I couldn't concentrate. The professor's voice rambled namelessly past my
ears as thoughts ran through my head.
I was so worried about her. What if she did get out last night? I was a pretty heavy sleeper, so I may have not heard her go out of the house. And I guess I snore sometimes, too. I scribbled my notes routinely as I kept on loading my burden of worry. I was so paranoid.
I threw my pen down and walked out of the room. I slammed the doors in the astonished faces and the professor, with his jaw frozen in surprise.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I touched the pictures. I flipped a few more pages and saw the same people. I saw..me. And him....
The first picture was of that boy, Goten and I. We were standing in front of a park, muted laughing, holding hands.
When did this all happen? Other pictures showed us playfully kissing, hugging, him giving me a gift and me, blushing. Something in my heart soared as I saw these pictures. They seemed to fill partially the empty void in my heart.
My head hurt.
I dropped the binder and walked into the kitchen. I heard a quiet murmur. I glanced at the small radio under the table. I picked it up and turned it up a bit more. I tsked, Goten must've forgotten to turn it off.
The voice came out warbly, then clearer as I turned the volume knob up.
"Good afternoon, West City! We're are glad to report that the civilian that was reportedly dead in Windsor Park last night is only severely injured. As we update you further on in the day, we will now hear from Sally Knox and the daily commute...."
I knocked it off of its stand and I held myself. I suddenly felt very cold. I bit my fingernails nervously.
"Windsor Park.." I said to myself quietly. The place sounded so familiar.
I tasted something crusty and dry. It fell into my mouth and it melted into a metal-like liquid. It clung onto my tongue and mixed with my saliva.
I looked at my fingers.
Invisible spiders crawled all over me.
I had blood in my nails.
"No....." It escaped from me softly. It was dry, old, perhaps from.....last night? Was it mine? I bit my fingers, almost fervently for any sign of pain. I felt nothing except for my teeth.
I shivered and backed myself into a wall. I was so confused. I seemed to know where the blood had came from, but at the same time, didn't want to remember.
I ran into the washroom and scrubbed my fingers till my pinky bled. They were now red and sore. I looked at myself in the mirror. My blue hair was messy and my sea blue eyes were bloodshot and I had dark circles around them. Everything seemed to fit in then. Windsor Park, the blood-------the dream.
I froze and let the water from the tap run freely. I then turned if off with robotic movement and walked numbly back into the room. The room, the pictures seemed to lure and call me in with silent tones.
I picked up the book again and flipped near the back.
The people in this picture struck a tone in my memory. I was in the middle, a man with a high hairline was behind me, scowling, a blue haired woman was grinning and holding my hand, a purple haired boy stood beside me and a smile balanced lightly on his lips. Goten was beside the purple haired boy and he had his arm wrapped playfully around him.
I knew them. I didn't know who they were but I have seen them before. The girl who looked like me was laughing and the park behind the group also reminded me of something, somewhere.
One word escaped my lips. "Family...." I whispered. I touched my lips gently. Something was coming back into my lost memory now, more pictures, this time, empty ones, flooded my mind and my eyes widened.
"They're my....family...." My headache came back and I laid myself on the bed. No, I told myself, stop thinking. Stop stressing yourself. There must be a reason why Goten had taken you here. Stop it! STOP IT!
"STOP IT!" I screamed at the empty ceiling as I held my head firmly. I began to cry again and I just lay there. I let the tears roll freely down my face. I knew I looked like hell. But who cared. I live in it. Silence flooded my ears as I whimpered pitifully. I sniffed and reasoned with myself.
I had blood in my nails------not my blood. The neighborhood in my dream was oddly familiar. The house wasn't Someone was hurt in that area. Have I found my family? No, I told myself as I shook my head. I had to stay on track. Someone was almost killed. I had blood in my nails.
I had blood in my nails.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I rushed home on the bus. I had almost dropped my books as I climbed up to my condo.
I opened the door and ran to Bra's room. I slowed down as I came closer. I peeked through the door and glimpsed her asleep. I sighed with relief and sat down for an early supper.
She slept until 9:30 until she had finally timidly entered the living room. She fixed herself up a bit and she looked like the times when she was still my Bra.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I know your name." I told him as I entered the dankly covered room and I sat beside him on his couch. I tried to make it sound as casual and unsuspecting as possible.
