the street as fast as his feet will carry him.
I call out after him.
He doesn't respond.
I curse my own foolishness as I run out after him. I lose him after the first turn.
I stand on the street corner, trying to sense him out. He has shielded his ki. I can't find him.
Sigh…
I turn around to walk home, when a ragged dagger of pain stabs my heart…
Piccolo!!
A brief flickering of ki flares up to the west and then falls, sputtering like a candle about to go out. I rush in that direction. I pass people going about their usual routine, oblivious to my haste.
Soon I find myself in a neighborhood I know well. Piccolo's apartment sits among a copse of weeping willows. The trees sleeping, bare branches rattle in the wind like old bones.
Heart pounding, I open the door.
The sight before me fills with horror.
I shout his name.
Piccolo is laying facedown in a growing pond of his own blood. His face is an ashen emerald. I want to scream but no sound will come. I rush to him. Turning him over, I notice he isn't breathing. I can't find a pulse either.
Kuso!!
I start CPR.
Placing my hands a little below his sternum I start to compress…
Pump… One… Two… Three… Four… till I reach fifteen.
I tilt his head back, pinch his nose and open his mouth. I place my mouth over his and give him two full breaths of life-giving oxygen.
Steadily I repeat the process, not daring to give up hope.
I stop after a minute and feel for a pulse…
A smile instantly latches onto my face… I can feel a pulse! It is weak, but there.
I continue to rescue breath until I hear him sputter weakly.
Ripping a bandage from my own shirt, I dress his wounded wrist.
I gather him up into arms. He is light… so light… I rush him to get help. All the while I whisper to him…
"Don't worry… I am here for you… I always have been and always will be."
::Desertdweller puts down her quill and looks at her readers…:: How did you enjoy it so far? I did warn you that it was attempted suicide. However, he didn't die. Please tell me what you like the best and send me some constructive criticism. Do you like it Princess Chi? ::Desertdweller bows down in respect to her readers royalty:: I really do like all the reviews I have gotten from everybody. Please keep sending them. The more I get… The more I write.
