Spirits

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Dragonball Z, though a girl can dream. Shinobai is mine however, though I am willing to loan her out if asked. This story is an OC who is basically based on a dream I used to create and a nightmare that haunted me for a bit. The spirit-calling thing is my own invention. At least, I think it is. Someone else might have thought of it too. I love to do beta reading for people and will willingly do so. Please read, enjoy and review. The more reviews, the longer this goes. That's the way it goes people.

She'd been wandering for days.Her mind was blurred, any idea of where and who she was gone. No injuries marked her body but scars and wounds showed their red marks upon her soul. She'd run from home and somehow ended up at an airport. Her wallet was still on her and the card that gave her access to her parent's account had still been there along with a wad of cash. She remembered going to the local teller and being recognized. The girl had taken her back and she had faced the funeral with a stoic face. The last city on the Asian subcontinent had fallen and it had taken her family with it. Afterwards, with the abruptness of a storm, she announced her intentions of traveling to New Hope to help rebuild. The last battle with the androids had been fought there and strong hands were needed. That had been her excuse. A flimsy one. Everyone knew that. They all knew she was running. Yet, they hadn't stopped her. Now, here she was, with her family's combined fortune at her fingertips, walking in the rain because she was too cheap to get a taxi. The suitcase rolled behind her, packed with clothes, books and a few posters and pictures. However, none of them were of her family. Her friends had taken her shopping and taken tons of pictures before she had left. They had known.they always knew. She'd told them.so long ago it seemed. It had been a child's game to find playmates. However, now it was more akin to a curse. Her family's voices rang in her head again and as she came under a cliff face, she collapsed in a coughing fit. She laid down her head on the suitcase and let loose the tears that had buried themselves in her eyes since the funeral. The world turned and spun and suddenly she wondered what the point was of going on. She heard them again, asking where they were and how they had come to be dead. They begged her to talk to them, answer them but she knew she couldn't. Shouldn't. Because they had to realize one very important fact. That they were dead, no matter what she did, no matter that they could walk in front of her and she could see them. That they were gone from this world even though.even though she was cursed enough to see them still. Ghosts..spirits.. Restless even after months of affirmation of the their nonexistence. With the buildings they had been in at their death in shambles or rubble, they haunted her. And the worst part was, she wanted to join them. Peace.she hadn't felt that for so long. Just let go. Her mind whispered. Her tired, broken, nearly gone mind. The only reason she still breathed was to spite it. To spite her horrible thoughts and feelings. And.because there was simply no way that the others would let her do it. As long as she lived, they could pretend to live. They could pretend.and she fell deeper into an abyss created by nothing.