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Warning: This story is angst.. I wouldn't read it if you can't handle it.. Hmn.. Just because I write like this doesn't mean I'm crazy.. XP Okay, that's all.
DBZ Fanfiction
Oooh.. by the way..
.. Means Bra's conscience is talking.. Think.. split personality..
//...// Means Bra is thinking.. ((There's a difference between conscience, and her thoughts.. as you'll see..))
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.. So don't sue me, kays?
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Chapter two:
The feeling was cold, and empty. Not a feeling Bra wanted to deal with it. She snapped open her eyes and sat straight up. Carefully scanning her room, her eyes narrowed on her Mom.
Bulma had fallen asleep on the edge of her daughter's bed. Her beautiful blue hair lay strewn all around her, and she wore a complacent smile.
For a moment, Bra wondered what had brought the smile to the older woman's face. Was she dreaming about her youth? About her family?
Bra paused and stared at her Mother softly. A single tear made its way down her cheek.
//I never have dreams that make me smile..//
A sinister laughing brought Bra back to reality. The young woman's eyes slammed closed..
//No.. No.. Not again.. Please. //
You don't trust her.. Mused a dismal voice from behind her.
She opened her eyes, turned her head around quickly. Frowning when she saw nothing.
//Why was it so real? It can't be real.. It can't hurt me.. Please say it can't hurt me..//
"Go away.." She pleaded softly, her wide blue eyes slowly filling with tears.
Why? You're right not to trust her.. Her conscience sneered in an arrogant tone.
"I do trust her.. She's my Mother." Bra whispered quietly, she climbed down from the bed careful not to wake her Mother up.
Do you really Bra-chan?
"Of course I do.." Bra said slowly, exited her room and walking into the hallway.
Family pictures lined the corridor, all smiling pictures of her parents and brother.
//None of me.. //
That's because you never smile. The voice stated coldly.
"Because you won't go away.." Bra quickly bit down on her lip, and drew blood. Taking a small breath, she furrowed her eyebrows.
You know why they're smiling.. Don't you?
Bra thought about this for a moment, before slowly replying, "Because.. They're happy.."
The young woman brought her hands across her chest to keep herself warm, and continued to walk down the hallway. She stopped at a picture of Bulma, and frowned. Her mother was so happy, smiling and laughing all the time.
//Why aren't I like that? //
You don't want to be like that..
"Yes I do" Bra sighed sadly, and studied her Mom's face. The picture was probably taken when she was young, probably about seventeen or eighteen.
You know why she's smiling.. Don't you, Bra-chan?
The beautiful teenager's chest tightened, and she forced herself to take a painful breath. "N-no.." Bra stuttered, she knew what was coming next.
//Why me? Why can't you just go away? //
Because she wants to hurt you Bra-chan.. The voice mocked loudly, laughing at it's own sadistic ways.
"That's not true!" Bra stated loudly, she brought her hands up to her head and covered her ears.
You know it is.
"No.." Bra whimpered, still not uncovering her ears. She walked down the hallway, keeping her head down low.
That's all they want.. Everyone.
Bra didn't reply, she didn't even so much as breathe. She just continued to walk towards the kitchen.
Come on Bra-chan. I wouldn't lie to you.. Her conscience nagged.
Bra started shaking, slowly at first. She walked into the kitchen, finally reaching her destination.. Scanning the counters, she
noticed a set of steak knives.
The voice commanded her coldly.. You can stop them.. You know you can. They won't be able to hurt you anymore..
"Stop it! STOP!" Bra screamed, her voice so hoarse that it barely came out as a whisper.
Bra-chan.. I'm just trying to help you out.. You need to stop them. Now. They've been planning to kill you, I've seen
them.
Bra walked over to the counter, and leaned next to the block of wood holding the knives. Her eyes were filled with tears, and a sense of hopelessness washed through them.
//That's not true.. Mommy would never hurt me.. Trunks would never hurt me, and neither would Daddy. They love me. They do.. They tell me all the time. //
And yet they walk around with devious smiles plastered on their faces.. When you can't smile at all.. It isn't fair, is it Bra-chan?
Bra glanced down at her hands, "No.."
You want to stop it.. Don't you? You don't want them to hurt you.. Do you?
"I.." Bra cried.
Don't you?! The voice screamed loudly, causing Bra to wince.
"I don't know.." Bra responded, biting down on her lip.
Yes you do..
//Maybe.. Just a little.. It isn't fair.. //
Good. Then stop it. Right now.
"I.. I can't" Bra whined, bringing herself to tears.
Yes you can. Take the knife, and go to your room. Go see your Mother.
This brought her to a sobbing, crying mess. "But… I can't hurt Mommy"
Of course you can. Grab the knife. Instructed her conscience, in a sinister voice.
"N-no.. I don't want to.."
Do you want me to leave you alone? The voice offered, chuckling to itself quietly..
Bra thought about this for a moment, then replied.. "Yes.. Of course I do."
I can't leave you alone until your safe.
"But.." Bra said slowly..
//Mommy can't really want me dead.. She can't..//
That's why I'm here Bra-chan.. I'm trying to protect you. Bra's conscience was very good at lying..
"Liar! I can take care of myself!" Bra screamed.. Her face was flushed, and she brought her hands up to her hair and started pulling it.
A vile laughter filled Bra's ears. You did an awful job of it.. By yourself.. Didn't you?
"…." Silence.. For the first time, Bra didn't have a reply. Instead she stood there, staring at the steak knifes, with tears streaming down her face.
Good. Now take the knife. You can end this.. Right now. Her conscience coaxed slyly..
"I love Mommy.." Bra sniffled, closing her blue eyes shut.
But she doesn't love you. She wants you dead.
Bra with barely any resistance left, muttered quickly, "That can't be true.."
This can end.. Bra-chan. Make the people who want to hurt you go away. You'll be safe then..
Bra sobbed quietly, "….Do you promise you'll go away?"
Of course.. I don't lie, do I Bra-chan?
Bra once again had no response.
Good.. Now take the knife in your hand..
Reaching out shakily, Bra pulled the steak knife out of the block of wood.
Good.. Bra-chan.. Good.. Now take it to your Mommy.. The voice instructed coldly.
The young woman clenched the steak knife in her hand, and walked back to her room.. "Do you promise you'll go away?" Bra whispered, as she entered her room.
I promise.
She walked up to her bed, and saw her sleeping Mother. Bulma looked beautiful, and she still wore that content smile on her face.
The voice commanded heatedly, Stab her Bra-chan.. If you do, you'll end this.
Bra looked at the steak knife for a long moment and with tears still flowing down her face, she raised it.
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AN.. I know.. I'm evil.. Gomen, Gomen Gomen.. But I had to end it there.. XP I'm sorry.. ^^; Well.. Review it.. And tell me if you think I should continue.. Okays? Thanks.. ^^