Hi everybody...I just want to make one thing clear right at the beginning...I haven't stolen this story from noangel...I'm former noangel, known now as searchingstar...I was reading trough my old account lately and found this peace of gold, never finished...and so I thought that's what I'll do now...writing an excellent story to the prologue of "Runaway"....so, read, enjoy...and tell me what you think!
Love, honey
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DBZ nor Linkin Park belongs to me...unfortunately
.flashback
"Mum!Mum,we were only talking!"-"Talking,he? How stupid to you think I am?" With that,another vase crushed against the wall."Mum!Stop!Please!"the young woman shrieked as she ducked another vase flying in her direction."I don't tolerate such behavior!Do you understand me?"In horror the girl watched the fist coming down her face.Crying out,she fell to the floor.Smirking,the older woman looked down at the crying girl"I'll give you one last chance!Otherwise you'll be sent to your father...and you know what awaits you there..."
Another minute passed and the women went out of the room,leaving a crushed girl behind.
I cannot take this anymore Saying everything I've said before All these words,they make no sense I've found bliss in ignorance Less I hear the less you say You'll find that out anyway Just like before Everything you say to me Take's me one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break I need a little room to pray 'Cause I'm one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break
After an hour or so,the girl stood up and went to her room,which was at the first floor of the big mansion.Closing the door behind her carefully as to not wake up anyone,she stepped inside.To any visitor,her room seemed like any other room belonging to a rich 16 year old. It was big,very big with white curtains keeping curious eyes from peeking into it.In the middle of the room there was a very big bed.On each side of the room there were boxes,containing tons of expensive clothes.But for Bulma,it was so much more...it was the only place she could hide from her depressive and violent mother... The room also contained a seperate bathroom,in which the girl went now.Looking in the mirrow, she winced. Her reflection showed a beautiful young woman-with a big ugly bruise beneath her left eye.And for what?They had only talked...nothing more had happened...
"Bulma?Bulma Briefs?"-"Depends on who you are!"Taking a closer look at the boy next to her,her eyes widened in recognition."David?OMG!How are you?It seems like ages since we last met!I nearly haven't recognized you!"Then she hugged him.And her mother choosed exactly that moment to turn up ...
Punching her fist against the wall,she began to cry once more.
I've found the answers aren't so clear Wish I could find a way to disappear All these thoughts they make no sense I've found liss in ignorance Nothing seems to go away Over and over again Just like before Everything you say to me Take's me one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break I need a little room to pray 'Cause I'm one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break
So,what do you think?Good?Bad?Bearable?You can tell me,you know...all yo have to do is review...