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Toriyama
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First Stanza :
A mind of my own…
Still hazy…I remember a few details…small ones…father. Why did you leave me again father? You were gone so long…
I see you now, clearer than before…but still a ghost of my imagination. Where did you go? You were so strong…you were everything I aspired to be…where…why did you leave? Was I not good enough for you father? I failed you…
"I gave you everything and still failed!"
I'm worthless now…but…father left…long ago. Why am I here…and what have I done…?
I stood, for the first time I used my legs in what seemed like years. The joints popped, the muscles tensed…I felt every part of my body turn against me…and I fell back to the ground.
My face hit the floor, and was covered in blood…but I didn't wipe it off, I don't know why. Maybe it was because I was to weak to lift my arm and head to remove the sticky warm goo from my cheek, or maybe it was because the smell of the blood…smelled…familiar.
A flash, a memory, vivid, a light…I could see, but only for a second. What was it? The image…it felt, pure. I see…her. But who is she? She's beautiful. The grass around her, the trees, all blowing in the gentle breeze.
I know her…she's…the blood, it's hers…she's dead now, whoever she was…was she someone I knew well? Another flash…I'm younger now, I'm reading a book…it's about…mathmatics of some sort…and she enters…
Gohan…you've been studying so much lately…I'm so proud of you…
So proud of you…
So proud…
Mother…
Despite my weakened state I leapt from the floor in shock, horror, every muscle in my stomache spasmed and I felt my throat fill with a sickness taste…I lost it…whatever was once stored within my bowls was now free on the floor, steaming in the cold air.
Mother…
It couldn't be, why would my mother's blood be on the floor…Wait, not just the floor, but the ceiling, the walls…everywhere…the room was covered in her blood…but where was she?
I fell again, to the floor. My hands buried my face within them like a tomb, I never wanted to let go. I pressed my eyes so hard into my palms I saw things behind my skin, images…more memories.
"No! No more memories! Mother! Mother where are you!?"
I leapt up, fell back to my knees, and began to crawl on the floor to the only door…this…was my room?
I'm so proud of you…Gohan? Are you ok?
Are you ok?
Gohan?
No…no it wasn't then…I was younger then. Wasn't I…?
I cried out at the top of my lungs, my voice cracked and went horse, choking me into silence again. I had no choice but to get out of that room, that terrible blood covered hell, hell on earth…and it was in my room….
I reached for the door handle, twisting it and throwing it open, and with the last of my strength I pulled myself through and into the next room, slamming the door behind me.
Are you ok? Gohan, what's wrong…do you want to talk to Mommy?
Do you want to talk to Mommy?
Do you want to talk…?
"NO! I don't want to talk to you damnit! You annoying…"
I caught myself mid-sentence…in horror at my reaction to what was nothing more than…a memory. A false memory at that…it…couldn't be. But her blood, it was hers…it had to be. But what killed her? And how could it have gotten past me…I would kill to protect mother…
Gohan stop it you're hurting me!
Stop it!
Stop!
No…no…
I lay my back against the wall, sliding down flat onto the wooden floor. And surrendered, letting the darkness take me as I passed into the world of dreams.
*Thanks for reading. Don't forget to review afterwards.
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First Stanza :
A mind of my own…
Still hazy…I remember a few details…small ones…father. Why did you leave me again father? You were gone so long…
I see you now, clearer than before…but still a ghost of my imagination. Where did you go? You were so strong…you were everything I aspired to be…where…why did you leave? Was I not good enough for you father? I failed you…
"I gave you everything and still failed!"
I'm worthless now…but…father left…long ago. Why am I here…and what have I done…?
I stood, for the first time I used my legs in what seemed like years. The joints popped, the muscles tensed…I felt every part of my body turn against me…and I fell back to the ground.
My face hit the floor, and was covered in blood…but I didn't wipe it off, I don't know why. Maybe it was because I was to weak to lift my arm and head to remove the sticky warm goo from my cheek, or maybe it was because the smell of the blood…smelled…familiar.
A flash, a memory, vivid, a light…I could see, but only for a second. What was it? The image…it felt, pure. I see…her. But who is she? She's beautiful. The grass around her, the trees, all blowing in the gentle breeze.
I know her…she's…the blood, it's hers…she's dead now, whoever she was…was she someone I knew well? Another flash…I'm younger now, I'm reading a book…it's about…mathmatics of some sort…and she enters…
Gohan…you've been studying so much lately…I'm so proud of you…
So proud of you…
So proud…
Mother…
Despite my weakened state I leapt from the floor in shock, horror, every muscle in my stomache spasmed and I felt my throat fill with a sickness taste…I lost it…whatever was once stored within my bowls was now free on the floor, steaming in the cold air.
Mother…
It couldn't be, why would my mother's blood be on the floor…Wait, not just the floor, but the ceiling, the walls…everywhere…the room was covered in her blood…but where was she?
I fell again, to the floor. My hands buried my face within them like a tomb, I never wanted to let go. I pressed my eyes so hard into my palms I saw things behind my skin, images…more memories.
"No! No more memories! Mother! Mother where are you!?"
I leapt up, fell back to my knees, and began to crawl on the floor to the only door…this…was my room?
I'm so proud of you…Gohan? Are you ok?
Are you ok?
Gohan?
No…no it wasn't then…I was younger then. Wasn't I…?
I cried out at the top of my lungs, my voice cracked and went horse, choking me into silence again. I had no choice but to get out of that room, that terrible blood covered hell, hell on earth…and it was in my room….
I reached for the door handle, twisting it and throwing it open, and with the last of my strength I pulled myself through and into the next room, slamming the door behind me.
Are you ok? Gohan, what's wrong…do you want to talk to Mommy?
Do you want to talk to Mommy?
Do you want to talk…?
"NO! I don't want to talk to you damnit! You annoying…"
I caught myself mid-sentence…in horror at my reaction to what was nothing more than…a memory. A false memory at that…it…couldn't be. But her blood, it was hers…it had to be. But what killed her? And how could it have gotten past me…I would kill to protect mother…
Gohan stop it you're hurting me!
Stop it!
Stop!
No…no…
I lay my back against the wall, sliding down flat onto the wooden floor. And surrendered, letting the darkness take me as I passed into the world of dreams.