Disclaimer: I do not own DB-ZorGT, and I do not own Lifehouse's song,
Simon.
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The street lights had gone out, and it was a very quiet night, except that of the thunder. The rain clattered against the empty streets. No life was detected on this very cold night. Everyone was away. Away in their own dreams, consumed by their happy slumber. Away from it all.
One girl walked through the harsh storm. She squinted her eyes, in an attempt not to let the rain faze them. She was walking to no where. She had no where to go. No where to sleep, or share the warmth and happiness of a shelter with a family. She was alone.
Her tears mixed with the freezing rain. The droplets of water tingled against her skin, sending shivers up her spine. Pan Son was not one to cry, but when you have no one to care for you, or to lean on, your world would seem as if it were upside down.
Her hands shook, and under her light clothes, which consisted of torn baggy pants, and a tee shirt, she received goose bumps. Her teeth chattered along, as she continued on her sad and lonely journey.
~*~
Trunks stood in the same spot. Voices were running through his head. This girl Pan. She was different. One moment she acted childish, and the next, she seemed distant, and hurt. So...broken hearted.
The lavender haired man shook his head. He walked to the kitchen. His legs slowly guided him to the window. It was still storming. In fact, it was picking up. The winds grew harsh, and lightning was flickering in various places.
Trunks sighed and went to his closet. He grabbed his coat and headed out of the front door, locking it behind him.
~*~
Something grabbed her shoulder. Pan gasped. 'Just the wind.' She thought. Pan drifted across the sidewalk. Her brain was spaced out, and she seemed like she was zoning. Her black eyes matched the midnight sky, but were completed blank.
She sailed along, endlessly wondering where this aimless walking would lead to. She mumbled cold words under her breath that she didn't even know she was saying. It was like she was not on Earth, but somewhere else.
~*~
Trunks shivered, and pulled his coat, tighter around him. How did Pan make it through this weather? It had to have been less than thirty degrees. The rain that was falling was in its way, turning to sleet. The streets glossed over.
Trunks thought of how slick they looked. Ice. It was all ice. Pan was sure to catch a cold. There was no way not to. While walking, his brain was also dead, and he wasn't watching where he was going. Before Trunks knew it, he ran dead strait into a pole.
"Agh..." Trunks made an irritated noise and rubbed his nose. He didn't bother to get up for awhile, until he felt his bottom go numb. He stood up, first noting his wet butt, and walked along, trying to search for the long lost girl.
He wobbled, and swayed. The cold had made his nose turn red, and his cheeks felt like needles were running through them. No sleep for him tonight. Trunks was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to plop down on his bed. Why was he going out in this weather to find some girl he didn't even know? "Must be on SOMETHING." Thought Trunks.
Trunks turned a corner, and stopped when he reached the entrance of an old alley. He picked up a not so pleasant stench, and decided to check it out.
~*~
Pan curled up in a small ball. Her tears came out freely now, for no one was even there to see her. She shook like a small dog, lost with no home. This was pretty much what she was, except for the whole dog part.
Soon, hours passed, and Pan had cried herself to sleep. Her tears strained cheeks were red, her eyes also rimmed. Her small body was huddled in a round shape, up against an old back wall.
~*~
Trunks approached slowly through the back way, and looked around. His feet seemed to glide easily around. There was no ice here, just a lot of things on the ground, which Trunks finally noticed when he was on the cold floor.
He looked around and saw an old box. He mumbled curses under his breath as he staggered up.
At the back wall, Trunks noticed a shadow, huddles in a corner. He approached it cautiously. 'Where have I done this before? Wait a minute..." Trunks thought, knowing what, or who it was.
Without any hesitation, Trunks walked up to the wall, and saw Pan. She looked painless, and care free in her dream-filled sleep. Trunks smiled and picked her up. Maybe she was the kind of person that was very lenitive, and kind. Trunks needed a friend.
~*~
::Catch your breath. Hit the wall. Scream out loud, as you start to crawl.
Back in your cage, the only place, where they will, leave you alone.
'Cause the weak will seek the weaker until they've broken them.
Could you get it back again? Would it be the same?
Fulfillment to their lack of strength at your expense, left you with no defense.
They tore it down.
And I have felt the same as you, I've felt the same as you, I've felt the same.
Locked inside the only place, where you feel sheltered, where you feel safe.
You lost yourself, in your search to find, something else to hide behind.
The fearful always preyed upon your confidence.
Did they see the consequence, when they pushed you around?
The arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones.
Breaking them 'till they've become, just another crown.
Refuse to feel, anything at all. Refuse to slip, Refuse to fall.
Can't be weak, can't stand still.
You watch your back, 'cause no one will.
You don't know why they had to go this far.
Traded your worth for these scars, for your only company.
Don't believe the lies that they told to you, not one word was true
You're alright, you're alright, you're alright::
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There is chapter three for you. Please review. I love hearing your comments, so much. They really help me to move on to the next chapter. Thanks for the previous ones, also! They are absolutely great. Thank you again, and until next time, see ya!
