Broken Life
By: Lonesome_Pan-Chan
Chapter 5 = Terror
Last Time
-Slow steady footsteps could be heard walking step by step, up the stairs.
Quietly slowly the footsteps walked down the hall, towards its victims room, who at the moment was in a deep unsteady sleep, unknowing, unafraid. The footsteps soon stopped in front of its victims door, and reached for the knob. Turning slowly, not wanting to make any sound, the door made a small quick sound signaling the door wasn't attached to the door frame anymore. Throwing the door open suddenly making a crashing noise. Waking its once sleeping victim, and both beings in the moon light. Pan Son watched her father at the foot of her bed pointing his 22-millimeter gun at her, and as she screamed she heard the weapon fire.-
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I screamed. Shooting up my bed in a sitting position, my eyes wide and full of terror looking around my small bedroom. I looked to the door and found it open wide. I reached for my long knife under my pillow, and pulled it out quickly and stood up from my bed. I walked slowly towards the door, knowing I had locked the door before I had went to sleep.
I felt terror, as I thought of the possibilities of who it could be. When I reached my door a current of freezing cold wind wind passed me. I didn't pay a lot of attention to the cold as I did to my surroundings. Looking around the hallway I heard a weird noise. It was coming from my parents' old bedroom which I had locked a long time ago.
The door was wide open as well, and seemed to have a freezing cold wing coming out of it. I slowly walked on the side of the wall making sure that if they were in there they wouldn't be able to see me, yet. I took a peek as soon as I arrived close enough to the door and found the room, as it was when my parents lived here. Looking a little further in I saw papers flying around, and clothes being pulled by the wind from their hangers.
I slowly stepped in front of the whole door frame, and for the first time in a long time stepped into my parent's room. I shivered in disgust as I remember some disgusting things in the room when I was younger, that I never which to talk about with anyone. Looking around for the cause of the commotion I found one of the room's window was broken by a branch just outside the window.
I sighed in relief and got out of the room heading downstairs to get a trash bag, so I could stop the wind from coming in the house. I walked quickly trying to warm up my legs, and try to calm my nerves, which have been in high levels.
It took me a while to find the bags and type, but I found them finally, and headed back upstairs. Reentering my parents old bedroom, I headed straight for the window not looking at other things. Which I knew wouldn't bring nice memories. I stepped on something in the foot of the window that seemed familiar when I bent down to examine my injure foot, and saw it.
It was a small black purse, with pink lines, and a cute pink flame. I remembered it from somewhere in my past but didn't remember where. Then I remembered my foot. How could a purse sharp enough to scratch my foot. That's when I saw something small pocking out of the purse. Picking up the purse I looked inside, and found to my surprise and pink knife I clearly remember.
It was what my mother used for protection, and self cutting. Yeah my mom was that messed up from the head. She was a cutter. She has always been, and I bet if she is alive now she still would be. Now I remember the purse. She had always carried it around anywhere she went. My mother was a fanatic of the color pink, which may be the reason of why I hate it.
Trowing the bag to the side away from myself, I forcefully grabbed a black bag and the tape. Taping it up quickly, having a lot of trouble because of the fast wind still trying to enter the house. I finally managed to tape it up without it falling again, and was about to walk out the shameful room, when I caught a glimpse of something shiny on the furniture. Cursing my curiosity I walked over to it looking down, at what had caught my eye.
It was a locket I have never seen in my life, I was sure of it because my parents never wore jewelry. Reaching for it I unknowingly, I picked it up slowly as if afraid of something. Cleaning it with my sleeve, I found my name imprinted on the locket clearly, and in bold letters. Wondering who could have given it to me, I opened it and found something weird, two pictures in which I'm in, with people I don't even remember. On the left was a picture of myself when I was young, and of another boy, with the same jet black hair. But his was spiky, and everywhere. I must have been around 2 or 3, the boy around 6 or 7.
