Night Before
I looked at the picture of Goten and Paris again and felt an overwhelming feeling of loneliness and I suddenly felt very lost. I had no idea where my life was going. At one time I had hopes that I could tell Goten how I felt. Then maybe, not right away of course, he would realize he felt the same way about me. Of course Marron still thinks I'll out grow my "crush" and look back on it later and laugh, but I know the feelings that I have deep inside for him will never go away. I know that what I feel is love, true love. I know because I know what true love looks like. I see it everyday in the eyes of my parents.and I see it everyday in the eyes that stare back at me from the mirror. My Father once said if you're willing to walk through fire just to brush your fingers against their cheek in a gentle caress then its love. But I would do that and so much more. I'd cast my very essence into a sea of lost souls just to glimpse a smile on his lips. I would sacrifice myself to the minions of Satan just to see his eyes sparkle. Just to see him happy. But it's not me who will make him happy. The very reason I have lost all hope and the reason his life will be happy are one and the same. Paris. Three months ago Goten proposed to Paris for the second time. I could not believe he would propose after how she broke his heart the first time. But what shocked me even more was that this time she had accepted. Tonight is the night before the wedding and reality has just barely chosen to slap me in the face and make me face reality. Tomorrow Goten will marry Paris. Tomorrow night they will make love then he will mark her. They will be mates. For Life. No turning back after that. If a sayain ever goes back on his mate then suffering and ultimately death will follow. I already feel as though I'm dying because of the one sided bond I recently found out I had. But the bond will never be returned. So I ask what's the point of living?
Next Morning
I know what to do now. I have everything planned out and I know that every one should be too busy to notice. To bad I'm already wearing my dress for the wedding. It's such a pretty dress, but the only dress I want to be wearing is a wedding dress as Goten's blushing bride. I feel so selfish doing this on Goten's wedding day but I can't help it. I can't wait any longer. Goten I once said I'd do anything to make happy.even let go.
Dear Goten,
I'm sorry that I ruined your wedding day, but I could not live knowing that you married Paris without ever knowing that I love you. I hope you'll find in your heart to forgive me someday. Goodbye Goten.
With Love Forever,
Bra Briefs
I reached toward my dresser repeating over and over in my mind 'there is no other way because he doesn't love you. he loves Paris'. I decide right now that no matter what, no matter the pain, I will not cry. I looked at the object in my hand and struggle to maintain the tears that threaten to overflow. With one last look I plunged the knife deep into the skin just above the conservative neckline of my gown. I feel the blood seep past the thin clothe of my dress and onto my fingers and see a small river of blood stain the front of my clothes. My world suddenly starts to spin and I stumble forward. I can't regain my balance fast enough so I crumple to the ground like a puppet who's strings have been cut. I hear someone knock on my door. I try to speak but the thick blood that is rising through my throat and starting to collect in small pool in the back of my mouth muffles my words. Then I hear the only voice that could comfort in these final moments. My Father is saying something to me through the door but I do not comprehend his words. I hear my father enter the room and suddenly his voice turns frantic and I feel myself being gently lifted by his strong, loving arms. I can hear my Father whispering sweet comforting words into my ear and it sounds as though he's choking back sobs. Though I cannot comprehend what my Father is saying, I can tell he is trying to give me spiritual strength. He has no idea that he has given me more comfort than I could ever have imagined. I feel safer now than I have felt in years. His gentle, husky voice; strong, protecting arms, the coarse materiel of his tuxedo and his taunt muscles beneath it; his masculine scent; and most of all the look of deep Fatherly love in his eyes. But slowly his words become more and more hushed and I feel something splatter against my cheek. I try to keep my eyes open but with each passing second my eyelids droop lower until all that I can see is the foreboding darkness that is patiently awaiting my arrival at deaths door. I strain my other senses in hopes of hearing my Fathers loving words or even feel his warm tears upon my cheek. But my body is starting to fail me altogether and my straining quickly becomes a labor that my pathetic, betraying body cannot handle. I feel my Fathers grip tighten and break my vow by allowing his tears to mingle with the ones I now let myself shed. But my tears are not tears of sorrow. The knowledge that someone loves me this much lifts my spirit and lightens the heavy weight that had settled upon my heart. But my Fathers little princess can no longer reign over the heart of the great prince.so I let go. I let the darkness engulf me and feel the pain vanish as though by magic. For a moment all I feel is my Fathers love embrace me and then I know nothing more. Goodbye Goten. Goodbye Father. Goodbye Life.