He nodded slowly as he fixed his eyes on the screen again. "So?"
I took the binder from behind my back and showed him the photo. "I know these people." I told him. "I just can't remember them fully."
I saw his eyes darting back to me and he faced me. He was silent as our eyes met.
"I have no idea of what you're saying." He said lightly. He held my gaze firmly.
He was lying. And something in me snapped. I don't know where it came from, but my arm came up and I slapped him, hard. My palm felt a bit burnt as I held it in midair, unable to move. His cheek left an imprint of my hand.
He sat still. He was still looking at me with that calm, serene, look. I slapped him again. This time, he felt his cheeks slowly and grinned slowly.
"You don't need to know, Bra." He said as he felt his jawbone.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bra stood up and stomped out of the room. Goten followed her. ' She still is stubborn', he thought smugly.
Bra went to the room and grabbed her old clothes. Goten stood at the doorway and observed her.
She walked to the door and put on her shoes angrily. Goten grabbed her shoulder as she was about to open the door. Bra threw him off and ran out. Goten followed.
Pretty soon, he was beside her; he breathed easily as she panted. They ran side by side out of the building and he stopped her again. She had tried outrunning him, but it was impossible. She turned on him fiercely and glared at him. They stood, staring eachother down with fire filled eyes.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
Bra gritted her teeth. "To find them."
Goten chuckled. "And where are you going to go find them?"
Bra's eyes glazed over with ice. "Anywhere." She paused and let the silence drift in the cool night air. "Even if they're in hell."
Goten glared back. "Do you even know where you'll be going?" He cocked his head to one side and smirked lightly. "You probably don't even know who they are."
Bra clenched her teeth and struggled to get away. "They're..they're....my family!" She yelled. Her eyes flashed angrily again, "you take me in like some lost dog, but do you know what kind of hell I'm going through?!" She paused to take in deep breaths. "You can't deny me! If you won't tell me, I'll even sleep with the devil to find out!" She dug her nails into his arms. "I don't need you!"
Goten's grip loosened. Bra saw her chance and took off, tripping a few times as she ran away into the alley. Goten didn't follow. He looked hopelessly after her as her last words scraped themselves against his heart.
Goten fell to the ground on his knees. He let his jeans rub on the pavement. "Damn, she knows."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I picked myself off from the ground and walked slowly back to my room. Some curious heads peeked out of the building and glanced at me. I ignored them. My neighbors were always nosey, and they were hoping to see what the result was of the World War III that was just unleashed.
I let myself into my room and lay down on her bed. It still smelled like her. I took a deep breath and sighed. I couldn't go after her. If she really knew where Windsor Park was, she could find them and tell them about me. And then I'll be the one in hell.
I finally sat down in my desk and went through my physics questions easily. I managed to get a 78% on my last physics class with minimum studying. Mom said that I've always been lucky.
Well she was wrong. Right now, I felt like the most cursed, love endowed man in the universe.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bra ran through alleyways blindly, letting her tears spread across her delicate cheeks and her hair get tangled. She finally broke down in sobs as she fell against a cold wall.
"Goten, Goten, I'm so scared...." She murmured repeatedly as she tucked her head between her knees. She hugged her shivering body.
She suddenly heard footsteps. There was more then one set of feet, and they were coming closer to her. She looked up to dark figures through her tear- dimmed eyes.
"Goten?" Bra asked quietly to the silent strangers.
They looked down on her, the shadows hiding their faces.
Suddenly, one of then spoke. "Goten?" He turned around and looked at the others. "Come with us." He said suddenly. His voice was soft.
Bra sniffled and stood up. She was a bit shorter than the leader. "You know him?"
Even in the dark, one could see a questionable smile on his face. "Sure, baby. You lost?"
Bra nodded. She felt the eyes of the rest of the group as she was looked over.
"Come with us, baby. We'll take you home." He offered again.
Bra nodded again, very curtly and followed him. The rest of the gang closed in and walked through the streets. She lifted her head proudly to the streetlights and looked back at Goten's window. She turned back and pushed away her thoughts. She pushed him away.