The picture on the right had myself next to the same boy, but behind us where other people I didn't recognize either. Their was a real tall man with the same smile as myself, next to him was a shorter woman that seemed to be angry. Then their was my mother and father smiling like idiots, seeming to be watching me with actual... loving eyes. My eyes went back to myself. I was wearing the locket then. On both pictures I was wearing the locket, and I seemed happy. What had happened?
Realizing a long sigh, I locked the locket, and looked behind it finding some inscriptions imprinted on it.
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To Panny,
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine,
When your not happy,
The skies are gray,
You'll never know Pan,
How much I love you,
I'll love you more and more everyday.
We will miss you when you leave, please never forget us. We will always be here in England for you. I hope you come back to us some day.
Love; Goten
*****
Feeling my eyes burning, and something wet falling from my them, I subconsciously remembered the rest of the song, and sang. Feeling a hole in my heart open wider.
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I found another part of my life that day. I actually had people in the same family that knew me and cared for me, in one time of my life. I had though my parents didn't have any brothers or sisters, because no one ever visited or called. Also I had thought before I had come to the conclusion that I didn't have any aunts or uncles, that if I did have aunt and uncles they hated my parents and everything they had.
I had also found something else that night in that room. I found that my grandparents, and Goten had sent many more letters to me, and my parents when we lived somewhere else. I had wondered why my parents never gave me the letters, and if they weren't thinking of giving them to me, why did they keep them. It turned out Goten is my uncle, and my grandparents were Goku and Chichi. They were all in my father's side of the family.
The letters sent greetings for me, also explained that they sent money for me, and my education. I had read many letters from Goten, saying he missed me a lot and hope I will come back soon. In the letter Goten sent to my father he kept repeating that their father was sorry, and that it was alright to go back. I didn't know what had happened between my father and grandfather, but whatever the reason was it the cause of why my father left, taking me with him.
I had sat for hours reading all the letters, and digesting all the information. That I finally came to a decision. I was going to write to my grandparents, and explain some of the things that have happened. They needed to know what has happened to my father and mother after we left England. I just hoped they still live in the same address on the envelopes.
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My letters went something like this:
Dearest Goku, Chichi, and Goten,
I am Pan Son. Daughter of Gohan Son, and Videl Son. I didn't know of your existence until about a few days ago, and decided to write and upgrade all of you, my remaining family of what has occurred after my parents left England. I only hope this letter doesn't get lost or thought of a joke. I assure you it isn't.
After leaving England, I do not know what exactly happened to my parents, but they changed from the beautiful picture I found of them, locked away in a locket I found with my name inscribed on it. The most I know is that they changed and not for the better. My father started drinking, and did many things in which I do not want to talk about. He is in prison for attempted murder. If your wondering he almost killed me from a stab wound, to the stomach. My mother helped in the assault and is in hiding from the police. They never found her. This happened 4 years ago, and I haven't seen either of my parents since.
My parents had other children other than myself once they left England. Five others to be exact. We all suffered under their guardians, and for this reason myself and all my sibling developed a hate passion for them. I apologize for being blunt with all this information, but that is how I turned out to become. I said why I wrote and I hope you will forgive me for being painfully truthful in this letter. If you do not believe my words then check the prison in where my father is locked away you will surly find him in the listings. Please write soon.
I am sorry...Pan Son your granddaughter and niece.
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Finishing the letter I enclosed it in an envelope, and headed out of my home to send it. Paying a small fee for the stamp, I placed it in the mailing box.
After leaving the Post Office, I headed towards Beverly Hills to my job. Did I mention I was a waitress in an expensive restaurant? Yeap I do. The only bad thing about working there are big shots always go in there, thinking their all that and a bag of chips, and asking me out. I would usually just walk away from them all and hope I don't get fired.
