Swing Swing-Chapter ||- Cause and Effect
Did you think that I would cry on the phone?
Do you know what it feels like being alone?
I'll find someone new....
Pan sighed. Trunks was gone. He wanted to grow up and settle down with someone his own age. She sat on her floor with a big sweater he'd given her, and looked through a shoe box full of photos. All of Trunks. She went through them slowly, one by one, and cut his outline perfectly. She picked up the picture scraps and threw the trash away. Going back to her pile she picked up the Trunks' and carried them away to the attic.
'No one can know...no one can know...no one will care....he was the only one who ever cared...'
She stumbled up to the attic holding the pictures and a flashlight and a small bag. She dropped off her items, and closed the entrance. She pulled a portable cd player out of the bag and put it on. Blaring through her ears, heavy metal, artists' shared tears. The world had fallen, so had they, and so had she. She was willing to give her life for him, but she wasn't good enough. Her life wasn't good enough. She picked up the pictures and dealt them, one by one, a gleam of anger in her eye, and her lips curled up in relaxed smile.
The next day at school Pan's friends awaited her. She came into class half way threw a teachers lecture. He started to complain about her tardy when she spun on her heel, looked him strait in the eye and appologized in a cold, cruel voice. Somewhat scared, somewhat threatened, the teacher discarded her to her seat. When she walked threw the class she was noticably changed. Her face was white, powder or was she sick? Her normal blue jean pants...baggy black jeans. Her normal cute top, a baggy plain black t-shirt. Her fingerless gloves covered the majority of her hands, and under the ends of them small red scabbing lines were seen across her wrists. What had happened?
She sat down in her seat, still staring strait forward. She didn't have a backpack, and when the class got ready to take a test she sat still and blank. Angry, plotting...but what? Her friends tried to talk to her all hour, but she ignored them. She was deaf to everyone and everything. She was void of life. A hazardous state that teens tend to fall into when they feel hope is gone. Her friends shed tears, hopefully soon she'd realize that the world isn't one man.
"Maybe we should talk to her..." Her friend Pauline suggested as they watched her sit alone at lunch, instead of with them.
"I dunno....she looks really...really pissed. I mean that's more than a pms trip right there..." Mai added.
Her wild and party friend, the one whom suggested Trunks be a bad boy, took the first step.
"This is bullshit, I know what it feels like. She's a kid in relationships, she didn't know better. I'm going to put an end to this!" And with that she headed towards Pan with a true friends smile.
"Hey P-Chan, whats up?" She offered and put her arm around Pan.
"Nothing..." Pan kept her steady cold stare at the ground. "I'm fine."
"Sweetheart, you aint fine....whats wrong? Is it that pretty boy? I need ta kick his you-know-what for ya kid?" She smiled playfully and gently punched Pans shoulder. Ment as a gesture of kindness, taken to the limit.
Pans eyes flickered, she wasn't Pan. Pan killed herself. Pan cared about her friends. Pan wouldn't have faced her friend and put her fist to her face. Pan definately wouldn't have sat and watched her friends face crack and bleed. But she did. This "Pan" was so unkind. What was going threw her mind that she could just sit here and watch the blood? Something seemed to calm her...
She finally turned from the scene and walked on. "Trunks and I have a date...." she muttered to herself before being stopped by a pissed off moniter. Time for the penalty. Pan glared and scowled, "Hn...I have no price to pay!" She shouted and was air-born.
'Trunks and I have a date....'
Pan flew home, and her feet tenderly embraced the ground as she searched for the house key in her pocket. Unable to find it she kicked the mahogany door in. She didn't have time for this, she had to get ready for her and Trunks' date. She rushed up to her room, and landed on her knees infront of her bed. She reached under it and pulled out a small blade. Standing up she went to her closet and found the dress that was most complimenting to her. A sleeveless black and red full length gown.
Holding these items in her hands she walked into the bathroom where she proceeded to undress herself for a shower. In the shower she held the blade to her bare chest, where there were cut marks already. She sunk the knife in and watched the blood run down with the water. She cut her chest and stomach over and over. A cut from her cleavage to her nipple. A cut from her belly button to her side. Cuts everwhere. The bottom of the shower held onto the faintest shade of red as she turned the water off and ignored the need to let the blood wash out. She dried her naked body with a soft white towl, and then slipped into the dress. Bits of her cuts stuck out on her breasts where the dress didn't cover.
She took the blade and hacked off her wet hair. A jagged uneven cut, she shrugged it off. She was beautiful in her eyes, and even more so after the thick black eyeliner. She stood back and looked at herself, a disposable teen, wasn't she a prize?! Wasn't she worthwhile!? Wasn't she important!? No...she looked down as a tear fell down her face, she wasn't important, she was just another somebody. She looked in the mirror at the entrance to the attic in the hallway behind her. She frowned, she was going to be late. She had to be there before Trunks got home from work.
