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Chapter 3: I Thought They Were Happy Scars

"Ms. Son, I understand that you don't want to be here, but if you want to get over this drug addition and your depression, I'd really like to talk to you about it." The counselor, Mrs. Davis sighed, pushing up her glasses.

"You're right, I don't want to be here. It's a waste of my time because I'm not addicted to shit." Pan retorted her bored gaze fixated on the women.

"We've been here for almost an hour and a half; are you going to answer any of my questions?" She asked, irritation lining her voice.

"Not if they're stupid…no." Pan sighed, rising her eyebrow, the corner of her mouth quirking up, "Are you getting mad, Ms. Davis?"

The woman was quiet for a minute, as she sat back in her chair and studied the younger girl, with patience. They locked eyes, and Pan couldn't help from letting her eyebrows nit together. She was looking at her as if she was trying to find something out in her appearance. Pan didn't like it, she felt as if the older women was prying into her soul with her eyes and reading her like a book. The way she was staring at her was making her uneasy. Before Pan could open her mouth to say something, Ms. Davis stood from her seat, pulled off her suit jacket and hung it on the back of her chair.

Pan watched, noting that the woman wasn't that old. Matter of fact, she looked only about 26 years old. She hiked her eyebrow and watched as she took the bun out of her hair and took of her glasses. She was wrong; she looked 24 now. When she had her hair up and her glasses on, she looked like an old bitch and only intimidated Pan.

"You play cards, Pan?" She asked, her accent thick with that young edge as she addressed Pan by her first name.

Pan smirked, "Hell yea. You play for dat cash?"

"Mmhm…but I must warn you...aint no one been able to beat me yet, so you got ya work cut out for you." She said, opening the cabinet behind her and pulling out a deck of red poker cards.

"How old are you, Ms. Davis?" Pan asked, emphasizing her name as she sat back in her expensive rolling chair.

"I'm 26. I just started my job this year so I'm the youngest in here."

"How the hell someone like you get a job like this?"

"Hard work and determination. If you can believe it, I was just like you when I was about your age. Drinkin', using drugs, partyin'…" The counselor said as she dealed the cards and set her share down so she could pull out her money.

"So what made you stop?" Pan asked, reaching into the collar of her shirt and pulled out a wad of money.

"That drug money?" She asked calmly, seating a 5-dollar bill in the middle of their playing area.

"Yea." Was the quiet answer as Pan arranged her cards and topped her 5 with 6.

"So you're parents didn't take the money, or they didn't know about it?"

"Neither. I wouldn't let them take it." Pan shrugged, watching her put more money up, "So do you have a name or do I have to continue being proper?"

"You're right. From now on, when you walk in here to talk to me…I'm Nadia. Aight?"

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Both girls sat back in the chair, pocketing the cash they had won. Pan's eyes were hazy and you could tell that she was really getting into this, this talking to someone thing. They had been at it for about 2 hours, they're card game stimulating the situation. Pan had poured almost everything out to Nadia and felt the weight of her worries lifted off her shoulders. There was just one thing she hadn't told her about.

"I tried committing suicide." The statement was bland and by the tone of her voice, it seemed she didn't even care that she had almost taken her own life.

Nadia's pen was in hand as she wrote the statement on the yellow pad of writing paper, "When? And why?"

"Bout three months after I started using drugs. I was high offa E pill and I was alone at the house. I think it was about February of this year." Pan's gaze shifted out the window and sighed when she met nothing but sky and more sky.

"I was upset." She continued, her eyes squinting as she thought back, "guess I hadn't gotten over Grandpa Goku's death and I was still mad at Trunks for leaving me."

"So your Grandpa, you were close to him. But, tell me more about Mr. Briefs. Why were you mad that he left you?" Nadia's professional voice was coming out again, but it went unnoticed to the dark haired demi.

"Because just like my grandpa, Trunks was my stability. He was what kept me sane, even after Grandpa was gone. And I've always been in love with him. When he left…" She trailed off shrugging her shoulders.

"You felt betrayed, huh?" Nadia said knowingly, tilting her head to the side, "He was one of your reasons for the habits?"

"Yea." Pan's eyes closed, "And when I read about him getting engaged in one of my best friend's magazine, it made it even worse."

"So…can you tell me more about what happened. What were you initially thinking when you were going to—"

"Slit my wrist." Pan cut in, "I don't remember much, but I do remember sliding the blade across my wrist. It didn't hurt and I don't think I cut it deep enough, but as soon as I did it…I knew I shouldn't have."

"I think I panicked a bit." She shook her head slightly, "But I got up and cleaned and bandaged them. For about a month I wore long sleeves. I was afraid of myself; I stopped smoking and drinking and partying for all that time. But as soon as I healed.."

"It was back to the same thing." Nadia nodded, smiling faintly, "Pan, you remind me so much of myself girl."

"Well, you aint that bad…and the next time I come in here, I'm going to kick your ass in poker. I let you have that last hand." Pan laughed, glancing at the clock on her desk.

"Looks like we out of time." Nadia said, standing up and extending her hand, "It was nice getting to know you Pan. I want you right back in my office next Monday."

Pan rolled her eyes, her lips pursed up in the smirk she always wore as she took her hand, "You're lucky we're cool now, cause I would've been like, fuck you."