My boss likes me 'a lot' and wouldn't fire me, but if tries something with me 'I will quit'. Their was one guy I remember was a real looker, but had the suckiest attitude I have ever seen! His name is Ubbu and he was a very very intriguing and persistent person. But as I said his attitude sucked.
I had been doing my normal shift in the afternoon, taking orders from the cook to serve the customer, when the door were both pulled open by two big men, in black suit. The first thing I taught was 'Men In Black', but when I saw the attractive guy entering behind them, I knew the two men where his bodyguards. Some of my woman companions gasped as they laid eyes on him, and started giggling and talking in hushed existed whispers, including me forcefully in their little huddle.
"Oh My God girls do you know who he is!?! He is Ubbu that new young actor, singer, and model!" one of the girls said dreamily. She then looked at me and said with sparkling eyes, "Pan can I please take his order? He is sitting in your assigned table...please...please...pleaseeee?" she said giving me a puppy look.
"Yeah yeah whatever, take it if you want," I said not caring at all for the guy. Yeah he was attractive but for some reason I wasn't feeling anything there. No I'm not a lesbian, I am attracted to guys, but just certain type of guys.
"Ohhh, thank you Pan, thank you!" she said to me walking towards the table where the guy Ubbu was waiting. I grabbed the order of food from the cook, and headed for another table near the Ubbu's guy.
"Here you go miss, will that be all for right now?" I asked sweetly giving the woman a smile, because it was required. The woman smiled back and nodded a 'yes.'
As I looked away from her and around the room to see if one of my tables had a new customer to serve. My eyes came in connection with Ubbu's who had been watching me. I averted my eyes quickly making him wonder if I saw him, and walked to one of my table's that needed to be assisted.
I heard him stand from his seat and walk towards me. I just kept on walking to the awaiting customers, not looking back at him. I felt everyone's eyes on me then. Most of them were glaring women, watching the movie star walk up to an attractive woman like myself... Yeh right.
I finally arrived at the table smiling at the group of men kindly and asking them for their order. They smirked at me arrogantly and in deep voices said what they wanted, including myself naked wearing only cream. I just rolled my eyes, that line was so old I was getting irritated.
"I'm sorry gentlemen, but I am not included in the menu and am not for sell, but the rest of the things you ordered are, so let me just get those for you," I said smiling charmingly at them and turning around away from them. Once I turned I regretted it. I found myself face to face with Ubbu, and the guy at the corner of the table I had just been with dared reach out and pinch my ass.
Jumping a little, I scowled and turned around swiftly surprising the men. Everyone in the restaurant watched in slow motion as I punched the man who harassed me, making him fall to the floor. I heard women cheer and men cat call, then I heard Ubbu chuckle.
"That was a good punch for a woman, I like it when my women are strong like you are Pan," he said to me as I tried to walk pass him.
"Who told you my name is Pan, and who ever said I was yours?" I asked my eyes watching him suspiciously.
"The waitress that served my table told me, when I asked her, and no one did I just usually get what I want" he said simply. I was angry by then.
"Maybe you can have anything, but you can't have me. So just leave me alone pretty boy," I said insulting him.
"I'm not a pretty boy, and why can't I have you?" he asked angrily.
"Because I don't want you," I said simply walking pass him and meeting with a very angry boss. Who I could tell was a little jealous as well.
What happened after that was typical. My boss didn't fire me, and the men were lucky I didn't press charges, because I didn't feel like getting involve with anything to do with the courts. And Ubbu kept going to the restaurant more often than I liked. Always asking me out in his arrogant ways.
A few weeks later when I was at home I had been checking through my mail, and I found a letter in the pile of bills, that was addressed to me, and was sent from England!! They had wrote back, they actually still live in the place I had sent the letter to.
I opened the letter quickly, and with trembling finger unfolded it. Reading slowly what it said and digesting the information it gave me, making my eyes widen like sausages, when I was done reading.
They said...
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Author Notes:
So what you think? Review fast cause I'm anxious to know hat yah think...Next chappie is gonna be about....