~t/ptears
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The street lights had gone out, and it was a very quiet night, except that of the thunder. The rain clattered against the empty streets. No life was detected on this very cold night. Everyone was away. Away in their own dreams, consumed by their happy slumber. Away from it all.
One girl walked through the harsh storm. She squinted her eyes, in an attempt not to let the rain faze them. She was walking to no where. She had no where to go. No where to sleep, or share the warmth and happiness of a shelter with a family. She was alone.
Her tears mixed with the freezing rain. The droplets of water tingled against her skin, sending shivers up her spine. Pan Son was not one to cry, but when you have no one to care for you, or to lean on, your world would seem as if it were upside down.
Her hands shook, and under her light clothes, which consisted of torn baggy pants, and a tee shirt, she received goose bumps. Her teeth chattered along, as she continued on her sad and lonely journey.
~*~
Trunks stood in the same spot. Voices were running through his head. This girl Pan. She was different. One moment she acted childish, and the next, she seemed distant, and hurt. So...broken hearted.
The lavender haired man shook his head. He walked to the kitchen. His legs slowly guided him to the window. It was still storming. In fact, it was picking up. The winds grew harsh, and lightning was flickering in various places.
Trunks sighed and went to his closet. He grabbed his coat and headed out of the front door, locking it behind him.
~*~
Something grabbed her shoulder. Pan gasped. 'Just the wind.' She thought. Pan drifted across the sidewalk. Her brain was spaced out, and she seemed like she was zoning. Her black eyes matched the midnight sky, but were completed blank.
She sailed along, endlessly wondering where this aimless walking would lead to. She mumbled cold words under her breath that she didn't even know she was saying. It was like she was not on Earth, but somewhere else.
~*~
Trunks shivered, and pulled his coat, tighter around him. How did Pan make it through this weather? It had to have been less than thirty degrees. The rain that was falling was in its way, turning to sleet. The streets glossed over.
Trunks thought of how slick they looked. Ice. It was all ice. Pan was sure to catch a cold. There was no way not to. While walking, his brain was also dead, and he wasn't watching where he was going. Before Trunks knew it, he ran dead strait into a pole.
"Agh..." Trunks made an irritated noise and rubbed his nose. He didn't bother to get up for awhile, until he felt his bottom go numb. He stood up, first noting his wet butt, and walked along, trying to search for the long lost girl.
He wobbled, and swayed. The cold had made his nose turn red, and his cheeks felt like needles were running through them. No sleep for him tonight. Trunks was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to plop down on his bed. Why was he going out in this weather to find some girl he didn't even know? "Must be on SOMETHING." Thought Trunks.
Trunks turned a corner, and stopped when he reached the entrance of an old alley. He picked up a not so pleasant stench, and decided to check it out.
~*~
Pan curled up in a small ball. Her tears came out freely now, for no one was even there to see her. She shook like a small dog, lost with no home. This was pretty much what she was, except for the whole dog part.
Soon, hours passed, and Pan had cried herself to sleep. Her tears strained cheeks were red, her eyes also rimmed. Her small body was huddled in a round shape, up against an old back wall.
~*~
Trunks approached slowly through the back way, and looked around. His feet seemed to glide easily around. There was no ice here, just a lot of things on the ground, which Trunks finally noticed when he was on the cold floor.
He looked around and saw an old box. He mumbled curses under his breath as he staggered up.
At the back wall, Trunks noticed a shadow, huddles in a corner. He approached it cautiously. 'Where have I done this before? Wait a minute..." Trunks thought, knowing what, or who it was.
Without any hesitation, Trunks walked up to the wall, and saw Pan. She looked painless, and care free in her dream-filled sleep. Trunks smiled and picked her up. Maybe she was the kind of person that was very lenitive, and kind. Trunks needed a friend.
~*~
::Catch your breath. Hit the wall. Scream out loud, as you start to crawl.
Back in your cage, the only place, where they will, leave you alone.
'Cause the weak will seek the weaker until they've broken them.
Could you get it back again? Would it be the same?
Fulfillment to their lack of strength at your expense, left you with no defense.
They tore it down.
And I have felt the same as you, I've felt the same as you, I've felt the same.
Locked inside the only place, where you feel sheltered, where you feel safe.
You lost yourself, in your search to find, something else to hide behind.
The fearful always preyed upon your confidence.
Did they see the consequence, when they pushed you around?
The arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones.
Breaking them 'till they've become, just another crown.
Refuse to feel, anything at all. Refuse to slip, Refuse to fall.
Can't be weak, can't stand still.
You watch your back, 'cause no one will.
You don't know why they had to go this far.
Traded your worth for these scars, for your only company.
Don't believe the lies that they told to you, not one word was true
You're alright, you're alright, you're alright::
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
There is chapter three for you. Please review. I love hearing your comments, so much. They really help me to move on to the next chapter. Thanks for the previous ones, also! They are absolutely great. Thank you again, and until next time, see ya!
~t/ptears