Gohan came home that night to a shock. Finding his door in splinters he suspected the worse. A robbing? He ran inside to see what was missing. Nothing was missing, nothing he could notice, but as he ran down the hall he saw the bathroom door open, the light on. He cautiously pushed it open and saw black hair torn and uneven all over the floor. Concerned he searched the rest of the bathroom, finding the remains of Pans blood inside the shower. He concentrated on the blood, definately his daughters. Frightened and scared he searched the house for any unusual energy. He found a small faint energy in the attic, but too small to be human.
Pulling the doorway and stairs down he crawled up in the attic. He heard a soft noise, a soft song playing. The cd player must have been what was giving off the energy, it'd been on for hours and the batteries were hot. Therefor sending off impulses of energy. He put the headphones on, "Swing Swing Swing from the tangles of my heart..." He looked down, a flashlight. He picked it up and turned it on, horrified. He stared at the wall infront of him, "It's crashed by a former love..." Something definately wasn't all together,something or someone. He ran back down the stairs and grabbed the phone, calling Videl at work and demanding her home.
Videl had never had a demand that strong from Gohan, he was always easy going and peaceful but he sounded very upset. Grabbing her purse and keys she fled without even clocking out. She rushed into her car, and quickly sped home.
When Videl pulled into her driveway Gohan was waiting outside, his head in his hands. He appeared to be having a breakdown. What was wrong? Wasn't he okay when she talked to him this afternoon? What could have caused this distress? She found out soon. He took her by the hand and without words forced her up to the attic. When she repeatedly questioned what he was doing, although a tad bit more..colorful, he picked up the flashlight and showed her the room. Videl's jaw dropped.
All around, every wall, every inch was covered with pictures of Trunks. In the middle of the room was a nuse, its purpose appeared to be suicide, as it had a dummy in it. A test subject? As they wondered around and got closer they found the doll looked strangely familiar. Then it hit them. The dummy in the nuse reminded them of the android and Krillens adult daughter. The daughter Trunks just proposed to. They looked around more, noticing bloody hand prints and drops all over the floor. Had Pan done this? Had she injured someone else, or had she injured herself? He showed Videl to the bathroom. Had their daughter snapped? Without a doubt.
Did you think that I would cry on the phone?
Do you know what it feels like being alone?
I'll find someone new....
Pan sighed. Trunks was gone. He wanted to grow up and settle down with someone his own age. She sat on her floor with a big sweater he'd given her, and looked through a shoe box full of photos. All of Trunks. She went through them slowly, one by one, and cut his outline perfectly. She picked up the picture scraps and threw the trash away. Going back to her pile she picked up the Trunks' and carried them away to the attic.
'No one can know...no one can know...no one will care....he was the only one who ever cared...'
She stumbled up to the attic holding the pictures and a flashlight and a small bag. She dropped off her items, and closed the entrance. She pulled a portable cd player out of the bag and put it on. Blaring through her ears, heavy metal, artists' shared tears. The world had fallen, so had they, and so had she. She was willing to give her life for him, but she wasn't good enough. Her life wasn't good enough. She picked up the pictures and dealt them, one by one, a gleam of anger in her eye, and her lips curled up in relaxed smile.
The next day at school Pan's friends awaited her. She came into class half way threw a teachers lecture. He started to complain about her tardy when she spun on her heel, looked him strait in the eye and appologized in a cold, cruel voice. Somewhat scared, somewhat threatened, the teacher discarded her to her seat. When she walked threw the class she was noticably changed. Her face was white, powder or was she sick? Her normal blue jean pants...baggy black jeans. Her normal cute top, a baggy plain black t-shirt. Her fingerless gloves covered the majority of her hands, and under the ends of them small red scabbing lines were seen across her wrists. What had happened?
She sat down in her seat, still staring strait forward. She didn't have a backpack, and when the class got ready to take a test she sat still and blank. Angry, plotting...but what? Her friends tried to talk to her all hour, but she ignored them. She was deaf to everyone and everything. She was void of life. A hazardous state that teens tend to fall into when they feel hope is gone. Her friends shed tears, hopefully soon she'd realize that the world isn't one man.
"Maybe we should talk to her..." Her friend Pauline suggested as they watched her sit alone at lunch, instead of with them.
"I dunno....she looks really...really pissed. I mean that's more than a pms trip right there..." Mai added.
Her wild and party friend, the one whom suggested Trunks be a bad boy, took the first step.
"This is bullshit, I know what it feels like. She's a kid in relationships, she didn't know better. I'm going to put an end to this!" And with that she headed towards Pan with a true friends smile.