The leader reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a small knife as he continued his walk. He clicked it open and tapped it on his chin thoughtfully. He grinned. There was something in that girl's eyes that was dangerous. Something useful. They would just have to go a little bit deeper. He dug the blade gently into his cheek as he smiled, drawing droplets of blood.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes:
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I was so worried about her. What if she did get out last night? I was a pretty heavy sleeper, so I may have not heard her go out of the house. And I guess I snore sometimes, too. I scribbled my notes routinely as I kept on loading my burden of worry. I was so paranoid.
I threw my pen down and walked out of the room. I slammed the doors in the astonished faces and the professor, with his jaw frozen in surprise.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I touched the pictures. I flipped a few more pages and saw the same people. I saw..me. And him....
The first picture was of that boy, Goten and I. We were standing in front of a park, muted laughing, holding hands.
When did this all happen? Other pictures showed us playfully kissing, hugging, him giving me a gift and me, blushing. Something in my heart soared as I saw these pictures. They seemed to fill partially the empty void in my heart.
My head hurt.
I dropped the binder and walked into the kitchen. I heard a quiet murmur. I glanced at the small radio under the table. I picked it up and turned it up a bit more. I tsked, Goten must've forgotten to turn it off.
The voice came out warbly, then clearer as I turned the volume knob up.
"Good afternoon, West City! We're are glad to report that the civilian that was reportedly dead in Windsor Park last night is only severely injured. As we update you further on in the day, we will now hear from Sally Knox and the daily commute...."
I knocked it off of its stand and I held myself. I suddenly felt very cold. I bit my fingernails nervously.
"Windsor Park.." I said to myself quietly. The place sounded so familiar.
I tasted something crusty and dry. It fell into my mouth and it melted into a metal-like liquid. It clung onto my tongue and mixed with my saliva.
I looked at my fingers.
Invisible spiders crawled all over me.
I had blood in my nails.
"No....." It escaped from me softly. It was dry, old, perhaps from.....last night? Was it mine? I bit my fingers, almost fervently for any sign of pain. I felt nothing except for my teeth.
I shivered and backed myself into a wall. I was so confused. I seemed to know where the blood had came from, but at the same time, didn't want to remember.
I ran into the washroom and scrubbed my fingers till my pinky bled. They were now red and sore. I looked at myself in the mirror. My blue hair was messy and my sea blue eyes were bloodshot and I had dark circles around them. Everything seemed to fit in then. Windsor Park, the blood-------the dream.
I froze and let the water from the tap run freely. I then turned if off with robotic movement and walked numbly back into the room. The room, the pictures seemed to lure and call me in with silent tones.
I picked up the book again and flipped near the back.
The people in this picture struck a tone in my memory. I was in the middle, a man with a high hairline was behind me, scowling, a blue haired woman was grinning and holding my hand, a purple haired boy stood beside me and a smile balanced lightly on his lips. Goten was beside the purple haired boy and he had his arm wrapped playfully around him.
I knew them. I didn't know who they were but I have seen them before. The girl who looked like me was laughing and the park behind the group also reminded me of something, somewhere.
One word escaped my lips. "Family...." I whispered. I touched my lips gently. Something was coming back into my lost memory now, more pictures, this time, empty ones, flooded my mind and my eyes widened.
"They're my....family...." My headache came back and I laid myself on the bed. No, I told myself, stop thinking. Stop stressing yourself. There must be a reason why Goten had taken you here. Stop it! STOP IT!
"STOP IT!" I screamed at the empty ceiling as I held my head firmly. I began to cry again and I just lay there. I let the tears roll freely down my face. I knew I looked like hell. But who cared. I live in it. Silence flooded my ears as I whimpered pitifully. I sniffed and reasoned with myself.
I had blood in my nails------not my blood. The neighborhood in my dream was oddly familiar. The house wasn't Someone was hurt in that area. Have I found my family? No, I told myself as I shook my head. I had to stay on track. Someone was almost killed. I had blood in my nails.
I had blood in my nails.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I rushed home on the bus. I had almost dropped my books as I climbed up to my condo.
I opened the door and ran to Bra's room. I slowed down as I came closer. I peeked through the door and glimpsed her asleep. I sighed with relief and sat down for an early supper.
She slept until 9:30 until she had finally timidly entered the living room. She fixed herself up a bit and she looked like the times when she was still my Bra.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I know your name." I told him as I entered the dankly covered room and I sat beside him on his couch. I tried to make it sound as casual and unsuspecting as possible.
He nodded slowly as he fixed his eyes on the screen again. "So?"