The two laughed, shook hands and soon parted ways. Pan couldn't believe she had told that women so much about herself in one day, but she guessed that once it got rolling, it wasn't much. It was not like she could tell her parents any of what they talked about. That was the good part about it. She could pour everything out, tell the counselor anything, but she had to keep it all confidential. Pan's hand found its way to her vibrating pocket and pulled out her small flip phone. She checked the number and smiled when she read the name. Boxer Boy.

"Hey, underwear man." She teased, pushing the door to the building open and walking out into the sun.

"Hello Pan-chan." He cooed, smirking when he heard her growl, "You're finished huh?"

"Yea, where are you parked?" She asked, stopping at the edge of the sidewalk, looking around the huge parking lot.

"You'll have to find me."

She stepped off the curb and he imagined her rolling her eyes at him, "I don't feel like looking for you. Just tell me where you are."

"Aw, you're no fun." He whined, watching her walk past his car with a smile.

"Truuunks. Come on, where are you?" She huffed, not noticing he was now following rather close behind her.

He grabbed her around her waist, causing her to jump and nearly throw her cell phone into his face, "If you'd pay attention, you would have noticed you walked past my car a minute ago."

She shivered as she felt his breath on her cheek, and flipped her phone closed. Tilting her head back to look at him, he chuckled, spinning her around. She growled playfully and poked him in the chest with the antenna on her phone.

"Ow." He chuckled, rubbing the spot, his other hand trapping her against his body, "What was that for?"

"For scaring me like that, Mr. Sneak up on people." She huffed, pouting, "It wasn't very nice you know."

"Aw, I won't do it again." He smirked kissing her on the nose, "Now come on."

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"You feeling better Panny?" Bulma asked a few weeks later at the annual summer picnic.

"I'm fine Bulma. I don't see why you all were trippin' so hard in the first place." She shook her head, pilling potato salad onto her plate.

Pan was checking in with her counselor every couple of weeks. She had started talking to her parents a bit and she was even attending school regularly again. Not to mention she was at the top of her class and now had a job as Trunks new secretary. She was happy. Her life was finally back on track and drugs weren't her main priority anymore. And the best thing about everything was…

"Mm…that looks good." Trunks smiled, poking his fork into her potato salad once she sat down next to him under the large oak tree, "I think I'll have some of yours!"

"Trunks!" She wailed, trying to stop his fork from taking her food, to no avail, "I can't believe you just took some of my food!"

He grinned childishly, "But yours is much better cause it's yours."

"Fine then I'll take some of your macaroni!" She pouted, sticking her own fork into his plate.

"You two are weird." Bra announced after watching them for a minute.

"Hey, I'm not weird!" Trunks whined, looking over at his younger sister.

"You're acting like a 3 year old. I don't see why mom gave you Capsule Corp." She huffed, biting into her Bar B Q chicken.

Pan couldn't help but smile, as she looked around at all her friends. Marron and Uubu were happily snuggled up in the grass, eating off the same plate. Bra's legs were draped over Goten's lap as she fought back and forth with her brother. It was like old times. She never realized it before, but she had really missed hanging out with them. It was a wonder why she used to be so bored and she didn't know why. She thought it was just a mood swing when really it was because she blocked everyone out. It was just…She blinked, as her wondering gaze stopped over a late arriver. He was tall, he had short, spiky brown hair and he wore a pair of familiar mirror tinted shades.

"Who.." She asked herself, before her eye start to widen.

She was sheeting by the time Trunks had stopped bickering with his sister long enough to look at her. He started in wondering, ready to ask her what was wrong, when she suddenly sat her plate next to her in the grass and stood up. No one knew who he was but Trunks, but he couldn't see what she was so mad about because she was walking in the directly in the direction were he stop. Anyway, he could tell she was mad at something, so he too stood up and followed after her.

"Mike…?" She spoke, her fist clenching tightly, causing her nails dug into her palms.

"Mike..!!" She yelled, this time louder as her eyes went dark, and all attention was brought from the picnic table to her.

"Hey! Panny! Long time babe!" He grinned, as her approached the table.

"Mike!" She couldn't hold it in anymore, so she marched up in front of him and giving him a hard harsh slap to the face.

Everyone watched in surprise, all watching the grim girl and the hurt boy. She had literally slapped the taste and all the senses out of his mouth. Tears of hatred for the man glazed her gaze and she wanted so much to scream in pure rage but she held fast. She had never felt so disgusted in her entire life. Videl stood from the bench, shock lining her features as she walked up next to her mate.

"How dare you! I can't believe you even had the audacity to even show your face to me Mike.." She muttered angrily, her head shaking at a pace as she glared at him.

"Mike?" Trunks asked, now standing beside Pan, his penetrating stare locked on the man in front of him, "That's him Pan?"

"Yes…" She sighed, cutting her gaze at him, "Mike is my ex…and the one who raped me."

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A/N: Dun Dun Duuuuun!! OmG! What a cliffy! What the heck is going to happen you say? I don't exactly wish to tell you right now! You should wait for the next chapter! Tee Hee! I know you can't wait, so I'm going to try and update soon. Well, go and review the story and please tell me what you think. I know you all are waiting for the chapters to my other stories. I might have to start writing them over! . Aw well you never know..

Ja'Ne

-Panny