"Hey P-Chan, whats up?" She offered and put her arm around Pan.
"Nothing..." Pan kept her steady cold stare at the ground. "I'm fine."
"Sweetheart, you aint fine....whats wrong? Is it that pretty boy? I need ta kick his you-know-what for ya kid?" She smiled playfully and gently punched Pans shoulder. Ment as a gesture of kindness, taken to the limit.
Pans eyes flickered, she wasn't Pan. Pan killed herself. Pan cared about her friends. Pan wouldn't have faced her friend and put her fist to her face. Pan definately wouldn't have sat and watched her friends face crack and bleed. But she did. This "Pan" was so unkind. What was going threw her mind that she could just sit here and watch the blood? Something seemed to calm her...
She finally turned from the scene and walked on. "Trunks and I have a date...." she muttered to herself before being stopped by a pissed off moniter. Time for the penalty. Pan glared and scowled, "Hn...I have no price to pay!" She shouted and was air-born.
'Trunks and I have a date....'
Pan flew home, and her feet tenderly embraced the ground as she searched for the house key in her pocket. Unable to find it she kicked the mahogany door in. She didn't have time for this, she had to get ready for her and Trunks' date. She rushed up to her room, and landed on her knees infront of her bed. She reached under it and pulled out a small blade. Standing up she went to her closet and found the dress that was most complimenting to her. A sleeveless black and red full length gown.
Holding these items in her hands she walked into the bathroom where she proceeded to undress herself for a shower. In the shower she held the blade to her bare chest, where there were cut marks already. She sunk the knife in and watched the blood run down with the water. She cut her chest and stomach over and over. A cut from her cleavage to her nipple. A cut from her belly button to her side. Cuts everwhere. The bottom of the shower held onto the faintest shade of red as she turned the water off and ignored the need to let the blood wash out. She dried her naked body with a soft white towl, and then slipped into the dress. Bits of her cuts stuck out on her breasts where the dress didn't cover.
She took the blade and hacked off her wet hair. A jagged uneven cut, she shrugged it off. She was beautiful in her eyes, and even more so after the thick black eyeliner. She stood back and looked at herself, a disposable teen, wasn't she a prize?! Wasn't she worthwhile!? Wasn't she important!? No...she looked down as a tear fell down her face, she wasn't important, she was just another somebody. She looked in the mirror at the entrance to the attic in the hallway behind her. She frowned, she was going to be late. She had to be there before Trunks got home from work.
Gohan came home that night to a shock. Finding his door in splinters he suspected the worse. A robbing? He ran inside to see what was missing. Nothing was missing, nothing he could notice, but as he ran down the hall he saw the bathroom door open, the light on. He cautiously pushed it open and saw black hair torn and uneven all over the floor. Concerned he searched the rest of the bathroom, finding the remains of Pans blood inside the shower. He concentrated on the blood, definately his daughters. Frightened and scared he searched the house for any unusual energy. He found a small faint energy in the attic, but too small to be human.
Pulling the doorway and stairs down he crawled up in the attic. He heard a soft noise, a soft song playing. The cd player must have been what was giving off the energy, it'd been on for hours and the batteries were hot. Therefor sending off impulses of energy. He put the headphones on, "Swing Swing Swing from the tangles of my heart..." He looked down, a flashlight. He picked it up and turned it on, horrified. He stared at the wall infront of him, "It's crashed by a former love..." Something definately wasn't all together,something or someone. He ran back down the stairs and grabbed the phone, calling Videl at work and demanding her home.
Videl had never had a demand that strong from Gohan, he was always easy going and peaceful but he sounded very upset. Grabbing her purse and keys she fled without even clocking out. She rushed into her car, and quickly sped home.
When Videl pulled into her driveway Gohan was waiting outside, his head in his hands. He appeared to be having a breakdown. What was wrong? Wasn't he okay when she talked to him this afternoon? What could have caused this distress? She found out soon. He took her by the hand and without words forced her up to the attic. When she repeatedly questioned what he was doing, although a tad bit more..colorful, he picked up the flashlight and showed her the room. Videl's jaw dropped.
All around, every wall, every inch was covered with pictures of Trunks. In the middle of the room was a nuse, its purpose appeared to be suicide, as it had a dummy in it. A test subject? As they wondered around and got closer they found the doll looked strangely familiar. Then it hit them. The dummy in the nuse reminded them of the android and Krillens adult daughter. The daughter Trunks just proposed to. They looked around more, noticing bloody hand prints and drops all over the floor. Had Pan done this? Had she injured someone else, or had she injured herself? He showed Videl to the bathroom. Had their daughter snapped? Without a doubt.
