allie_kat: Today I will be your disclaimer. I do not own DBZ or SM, I'm just a Goku obsessed fan who's only link to all the DBZ characters are: Fanfic, Toonami and the poster I'm afraid of getting dressed by cause the peoples won't blink! Ok, that's going a little overboard, so sue me, I'm only in the 8th grade, I can't help it. Doesn't anyone else think mirrors are freaky?
Alexis Hetosho: 14, just barely 15
Tom Hetosho: Father, 30
Tania Hetosho: Stepmother, 27
Mary Jane, Sassy Hetosho: Deceased older sister, 18
Jamie Shinto: Popular boy, the only one left who understands, so far…15
Trunks Brief: just before leaving in time capsule (I've seen History of Trunks! I'm using the three years after Gohan died to my advantage, tee hee. He was 13 when Gohan died, right?) 15
* *= Beginning and ending conversation with Alexis's other side.
* * *
The Real Hurt: Blood & Light
Diary of the Darkness
I looked down at my bloodied legs seeing the crisscrossing of scars and newer slashes, I smiled. The whippings were more frequent now, but the pain was bearable. I had a plan, a plan to leave this hellhole She called home. My stepmother had slowly starved me, of food childhood, life itself. I had indulged in my fantasy of my wild imaginings and lived in books, long enough. I lifted up my hands and looked at my wrists. There were scars all over my body, over legs, arms, and, even, my back, in which my blood seeping out of. Soaking my shirt and shorts, the old 'suit' I wore after the whippings, it was already bloodstained from years before. She usually stripped me bare so she could get every inch of skin. But, there was something different about the ones on my wrists; they were vertical and fine, straight, unlike the sloppy crisscross of the 'whips'. I looked up, on the counter was a fine razor next to a bottle of shaving cream: my sister's, who had been shaving her legs, oh, so many days ago. I looked down at my own legs; they were skinny, so skinny. Blood left unwiped slid down; soaking the socks I put on to deaden the sound of my feet. I picked up the razor and gently pressed Sassy's razor to the uncut part of my white wrists. I put the razor to the blue vein, knowing it would end my life. Why should I live on when Sassy can't? Why did she leave? When I was whipped she was there to cool the pain. That damn driver, why couldn't he have hit someone else? What could keep me alive now that my older sister Sassy was gone? Something pulled the back of my brain, so I searched for the answer to my question. My dad: I barely know him, though if I did, I know I'd be his little girl. Tania: Evil stepmother, she's the reason I'm here! School: Yea, right, I haven't got one friend and I'm a genius freak! That really compels me to stay! Wait! Dragonball Z! I can't miss DBZ or DB, why would I do a thing like that? Goku hasn't even turned Super Saiyan in these episodes. They're repeats, but I missed them before. (A/N: I know corny excuse, but this is one of those stories that have unanswered questions 'til later, the 3rd chap! Anyway I need at least one corny thing in this story!) I put the razor down, and the nagging in the back of my head stopped. I wiped up the mess and went to bed. I stopped and hid the 'suit' in the dirty clothesbasket, knowing the blood would never come out.
* That morning
I was doing homework, when Tania walked by my room. She turned groggily into my room and said, "Make my breakfast."
"Yea," I put down my stuff, radiating anger. That slob, I hate her, I hate her! She beats me and then orders me around! I'll get her back, one day! A burning, yet not burning, sensation flared up on my forehead. Tania's eyes widened in anger, shock, and another emotion I had yet to identify. She whipped me with a nearby wire hanger; it bit into my skin as I left this world for the other side of me. *Shinigami…* *How many times do I have to tell you! I'm the goddess of death not the god of death!* *You have to tell me many times, cuz they're both the same to me.* *. . . Is she beating you again?* *Yes, usually she doesn't in the morning, but the Burning came.* *Burning?* *Yep, whenever my forehead burns she gets whatever she can get her hands on and starts going! Today it's a wire hanger.* *…burning on the forehead…hmmm* *Yea, it gets worse the angrier I get, sometimes, like now.* *Get away! If you stay here much longer she'll beat you to death! I'm the cause of your Burning! Talk to me only when you are alone, you must contain your anger unless you are by yourself, or else the consequences will be devastating! Break our connection!*
I spun away from the Zone, back to the pain and blood. The burning disappeared and Tania stopped, though she backhanded me with her rock she called a 'diamond' that was set in her 'wedding ring'. She tore up my cheek and sauntered out of the room. I walked to bathroom. I wiped up my blood and turned to the razor. I reached out and picked it up. I pressed it to an old scar and watched as the blood welled up. I put on some clothes, and hurried to the bus stop, I just barely made it. At school I wasn't feeling so good and the teachers kept on asking about my cheek, my 'dog bite', over and over again. I didn't have breakfast either, and I was starting to feel faint. "Hey, move over." Said a popular boy, named Jamie. He was one of the cutest boys in school, with dark brown wavy hair, tanned, and braces. He pushed me from behind into my locker, but just the pressure on my back was enough. Before I even hit the locker, I fell. Maybe I'll die of blood loss and lack of food. Imagine the looks of horror, if I die…" "Oh my God, Jamie, you killed her!" No such luck.
