OK I was feeling kinda suicidal at the time I wrote this so yea
By the way I DO NOT own any Dragon Ball Z characters
Saline tears dripped down her paper-white cheeks, just like the rain as it dropped down the window, streaking its grimy glass with water. In the dimly lit room, she looked into the dust streaked mirror, at her own reflection, a dirty face streaked with rainwater and tears. Her black clothing was saturated, and her hair hanged in lank dreads down her face. Memories flashed in front of her heavily made up eyes, making them seem grey.
It had been cloudy earlier. A blue sky with greying clouds, exactly how her thoughts were, was overhead. She had meant to be meeting with one of her best friends, for lunch and then op shopping. She had looked at her watch, and then started tapping her foot impatiently. They were half an hour late. But she continued to wait, that is, until they came...
They had driven right up to the tower, their model girlfriends in the backseat. She looked away and pretended not to notice them there. When they all stepped out of the car, and pinned her against the tower wall, she stopped pretending.
"Hey gorgeous, what are you doin' waiting here all by your little lonesome self?" the driver had asked her. His friends and girlfriend started to laugh.
"I'm, I'm waiting for a friend," she had answered meekly, slowly pulling a white mask of shyness over her face.
"Well, it looks like your friend hasn't turned up, huh? And I wonder why," one of the girls had remarked nastily.
"Why would anyone want to hang with you. I mean, look at you! Grimy dreads, op shop clothing, and to top it all off, blood red lipstick. Sorry to tell you, sweetheart, but I don't actually see how you have any friends at the rate you're going! Why don't you get outta this town you call home, and go live in the gutter!"
"Yeah, get outta here loser!" her boyfriend added. Then, laughing, they jumped back into the car, and drove off into the street, narrowly missing the curb.
She had stood there for a few more minutes, as the sky became more clouded to the steady beat of her thoughts. As it started to spit with fresh rain, she started to run, heading towards the abandoned house on the hill. She had kept on running, through the puddles of mud and fresh water. She had slipped once, and down she went into a puddle of fresh mud and cut her cheek on a piece of hidden wire. She got up again and started running again, a mixture of mud and blood trickling off her face by a mixture of water: saline and rain. The only grime left was from the dirt and dust mixture cattle trucks had raised while she ran past. She wrenched open the door to the fallen down house, and slammed it shut with all her strength and stormed up the stairs.
And then she stood in front of the mirror, silently cursing her appearance. She ripped off her white mask of shyness, and replaced it with a blood red mask of hate. A half mask this time, with rubies lining the eyeholes.
"Why must I keep wearing these infernal masks?" she wonders aloud. She is still staring in the mirror. She scrutinizes her face, looking at every so-called imperfection. The tears start to flow again, more freely this time, making the rubies glitter like stars. She looks at her clenched fist, covered in a black glove. She is tired of reminding herself of the monster she is. Smash. Thunder booms as she throws open the window, and jumps down into the dark night.