"Sometimes It Be That Way"
Night with its shattered teeth attempts to speak
My pen is present but courage left via the sink
And I'm sorry I snuck up on you from behind
Sorry not all my love letters did rhyme
And I'm sorry that Jesus died for my sins
And I swear to God it won't happen again
And I'm sorry if it was my swerve that tempted you to sway
Oh well, sometimes it be that way
And Romeo was a very nice man
He said," Jewel, I don't think you quite understand"
And I'm sorry if you had to explain it like this
Sorry I was a point you were destined to miss
And I'm sorry I spoke to you irreverently
Down in the hollow by the old olive tree
Chorus
I said," Oh well, I got nothing left to sell"
This love was a bell that rang unheard in the air I was bound to find out that you didn't care Oh well, sometimes it be that way
And Aphrodite with her neon lamp Kissed Neptune, they put her face on a stamp And I'm sorry I used it to mail a letter to you Sorry I'm glue and the rest bounces off of you And I'm sorry not even this jet's metal wings Could get across these simple things And I'm sorry if I ever sang your name in vain Oh well, sometimes it be that way
Chorus
I said," Oh well, I got nothing left to sell"
This love was a bell that rang unheard in the air I was bound to find out that you didn't care Oh well, sometimes it be that way
Now flame licks the air with its silver tongue Night has many hands but I have just one And I'm sorry I walked in on you unexpectedly I'm sorry I never served you chamomile tea And I'm sorry I didn't always have a match That could start a fire big enough for your heart to catch
And I'm sorry if it was my heart breaking that ruined your day
Oh well, sometimes it be that way
Oh well, sometimes it be that way
Jewel Kilcher
I looked at the picture of Goten and Paris again and felt an overwhelming feeling of loneliness and I suddenly felt very lost. I had no idea where my life was going. At one time I had hopes that I could tell Goten how I felt. Then maybe, not right away of course, he would realize he felt the same way about me. Of course Marron still thinks I'll out grow my "crush" and look back on it later and laugh, but I know the feelings that I have deep inside for him will never go away. I know that what I feel is love, true love. I know because I know what true love looks like. I see it everyday in the eyes of my parents.and I see it everyday in the eyes that stare back at me from the mirror. My Father once said if you're willing to walk through fire just to brush your fingers against their cheek in a gentle caress then its love. But I would do that and so much more. I'd cast my very essence into a sea of lost souls just to glimpse a smile on his lips. I would sacrifice myself to the minions of Satan just to see his eyes sparkle. Just to see him happy. But it's not me who will make him happy. The very reason I have lost all hope and the reason his life will be happy are one and the same. Paris. Three months ago Goten proposed to Paris for the second time. I could not believe he would propose after how she broke his heart the first time. But what shocked me even more was that this time she had accepted. Tonight is the night before the wedding and reality has just barely chosen to slap me in the face and make me face reality. Tomorrow Goten will marry Paris. Tomorrow night they will make love then he will mark her. They will be mates. For Life. No turning back after that. If a sayain ever goes back on his mate then suffering and ultimately death will follow. I already feel as though I'm dying because of the one sided bond I recently found out I had. But the bond will never be returned. So I ask what's the point of living?
Next Morning
I know what to do now. I have everything planned out and I know that every one should be too busy to notice. To bad I'm already wearing my dress for the wedding. It's such a pretty dress, but the only dress I want to be wearing is a wedding dress as Goten's blushing bride. I feel so selfish doing this on Goten's wedding day but I can't help it. I can't wait any longer. Goten I once said I'd do anything to make happy.even let go.
Dear Goten,
I'm sorry that I ruined your wedding day, but I could not live knowing that you married Paris without ever knowing that I love you. I hope you'll find in your heart to forgive me someday. Goodbye Goten.
