Kami, why? I never meant... Oh, how I never meant for this.
Every time I look in the mirror now, every time I see my reflection, how I want to puke. It makes me sick to my stomach to see the monster in me that's escaped. This monster that I've made myself into.
What I've become due to what I believed to have been in the name of love. Love. Now that's an interesting word. It means something different to everybody. You can walk up to a bum on the street and ask him what it is, and he may reply by saying that's it's a warm feeling you get when you know you belong. You can walk up to a high-class aristocrat, and they may say it's meeting someone that can give you anything and everything you've ever dreamed of.
Or you could ask the CEO of a technology based company, and he may have once responded to you by saying that it's not important, something you can do without so long as you have control, you have your pride, and you have something to work for. So long as you have something to prove.
Then again, he may respond by saying it's something that makes you go crazy, it's something that messes with your mind. Twists it until you're not sure what's right and what's wrong. Until you'll do anything for that one person, even if it utterly means destroying them.
My name is Trunks Briefs, and this is my story. My story of how I was loved, and brushed it aside. And how I tried to get everything back in the end, once it was too late.
It's all too late now.
A/N: Just the prelude to the story, to see if I have any interested readers yet. Will contain Resident Evil related themes, so as a disclaimer, I do not own the rights to anything RE. Nor do I own DBZ, I gave up trying on that years ago. XP
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