I took the binder from behind my back and showed him the photo. "I know these people." I told him. "I just can't remember them fully."
I saw his eyes darting back to me and he faced me. He was silent as our eyes met.
"I have no idea of what you're saying." He said lightly. He held my gaze firmly.
He was lying. And something in me snapped. I don't know where it came from, but my arm came up and I slapped him, hard. My palm felt a bit burnt as I held it in midair, unable to move. His cheek left an imprint of my hand.
He sat still. He was still looking at me with that calm, serene, look. I slapped him again. This time, he felt his cheeks slowly and grinned slowly.
"You don't need to know, Bra." He said as he felt his jawbone.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bra stood up and stomped out of the room. Goten followed her. ' She still is stubborn', he thought smugly.
Bra went to the room and grabbed her old clothes. Goten stood at the doorway and observed her.
She walked to the door and put on her shoes angrily. Goten grabbed her shoulder as she was about to open the door. Bra threw him off and ran out. Goten followed.
Pretty soon, he was beside her; he breathed easily as she panted. They ran side by side out of the building and he stopped her again. She had tried outrunning him, but it was impossible. She turned on him fiercely and glared at him. They stood, staring eachother down with fire filled eyes.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
Bra gritted her teeth. "To find them."
Goten chuckled. "And where are you going to go find them?"
Bra's eyes glazed over with ice. "Anywhere." She paused and let the silence drift in the cool night air. "Even if they're in hell."
Goten glared back. "Do you even know where you'll be going?" He cocked his head to one side and smirked lightly. "You probably don't even know who they are."
Bra clenched her teeth and struggled to get away. "They're..they're....my family!" She yelled. Her eyes flashed angrily again, "you take me in like some lost dog, but do you know what kind of hell I'm going through?!" She paused to take in deep breaths. "You can't deny me! If you won't tell me, I'll even sleep with the devil to find out!" She dug her nails into his arms. "I don't need you!"
Goten's grip loosened. Bra saw her chance and took off, tripping a few times as she ran away into the alley. Goten didn't follow. He looked hopelessly after her as her last words scraped themselves against his heart.
Goten fell to the ground on his knees. He let his jeans rub on the pavement. "Damn, she knows."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I picked myself off from the ground and walked slowly back to my room. Some curious heads peeked out of the building and glanced at me. I ignored them. My neighbors were always nosey, and they were hoping to see what the result was of the World War III that was just unleashed.
I let myself into my room and lay down on her bed. It still smelled like her. I took a deep breath and sighed. I couldn't go after her. If she really knew where Windsor Park was, she could find them and tell them about me. And then I'll be the one in hell.
I finally sat down in my desk and went through my physics questions easily. I managed to get a 78% on my last physics class with minimum studying. Mom said that I've always been lucky.
Well she was wrong. Right now, I felt like the most cursed, love endowed man in the universe.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bra ran through alleyways blindly, letting her tears spread across her delicate cheeks and her hair get tangled. She finally broke down in sobs as she fell against a cold wall.
"Goten, Goten, I'm so scared...." She murmured repeatedly as she tucked her head between her knees. She hugged her shivering body.
She suddenly heard footsteps. There was more then one set of feet, and they were coming closer to her. She looked up to dark figures through her tear- dimmed eyes.
"Goten?" Bra asked quietly to the silent strangers.
They looked down on her, the shadows hiding their faces.
Suddenly, one of then spoke. "Goten?" He turned around and looked at the others. "Come with us." He said suddenly. His voice was soft.
Bra sniffled and stood up. She was a bit shorter than the leader. "You know him?"
Even in the dark, one could see a questionable smile on his face. "Sure, baby. You lost?"
Bra nodded. She felt the eyes of the rest of the group as she was looked over.
"Come with us, baby. We'll take you home." He offered again.
Bra nodded again, very curtly and followed him. The rest of the gang closed in and walked through the streets. She lifted her head proudly to the streetlights and looked back at Goten's window. She turned back and pushed away her thoughts. She pushed him away.
The leader reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a small knife as he continued his walk. He clicked it open and tapped it on his chin thoughtfully. He grinned. There was something in that girl's eyes that was dangerous. Something useful. They would just have to go a little bit deeper. He dug the blade gently into his cheek as he smiled, drawing droplets of blood.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes:
Please take your time to review! PUH-LEESE!!!