Closer to Heaven

By: Princess Ashley

Disclaimer:(I hate these. They get me so depressed.): I don't own Sailor Moon or Dragon Ball Z, I'm simply borrowing them and will give them back as soon as the story is over. No profits are being made off this story, though I am doing it for a friend and NO she is not paying me. And I don't own 28 days, either.

Warnings: AU (alternate universe) Drug abuse, Heavy swearing (Hi Kids!), Implied Sex, and Disturbing comments. NO SLASH OR FEMSLASH. OOC.

Parings: Usagi/Heero, Vegita/Bulma, and others

:Chapter 2: My little niche of oblivion

Makoto dragged Usagi down for lunch. Usagi was royally pissed off that they didn't serve any caffeine drinks, not even in the coffee, no cigarettes, no painkillers, no nothing. Usagi ended up having decaf coffee, a bowl of steamed broccoli, a small bowl of hot liquid soup with nothing in it but a few spinach leaves and melted chicken broth, a big bowl of chicken fried rice, and a plate of sushi.

Makoto led Usagi to the table at the far end of the cafeteria, where the rest of the group was seated. Usagi had decided to stick with a group where she knew at least one person.

"Hey, ya'll. This is Usagi, Usagi this is everyone." Makoto said as she took a seat, and Usagi took the seat beside her, filling the table, no seats to spare.

"Sup!" A man with spiky black hair, large brown eyes, and a boyishly cute face winked at her. He had some big muscles, and a black tank that showed them off really well, and some yellow drawstring cargo pants. "I'm Goku." She tried to smile back, but she was far too uncomfortable with all these sober freaks.

"Hn." The other man, a little shorter than the other one, said. He also had black spiky standing on end (it had to be jelled),a deadly scowl on his face, and coal black eyes. He too had a vivid physique, though he wore a white shirt, and blue jean pants on.

"That's Vegita , I'm Krillin ." This man was shorter than the other two, Usagi could tell even though he was sitting down. He was bald with three spots in a triangle on his head (?). He had on a white button up shirt, and black sweat pants. He held out a hand, and Usagi shook it. "You get used to Vegita after a while. He doesn't really like woman all that much, except for Bulma. She's his girlfriend, and basically the only girl who can put up with him." He smiled, and Vegita 'huffed'. Usagi nodded, trying to smile, though she was thoroughly freaked out. Then it hit her.

"The receptionist? That's his girlfriend?" Vegita face took flame at her revelation. Everyone else laughed.

Goku nodded. "Yeah, you could say it was 'fight at first sight. Then Bulma actually got up the nerve to ask him on a date. Don't tell anyone though. She'd lose her job."

Krillin gestured to another man with spiky black hair (are they all related?) with a scar across his cheek. "That's Yamcha, the flirt. One in every group, really." Krillin said.

Yamcha nodded at her, "Hey sweet thing!"

She gave him a quick smile, then adverted her eyes when she saw the way he was looking at her.

She caught another scene across the room, seeing Sally register another woman in; one who was looking rather pissed off at having to carry her own bags.

"Booze." One girl said, drinking some of her chocolate milk.

"Yeah, Booze." Goku said, giving her a quick look over. "Wrinkles on her face, she probably started early, 14? Perhaps a little younger."

"Nah, coke. And under aged sex, by the clothes she's wearing." Makoto put in.

She was wearing a 'very' short dress; you could see her butt poking out from under it past her thong. 'Ew!' Usagi thought.

"I'm Minako." The girl said, who had spoken first about the new woman, taking another drink of her chocolate milk. In fact, she had almost 6 full sized cartons of it on her tray. She had long blond hair like Usagi's, only a little shorter. She had on a yellow T-shirt and a red flowery sundress over it. "Love chocolate. Heroin addict." She held her hand across the table to shake Usagi's, and Usagi reluctantly complied.

"I'm Rei." Another girl spoke. She had long raven hair, sparkling red eyes, and strong shoulders. Usagi could tell from over her tube top, and red leather pants. She smiled at her, and Usagi smiled back.

"I'm Ami." A shy, blue haired girl said. Usagi smiled kindly at her. She had a sweet voice. She had on a black toboggan, a light blue jean jacket over a gray shirt, and black, gothic looking pants on.

Usagi nodded, annoyed at all of them. They seemed nice enough, but she was really not happy about having to spend the next of two months with a bunch of sober idiots, and if they thought she was going to chant like that, they had another thing coming. 'Damn Mamoru, Damn that judge, and Damn these people who think I'm going to become some chanting sober freak.' She gave a forced smile and left the table, taking her tray and pushing it down the garbage can, and then went back to her room.

Usagi felt wasted the next day, even though she hadn't touched a pill, cigarette, or beer bottle since she got here, which was only about a day, she felt as if she was going to keel over from being so numb.

She had woken up at the toilet, finding herself spilling out her lunch into the toilet, since she hadn't come back down from dinner that night, and even so, she hadn't attended the meeting, in which she learned from Makoto that Goku had practically broken down in front of all of them after Minako had told her story about why she decided to come here, another one of them who had come to rehab on her own accord. 'Idiots.' Vegita had practically gotten sick from hearing Goku blubber about how sad he felt about Minako's suffering. Usagi had laughed about that.