Chapter 5 = Terror
Last Time
-Slow steady footsteps could be heard walking step by step, up the stairs.
Quietly slowly the footsteps walked down the hall, towards its victims room, who at the moment was in a deep unsteady sleep, unknowing, unafraid. The footsteps soon stopped in front of its victims door, and reached for the knob. Turning slowly, not wanting to make any sound, the door made a small quick sound signaling the door wasn't attached to the door frame anymore. Throwing the door open suddenly making a crashing noise. Waking its once sleeping victim, and both beings in the moon light. Pan Son watched her father at the foot of her bed pointing his 22-millimeter gun at her, and as she screamed she heard the weapon fire.-
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I screamed. Shooting up my bed in a sitting position, my eyes wide and full of terror looking around my small bedroom. I looked to the door and found it open wide. I reached for my long knife under my pillow, and pulled it out quickly and stood up from my bed. I walked slowly towards the door, knowing I had locked the door before I had went to sleep.
I felt terror, as I thought of the possibilities of who it could be. When I reached my door a current of freezing cold wind wind passed me. I didn't pay a lot of attention to the cold as I did to my surroundings. Looking around the hallway I heard a weird noise. It was coming from my parents' old bedroom which I had locked a long time ago.
The door was wide open as well, and seemed to have a freezing cold wing coming out of it. I slowly walked on the side of the wall making sure that if they were in there they wouldn't be able to see me, yet. I took a peek as soon as I arrived close enough to the door and found the room, as it was when my parents lived here. Looking a little further in I saw papers flying around, and clothes being pulled by the wind from their hangers.
I slowly stepped in front of the whole door frame, and for the first time in a long time stepped into my parent's room. I shivered in disgust as I remember some disgusting things in the room when I was younger, that I never which to talk about with anyone. Looking around for the cause of the commotion I found one of the room's window was broken by a branch just outside the window.
I sighed in relief and got out of the room heading downstairs to get a trash bag, so I could stop the wind from coming in the house. I walked quickly trying to warm up my legs, and try to calm my nerves, which have been in high levels.
It took me a while to find the bags and type, but I found them finally, and headed back upstairs. Reentering my parents old bedroom, I headed straight for the window not looking at other things. Which I knew wouldn't bring nice memories. I stepped on something in the foot of the window that seemed familiar when I bent down to examine my injure foot, and saw it.
It was a small black purse, with pink lines, and a cute pink flame. I remembered it from somewhere in my past but didn't remember where. Then I remembered my foot. How could a purse sharp enough to scratch my foot. That's when I saw something small pocking out of the purse. Picking up the purse I looked inside, and found to my surprise and pink knife I clearly remember.
It was what my mother used for protection, and self cutting. Yeah my mom was that messed up from the head. She was a cutter. She has always been, and I bet if she is alive now she still would be. Now I remember the purse. She had always carried it around anywhere she went. My mother was a fanatic of the color pink, which may be the reason of why I hate it.
Trowing the bag to the side away from myself, I forcefully grabbed a black bag and the tape. Taping it up quickly, having a lot of trouble because of the fast wind still trying to enter the house. I finally managed to tape it up without it falling again, and was about to walk out the shameful room, when I caught a glimpse of something shiny on the furniture. Cursing my curiosity I walked over to it looking down, at what had caught my eye.
It was a locket I have never seen in my life, I was sure of it because my parents never wore jewelry. Reaching for it I unknowingly, I picked it up slowly as if afraid of something. Cleaning it with my sleeve, I found my name imprinted on the locket clearly, and in bold letters. Wondering who could have given it to me, I opened it and found something weird, two pictures in which I'm in, with people I don't even remember. On the left was a picture of myself when I was young, and of another boy, with the same jet black hair. But his was spiky, and everywhere. I must have been around 2 or 3, the boy around 6 or 7.