I woke to see dark eyes. "J-Jamie? What are you doing here?" He didn't hear me, not only did I speak in below a whisper, but he was looking at something, his eyes narrowed. I turned my head slightly, and what I saw horrified me. My hand lay near my with the sleeve pulled up about halfway and you could see the fine razor cuts on my wrists. I tried to pull my hand away, but the quick, brisk movement was too much for me.
"You tried suicide," it wasn't a question.
"Did anyone else see?"
"No, but why?"
"None of your business!" I yelled, my strength returning, "What period are we in?"
"Second, I'm in class so I'll take you."
"N-n-n, oh whatever, just don't touch me!" We walked down hall, I wondered why Jamie cared if I tried to kill myself. Probably cuz I'm the best candidate to kick around!
~Man, I've been so mean to her! Maybe I'm part of the reason she's been slitting her wrists! I'm gonna be nicer to her from now on, cuz I know she's not the only one drawing blood. Jamie thought, looking at the 'dog bite'.
"How's your new dog?" he asked, slyly. She answered just as he hoped she would.
"I haven't got a dog." She snapped. ~ I totally forgot that I had been telling all m teachers that my new dog had 'accidentally' bit my cheek. When we split up and sat in separate seats, I kept on catching him staring at me.
"Jamie! What's wrong with you? I've been asking you out to the dance for the last 30 minutes!" said Brittany, one of the most popular and prettiest girls in school.
"So?"
"When are you picking me up?"
"I'm not going to, I'm asking someone else." Everyone gasped, they were so sure he was going to ask her out any day.
"What? Who?" asked John, Jamie's best friend.
"I'm pretty sure you can guess."
"You're asking out the freak?" squeaked Brittany.
"She's not a freak! She just had some hard times, whatever they were. I happen to know something about her that makes her so human it scary! You don't even deserve to wipe her feet, so back off!" he yelled, jumping to his feet. I stared in astonishment I didn't hear the whole conversation, but I knew they were talking about me.
After school:
"Hey, Alexis, wait up!" I stopped and turned around. (A/N: Yes, her name is Alexis, but it really isn't, … -.- *, just keep reading.)
"Alexis, can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Will you go to the dance with me?"
"Nani?!" I shrieked, shocked and horrified, remembering the first and last time.
/flashback/
"Will you go out with me?"
"Nani? I barely even know you, you don't even know me!"
"Yes I do. You're always quiet and in a book, I really dig that."
"Look, Anthony, I need to think about it."
"Say yes, please!"
"If I say yes will you leave me alone and let me get to know you?"
"Sure."
2 days later:
"Hey, Alexis, I need to talk to you." called Anthony.
"Me, too! I still don't know you, like you, or your friends! I want to-," he cut me off.
"Me first, I don't like you and I never did. It was a bet to see how long I could go out with you. I already have two girlfriends."
"Yea, whatever, I was about to say the same thing. Without the girlfriends."
/end flashback/
Though it happened in 6th grade, `bout three years ago, it still hurt, even if I never showed it. No way was I going to go through that again! Did I happen to mention that both Anthony and Jamie are popular? Thank goodness it happened in another school!
"I will never go out with anybody, `specially if they're popular and barely know me!"
"What do you have against popular kids- never mind, don't answer that."
"Exactly."