Usagi came down the stairs. She had on a black shirt, and bright yellow pull string pants. (I love those types of pants, they're so comfy!)

"Yo! Usagi T.!" Usagi turned to see Ami taking something down on a clipboard, and a glass jar under his arm. "You didn't make your bed this morning, your clothes were all over the place, I'm giving you an F for room inspection. Pay up." He held out the jar that was already filled with quarters and dollars.

"Tell you what," Usagi pulled a five-dollar bill out of her pocket. "Here's five bucks, I don't plan on cleaning all week." She walked off, missing the pissed look on Ami's face, and the skeptical look on Goku's, who was currently moping up the floor. 'There goes my reputation at this place.'

Later that day was when the relatives and friends of the patients at the rehab got to see them. And Usagi waited for her current boyfriend Terick to get there. He had promised to bring her some pills to numb the headaches and stop her hands from shaking. She knew that wasn't normal, so she had written to him to bring her some pills from the doctor.

She sat on the wooden bench next to Rei, who was talking to an old man in a temple's garments. He had brought her some thin, light cigarettes, the kind that were allowed, and some soap. (?)

"What do you have to do to get a drink around here?"

Usagi smiled and turned around. Tall, dark, and handsome Terick was walking up to her, drawing a lot of attention to himself with all his yelling.

"Ahhhhh!" She cried in joy, jumping on him, and they both fell over, hugging and kissing on each other. He slipped the pills into her pocket as he pulled her closer to himself, and she could taste the beer on his lips, and she hung on, desperate for some of the sweet and burning liquor.

"C'mon, I'm gonna get you out of here." He whispered into her ear. She giggled frantically as they both sat up and he guided her towards the parking lot.

"We're not supposed to leave." She laughed, clinging to him as if he were her only support.

"C'mon, let's go." He slipped her into his black convertible, and she laid low in the car so no one would see her leaving, and Terick ran to the other side, slipping in, starting the car, and then screeching out of the rehab parking lot towards the city.

Usagi had a really bad headache. She went to the bathroom, turning the shower on, turning it all the way up, letting its loudness crowd the blurry memories in her head. She sat down next to it, turning the sink on, slowly sinking down to the floor, covering her head, fighting the thoughts that were slowly coming back to focus.

Flashback

Her mother was a black haired beauty, tall, gorgeous, the best complexion anyone had ever seen, and one that surpassed the supermodels. Usagi had inherited her mother's body and face, and outward appearance, except the hair; she had her father's golden hair. Her mother divorced her father only a few weeks after Usagi was born, and Ikuko kept Usagi full time, never letting her father, Kenji, near her.

When Usagi was little, her mother would come home, bringing several men with her, and sometimes on a bad day, only one. But men surrounded her. Usagi didn't know who these men were, all she knew were loud sounds coming from her mother's bedroom. She always thought it sounded like her mother was in pain. But Ikuko had always locked Usagi's door to keep her from coming out and seeing what was going on. Until one day, when she was hiding behind the couch, her mother brought a man in the house, and he pushed her down on the couch, and started to tear at her mother's clothes. Usagi didn't know what was happening. The man was naked, and her mother was naked, and Usagi soon realized that her mother was actually enjoying being taken advantage of.

Since Usagi was only so young, she thought it was okay. But she never missed it when she and her mother would walk out of the apartment complex; the people living downstairs and in the apartments across from them would show disgusted looks at her mother, and only sympathetic and concerned looks at herself. Usagi never knew why they looked at her like that.

End Flashback

Usagi cried, her knees pulled her chest, her head falling on her knees, arms around herself, trying to block out the images of her mother pleasuring herself with these random men. She knew now what her mother was doing, why those people pitied her, why her mother would moan every time a man was with her that way. She couldn't help but be disgusted with herself for turning out almost just like her mother. She had tried to change, but the countless bars and the countless bottles of booze and wine made her numb, and how unconscious she was when it came to that kind of thing.

She knew she drunk a lot, but she also had a bad habit of denying the fact that she couldn't control herself with it. She knew she burst into parties, humiliated her friends, lost countless friends because she was so drunk she insulted them, and drove them away. And she hated herself for it.

Flashback

It was her boyfriend Terick that had taken her to a party in an underground bar in Tokyo. He had bought her almost a dozen drinks. "See how those people at rehab take this!" He laughed manically, completely drunk.

Tons of her 'drinking buddies' were there. They gave her a good welcome, and before anyone knew it, the 'old' Usagi was back, dancing up on the table, letting the men on the ground pull at her skirt and tights. Terick pushed them out of the way, and started dancing with her, pulling off his shirt and pulling Usagi closer by her hips. She laughed, taking a shot of her booze, and swaying dangerously, landing on a bunch of hands that started feeling her up, but she was too numb to notice.

End Flashback

"So what, I'm outta here?" Usagi asked, bobbing her leg over the side of the chair, red in the face, and biting her nails incoherently. It was the next day, and already the head of the center, Dr. Corneil had summoned to his office, hearing from a reliable source that she had left the facility.