The picture on the right had myself next to the same boy, but behind us where other people I didn't recognize either. Their was a real tall man with the same smile as myself, next to him was a shorter woman that seemed to be angry. Then their was my mother and father smiling like idiots, seeming to be watching me with actual... loving eyes. My eyes went back to myself. I was wearing the locket then. On both pictures I was wearing the locket, and I seemed happy. What had happened?
Realizing a long sigh, I locked the locket, and looked behind it finding some inscriptions imprinted on it.
*****
To Panny,
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine,
When your not happy,
The skies are gray,
You'll never know Pan,
How much I love you,
I'll love you more and more everyday.
We will miss you when you leave, please never forget us. We will always be here in England for you. I hope you come back to us some day.
Love; Goten
*****
Feeling my eyes burning, and something wet falling from my them, I subconsciously remembered the rest of the song, and sang. Feeling a hole in my heart open wider.
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I found another part of my life that day. I actually had people in the same family that knew me and cared for me, in one time of my life. I had though my parents didn't have any brothers or sisters, because no one ever visited or called. Also I had thought before I had come to the conclusion that I didn't have any aunts or uncles, that if I did have aunt and uncles they hated my parents and everything they had.
I had also found something else that night in that room. I found that my grandparents, and Goten had sent many more letters to me, and my parents when we lived somewhere else. I had wondered why my parents never gave me the letters, and if they weren't thinking of giving them to me, why did they keep them. It turned out Goten is my uncle, and my grandparents were Goku and Chichi. They were all in my father's side of the family.
The letters sent greetings for me, also explained that they sent money for me, and my education. I had read many letters from Goten, saying he missed me a lot and hope I will come back soon. In the letter Goten sent to my father he kept repeating that their father was sorry, and that it was alright to go back. I didn't know what had happened between my father and grandfather, but whatever the reason was it the cause of why my father left, taking me with him.
I had sat for hours reading all the letters, and digesting all the information. That I finally came to a decision. I was going to write to my grandparents, and explain some of the things that have happened. They needed to know what has happened to my father and mother after we left England. I just hoped they still live in the same address on the envelopes.
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My letters went something like this:
Dearest Goku, Chichi, and Goten,
I am Pan Son. Daughter of Gohan Son, and Videl Son. I didn't know of your existence until about a few days ago, and decided to write and upgrade all of you, my remaining family of what has occurred after my parents left England. I only hope this letter doesn't get lost or thought of a joke. I assure you it isn't.
After leaving England, I do not know what exactly happened to my parents, but they changed from the beautiful picture I found of them, locked away in a locket I found with my name inscribed on it. The most I know is that they changed and not for the better. My father started drinking, and did many things in which I do not want to talk about. He is in prison for attempted murder. If your wondering he almost killed me from a stab wound, to the stomach. My mother helped in the assault and is in hiding from the police. They never found her. This happened 4 years ago, and I haven't seen either of my parents since.
My parents had other children other than myself once they left England. Five others to be exact. We all suffered under their guardians, and for this reason myself and all my sibling developed a hate passion for them. I apologize for being blunt with all this information, but that is how I turned out to become. I said why I wrote and I hope you will forgive me for being painfully truthful in this letter. If you do not believe my words then check the prison in where my father is locked away you will surly find him in the listings. Please write soon.
I am sorry...Pan Son your granddaughter and niece.
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Finishing the letter I enclosed it in an envelope, and headed out of my home to send it. Paying a small fee for the stamp, I placed it in the mailing box.
After leaving the Post Office, I headed towards Beverly Hills to my job. Did I mention I was a waitress in an expensive restaurant? Yeap I do. The only bad thing about working there are big shots always go in there, thinking their all that and a bag of chips, and asking me out. I would usually just walk away from them all and hope I don't get fired.
My boss likes me 'a lot' and wouldn't fire me, but if tries something with me 'I will quit'. Their was one guy I remember was a real looker, but had the suckiest attitude I have ever seen! His name is Ubbu and he was a very very intriguing and persistent person. But as I said his attitude sucked.