With Love Forever,
Bra Briefs
I reached toward my dresser repeating over and over in my mind 'there is no other way because he doesn't love you. he loves Paris'. I decide right now that no matter what, no matter the pain, I will not cry. I looked at the object in my hand and struggle to maintain the tears that threaten to overflow. With one last look I plunged the knife deep into the skin just above the conservative neckline of my gown. I feel the blood seep past the thin clothe of my dress and onto my fingers and see a small river of blood stain the front of my clothes. My world suddenly starts to spin and I stumble forward. I can't regain my balance fast enough so I crumple to the ground like a puppet who's strings have been cut. I hear someone knock on my door. I try to speak but the thick blood that is rising through my throat and starting to collect in small pool in the back of my mouth muffles my words. Then I hear the only voice that could comfort in these final moments. My Father is saying something to me through the door but I do not comprehend his words. I hear my father enter the room and suddenly his voice turns frantic and I feel myself being gently lifted by his strong, loving arms. I can hear my Father whispering sweet comforting words into my ear and it sounds as though he's choking back sobs. Though I cannot comprehend what my Father is saying, I can tell he is trying to give me spiritual strength. He has no idea that he has given me more comfort than I could ever have imagined. I feel safer now than I have felt in years. His gentle, husky voice; strong, protecting arms, the coarse materiel of his tuxedo and his taunt muscles beneath it; his masculine scent; and most of all the look of deep Fatherly love in his eyes. But slowly his words become more and more hushed and I feel something splatter against my cheek. I try to keep my eyes open but with each passing second my eyelids droop lower until all that I can see is the foreboding darkness that is patiently awaiting my arrival at deaths door. I strain my other senses in hopes of hearing my Fathers loving words or even feel his warm tears upon my cheek. But my body is starting to fail me altogether and my straining quickly becomes a labor that my pathetic, betraying body cannot handle. I feel my Fathers grip tighten and break my vow by allowing his tears to mingle with the ones I now let myself shed. But my tears are not tears of sorrow. The knowledge that someone loves me this much lifts my spirit and lightens the heavy weight that had settled upon my heart. But my Fathers little princess can no longer reign over the heart of the great prince.so I let go. I let the darkness engulf me and feel the pain vanish as though by magic. For a moment all I feel is my Fathers love embrace me and then I know nothing more. Goodbye Goten. Goodbye Father. Goodbye Life.
"Sometimes It Be That Way"
Night with its shattered teeth attempts to speak
My pen is present but courage left via the sink
And I'm sorry I snuck up on you from behind
Sorry not all my love letters did rhyme
And I'm sorry that Jesus died for my sins
And I swear to God it won't happen again
And I'm sorry if it was my swerve that tempted you to sway
Oh well, sometimes it be that way
And Romeo was a very nice man
He said," Jewel, I don't think you quite understand"
And I'm sorry if you had to explain it like this
Sorry I was a point you were destined to miss
And I'm sorry I spoke to you irreverently
Down in the hollow by the old olive tree
Chorus
I said," Oh well, I got nothing left to sell"
This love was a bell that rang unheard in the air I was bound to find out that you didn't care Oh well, sometimes it be that way
And Aphrodite with her neon lamp Kissed Neptune, they put her face on a stamp And I'm sorry I used it to mail a letter to you Sorry I'm glue and the rest bounces off of you And I'm sorry not even this jet's metal wings Could get across these simple things And I'm sorry if I ever sang your name in vain Oh well, sometimes it be that way
Chorus
I said," Oh well, I got nothing left to sell"
This love was a bell that rang unheard in the air I was bound to find out that you didn't care Oh well, sometimes it be that way
Now flame licks the air with its silver tongue Night has many hands but I have just one And I'm sorry I walked in on you unexpectedly I'm sorry I never served you chamomile tea And I'm sorry I didn't always have a match That could start a fire big enough for your heart to catch
And I'm sorry if it was my heart breaking that ruined your day
Oh well, sometimes it be that way
Oh well, sometimes it be that way
Jewel Kilcher