"At least give me a chance, it is just a dance!" (A/N: Tee hee, it rhymed! :P)
"I did that before and I won't do it again!"
"If your past life is what this is all about, then forget it! Whoever did what wasn't me! Please!"
"Hai," I sighed I knew it was against my 'better' nature, but he looked really happy when I said it.
2 days before the dance:
"Mrs. Hetosho, I would like to know why you called me here, you said it had to do with the crash?"
"My daughter, Mary Jane, was in the crash. She and her younger sister were going to the library."
"Your youngest?"
"Well, no. Neither of them are mine. Though Alexis is the youngest. She always had been jealous of Mary J. I believe she helped in causing the crash."
"Yes, you mentioned that on the phone. Can you give some reasons for your suspicions?"
"Well, she was riding in the front seat, yet she was barely even hurt. She didn't even break a bone! I think she was distracting Mary J. when the car came around, poor Mary J., didn't even see the car coming! I know she would've dodged if she had just seen it!" They continued talking, Tania explaining all the 'faults' I didn't have. I was boiling with anger and hatred, but most of all pain. I felt the tears well up as the man left. Tania got up and walked to her room, to get stoned no doubt. I ran to the bathroom. The door of Tania's room closed and the tears spilled over. The light filled the room. Wait a min.! The thing is I didn't turn on the light and the sun had set 2 hours ago! The 'Burning' returned and I ran to the mirror. I gasped. On my forehead was a symbol it was an h with a horizontal line going though the stem that blazed a black-purple light. I picked up Sassy's razor, Mary Jane's. Freaking out and losing control, I pressed the blade to the scars & scabs, making each suicidal wound reopen. I forgot about Dragonball and Dragonball Z, even the dance I was actually looking forward to. I was being partially blamed for my Sassy's death. Me, who missed her the most! I felt the symbol flash with the beat of my heart, very fast. I saw the quick pulsing of my blood in the blue vein I so diligently stared at. I put the razor against it as blood slid down my arm, dripping onto the floor. A straight line of blood appeared under the razor. I started blacking out. With all the strength I could muster, I brought the razor to my other wrist and quickly slit the same spot over the blue vein. The last on my mind was Sassy's face and Jamie's, too. They were the only ones to like, no even love me in this world. I know that know. Thank you, my only friends. Two black tears fell from my closing eyes. *I'll save you firefly, your destiny is still to come.* A girl in a white suit and red-black bows, crystal stars for knots, and blue skirt and collar fuku and holding a long glaive, took Alexis's tears. Throwing them onto the roof, a whoosh was heard. Alexis floated upward with her other side, yet she left her body behind.
Later that night:
Tom came home. The phone rang and Tom answered. "Hello?"
"Is this Mr. Hetosho?"
"Hai, this is he, may I as-"
"My name is Jamie and I need to talk to Alexis, right now! Nobody's been answering the phone for the last hour, I think Alexis is in trouble!" Tom ran to Alexis's room, no one was inside. Tom quickly turned into the bathroom. Clank!
"Mr. Hetosho?!"
"Alexis! Why?" Tom sank to his knees. Alexis was in a puddle of blood, her blood, but she was still breathing. Tom looked for the cause and saw her wrists. He picked up the phone shakily, hearing the young boy shout over the extension.
"Mr. Hetosho I'm sorry I should've told you sooner, but I saw her wrists, she has been trying to kill herself. I believe your wife has been beating her, too. Alexis accidentally let it slip that wire hangers hurt worse than baseballs when hit a couple hundred times with them. I'm sorry."
"Whoever you are, boy, I've got news for you, too. Alexis, is unconscious. Thank you for telling me, I never sus-suspected this." Said Tom, numb and frightened for his only and youngest little girl.
DBZ Dimension (though nobody knows… yet.)
I opened my eyes. Blue eyes, lavender hair, and a firm, concerned face floated directly above mine. My body was bandaged, this I could feel, but the person above was too young to be doctor. "Are you an angel?" I asked, bemused and stupid, "Wait, never mind. You're too cute to be an angel."
"Should I take that as a compliment?" said a deep, teenage voice. I gasped; I knew that voice. My sister rented History of Trunks one night when I was 11, but that can't be… I'll save you firefly, your destiny is yet to come…
"No flipping way!"