I had been doing my normal shift in the afternoon, taking orders from the cook to serve the customer, when the door were both pulled open by two big men, in black suit. The first thing I taught was 'Men In Black', but when I saw the attractive guy entering behind them, I knew the two men where his bodyguards. Some of my woman companions gasped as they laid eyes on him, and started giggling and talking in hushed existed whispers, including me forcefully in their little huddle.
"Oh My God girls do you know who he is!?! He is Ubbu that new young actor, singer, and model!" one of the girls said dreamily. She then looked at me and said with sparkling eyes, "Pan can I please take his order? He is sitting in your assigned table...please...please...pleaseeee?" she said giving me a puppy look.
"Yeah yeah whatever, take it if you want," I said not caring at all for the guy. Yeah he was attractive but for some reason I wasn't feeling anything there. No I'm not a lesbian, I am attracted to guys, but just certain type of guys.
"Ohhh, thank you Pan, thank you!" she said to me walking towards the table where the guy Ubbu was waiting. I grabbed the order of food from the cook, and headed for another table near the Ubbu's guy.
"Here you go miss, will that be all for right now?" I asked sweetly giving the woman a smile, because it was required. The woman smiled back and nodded a 'yes.'
As I looked away from her and around the room to see if one of my tables had a new customer to serve. My eyes came in connection with Ubbu's who had been watching me. I averted my eyes quickly making him wonder if I saw him, and walked to one of my table's that needed to be assisted.
I heard him stand from his seat and walk towards me. I just kept on walking to the awaiting customers, not looking back at him. I felt everyone's eyes on me then. Most of them were glaring women, watching the movie star walk up to an attractive woman like myself... Yeh right.
I finally arrived at the table smiling at the group of men kindly and asking them for their order. They smirked at me arrogantly and in deep voices said what they wanted, including myself naked wearing only cream. I just rolled my eyes, that line was so old I was getting irritated.
"I'm sorry gentlemen, but I am not included in the menu and am not for sell, but the rest of the things you ordered are, so let me just get those for you," I said smiling charmingly at them and turning around away from them. Once I turned I regretted it. I found myself face to face with Ubbu, and the guy at the corner of the table I had just been with dared reach out and pinch my ass.
Jumping a little, I scowled and turned around swiftly surprising the men. Everyone in the restaurant watched in slow motion as I punched the man who harassed me, making him fall to the floor. I heard women cheer and men cat call, then I heard Ubbu chuckle.
"That was a good punch for a woman, I like it when my women are strong like you are Pan," he said to me as I tried to walk pass him.
"Who told you my name is Pan, and who ever said I was yours?" I asked my eyes watching him suspiciously.
"The waitress that served my table told me, when I asked her, and no one did I just usually get what I want" he said simply. I was angry by then.
"Maybe you can have anything, but you can't have me. So just leave me alone pretty boy," I said insulting him.
"I'm not a pretty boy, and why can't I have you?" he asked angrily.
"Because I don't want you," I said simply walking pass him and meeting with a very angry boss. Who I could tell was a little jealous as well.
What happened after that was typical. My boss didn't fire me, and the men were lucky I didn't press charges, because I didn't feel like getting involve with anything to do with the courts. And Ubbu kept going to the restaurant more often than I liked. Always asking me out in his arrogant ways.
A few weeks later when I was at home I had been checking through my mail, and I found a letter in the pile of bills, that was addressed to me, and was sent from England!! They had wrote back, they actually still live in the place I had sent the letter to.
I opened the letter quickly, and with trembling finger unfolded it. Reading slowly what it said and digesting the information it gave me, making my eyes widen like sausages, when I was done reading.
They said...
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Author Notes:
So what you think? Review fast cause I'm anxious to know hat yah think...Next chappie is gonna be about....