"Well, I have to call for a transfer slip and a location to send you to…" Corneil said, looking through the drawers in his desk, taking out a list of phone numbers.

"Well I already know where I wanna go, there's this place in the city…" Usagi started, looking eager to get near the city.

"You're not going to another treatment facility." He said, distractedly, picking out a particular card and picking up the telephone.

"Do I get to go home?" She asked again.

"No. You're sentence was two months in rehab, or jail."

"Well, you don't honestly think I belong in jail, do you?" Usagi laughed, trying to get Corneil to show some compassion. Corneil only gave her a doubtful look. "Look, I'm not going. I don't belong in jail." Usagi scoffed. "I don't even belong in here. Look, I know I drink a lot, I try to stop but I can't! I have a decent house, a living, I make my own money. There's nothing wrong with me!"

"Hello, Dr. Corneil for Mr. Garrison, please." He said into the phone.

"Hey! I could stop if I wanted. I could!"

"Yeah, I'll hold."

"I can!" Usagi yelled angrily. "You know, fuck this! You don't know a thing about me, you know that? Nothing! Just leave me alone! I ain't goin to no jail!" Usagi stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Usagi burst into her room, going to her bed, and taking the tissue box and started pulling out all the tissues, desperately trying to get to the bottom.

She pulled the pills from the box and scrappily opened it, popping one into her mouth. A second later she spit it out, wincing from the taste, putting it back into the tube. 'Damn, what a shitty life.' She threw the pills angrily out the window.

Downstairs, she could hear the ceremony start; Corneil was speaking to the patients about when he was just like them.

(AN: Okay, from this point till when I say so, '' means the head of the rehab center is speaking. It's heard in the background. And also, this is one of the parts I took directly from the movie. But I've got a disclaimer, so I'm covered. )

'I'm Dr. Corneil, and I am a drunk, smoking addict, gambler/liar. I know for all the people who are new here, this is not your year. I know that you are here, either because of yourself, or what someone else got you to do, or whatever. We are here to help you, not to break or hurt you. What you learn here is something that can help you, and hopefully will follow you throughout the rest of your life.'

Usagi looked out of the window, down at the pills that were spilled down on the ground, under a giant tree that reached up to her window.

'I told everyone that, 'if it would make you happy, I will quit drinking'. And that day I told myself that, tonight, I will not get wasted. And then something would happen, or nothing would happen. And then I'd get that feeling.'

Usagi opened the window, started to get desperate for relief of her distress. She climbed out to the sill, and went to hold onto the drainpipe that was just outside her window. She put her foot on the bar that held the pipe to the wall, and she pulled herself completely onto it, and took one foot off to reach the next one. And she pulled a muscle realizing that she couldn't reach the next one.

'You all know what that feeling is. Now I'll bet if anyone knew what it was like being sober, how it felt, they would never dream of asking you to be like that. They would say, 'sure, smoke that mound of cocaine, have a drink, have 20 drinks. Whatever makes you feel like a normal human being'. And that's what I did, I drank and I snorted, I drank and I snorted, and drank and snorted.'

Usagi turned to the tree. She put both hands on the branch, and started to climb down it, until her hands started to shake again, and she couldn't move for fear that she would fall.

"You know you're screwed." A voice said. She turned towards the window she had come out from, and she saw herself sitting there, looking at her with mocking eyes as if to say 'I told you so.' Her image changed until she saw Mamoru sitting at the window. "Go on, honey, have that cocaine, go have that drink, whatever makes you feel better. It may kill you, but at least you feel better, right?" He said, and Usagi decided that she didn't like the Mamoru that was looking at her presently. Then the image changed again, Terick was there. "C'mon honey, I'll take you away from all these sober freaks." Then it changed again, Corneil was there. "Your sentence was two months in rehab, or jail. What do you choose? Can you really control your cravings?"

Usagi felt her hands aching to let go, the pain was killing her. "Oh god." And she let go.

She landing 30 feet below her window, on her foot, she felt the bone break. She felt onto her side, seeing the pills not even five feet from her. She sighed, brokenly.

'And one day I woke up and I didn't know where I was. I was on the sidewalk, I couldn't tell you what city I was in. I looked down and there was blood on my shirt. And as I tried to get up, I heard a voice in my head. And it said, 'Man, this is not a way to live.'

Usagi cried silently, before falling into blackness as she felt someone lifting her, carrying her in their arms.

'This is a way to die.'

Sally was at the desk in the lobby, listening silently to the speech in the auditorium next to it. The door opened, she looked up to see a silhouette of a muscular man with another figure in it's arms. "Can I help you sir?"

The figure came into the light and Sally smiled as she recognized on of her favorite patients. "Trunks Briefs, checkin' in." He said, still carrying the girl.

"You can't bring a girl into the treatment facility, mister." She said disappointedly.

Trunks looked down at the girl, marveling her beauty for a minute then turning back to the woman to treated him like a son. "I wasn't planning on keeping her." He said with a smirk. Sally gave him the 'well, I never' look as he took the blonde beauty up the stairs and searched for someone who knew where her room was.

TBC