Title: Falling

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Diamond: I just changed my e-mail address so I can't reply to your reviews at the moment but that's a small price to pay. At least I got this posted.

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(Goten's POV) (Diamond: It is most of the time.)

I can't exactly remember where I got the idea. I mean even the thought of blood bothered me. But when I cut myself yesterday at the park I thought of that show I saw with my mom. It was a show about this guy who murdered a bunch of people but got killed in the end. Thing is, he seemed to have a lot of fun when he stabbed people. I wonder if cutting feels good.

I don't know, but I would have to try it sometime.

Okay, things went sort of like this. One minute I'm brushing my teeth, but I realize the cherry flavored toothpaste had some sugar in it. So I'm trying to get it out of my mouth, and the next thing I know I'm hurling whatever was in me into the toilet. Oh I hope dad doesn't wake up.

"Goten, are you okay?"

Crap. I'm not having much luck lately. Oh wait, yes I am, It's just bad luck! It won't get any better when mom gets home either.

"Goten what happened? Are you sick?"

He's freaking out at this point. He put me back in his bed, took my temperature, gave me an icepack for my head, and took my temperature again! I enjoy the attention but this is too much!

"Dad, I'm alright chill out! It's not like I'm dieing."

He just shakes his head and looks at me solemnly.

"Goten, you do realize how terrible you look right now don't you?"

"What? I look fine, even better than I did before."

He put the thermometer away and ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"No, you don't look fine. Believe it or not you look worse then you did before you went to the doctor. I'm gonna call him and make another appointment."

"No! I don't want to go back. They don't know what they're talking about anyway."

"Ten-chan", the nickname he gave me, "They do know, and they know something's wrong with you. So just trust them."

I just leaned back in the mountain of pillows behind me and pouted, and even though this wasn't a funny situation dad couldn't help but laugh at my expression.

"What?" I don't know what was so funny.

He managed to stop his chuckling to respond.

"Nothing. You just looked funny right then."

Humph! Well if looked funny then that means he did to! After all everyone says were pretty much identical. I just stuck my nose in the air and shut my eyes. I probably looked like a spoiled rich kid who was denied a new toy. And then my stomach growled. Dad stooped his laughter and looked at me.

"Are you hungry?"

Say no! Say no!

"Yes, a little."

What? Darn you stomach!

His face seemed to brighten more.

"That's good, what would you like?"

"I'll just have some orange juice, I'm more thirsty then hungry."

His expression faded. "Alright. Tell me when you want something to eat. I'll go get that juice."

Ahh! Whoever invented the phone should be burned and eaten alive by birds!

The doctor I went to see called us back and said he wanted to do a follow-up on me to see if I gained any weight. Why couldn't they stop bugging me!

Dad said it was fine and I'm going tomorrow morning. Oh joy…

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Diamond: Don't hurt me because it's short. I was in a rush!