Cry Me A River
Sleep (My Chemical Romance)
NICO
Tremors. No, not tremors, terrors. Terrors I experience every night. It's usually the same recurring dream, sometimes a different one. Always horrible, always violent. Certainly puts a downer on my day, or, night.
Dad punches me in the face and blood explodes out of my nose. I fall. I attempt to stand, but dad slaps me and judo kicks my chest, in a drunken stupor.
"Take that, bitch-monkey!"
He's convinced himself he's a pro wrestler, and he's got to try some "moves" on me. 3 failed piledrivers later, he resorts to his finisher. The usual belt-whipping combo. Great. More scars to accompany the still prominently showing scars that are already there.
Slash! I scream.
Slash! I scream louder.
Slash! This time, I grind my teeth and fight my mind. It's telling me to scream.
"No!" I tell it back.
Slash
Blood pouring down my back. I'm a crumpled, bloody heap on the floor. Dad stomped me on the back. I couldn't stop myself from gasping when I get a painful feeling, like when you spend hours in a heavily chlorine pool, then try and take a deep breath. He kicked me in the temple when I again attempted to get onto my hands and knees. I roll over, barely conscious. He's about to strike a final, blow when-
I woke up, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Its 5:45 AM.
I got up and walked to the bathroom, turning on the faucet. Splashing water in my face, I ponder the newest installment in the horribly torturing dreams of Nico Kashamoto. I was what? 10 when I received that beating? Yeh. I'd been late for dinner for that one, or something. I don't even remember.
Damn.
I decided to take a shower in the crappy motel bathroom. The shower is like 3 x 3 and there's virtually no space to move your arms. The cold water splashed down on my head, waking me up. I got out at like 7:20 and realized I was freaking starving. I didn't want to wake up Maggie so I quietly grabbed my skateboard and headed out the door, making a mental note to bring her back pancakes. My skateboard has a dark blue deck with a black star in the center and the flipside is also blue, though a slightly lighter color. My buddy Kenshin had it made for me (his dad owned a skate shop)
At some cheap place called The Jasmin Cafe, I ordered some pancakes to go and a black coffee. I also bought a hot chocolate for Maggie. As I skated back to the motel I noticed a fly on the wall.
WMAT
NOVEMBER 30TH!
CAN YOU DEFEAT LAST YEARS CHAMPION, SON GOKU?
Under this it showed a picture of Goku in a bright orange Gi, a giant smile on his face. He stood in the WMAT arena.
Of course. All of my friends are fucking famous. Except me. Fucking figures. I hadn't seen Bulma or Goku since sometime in august when we'd seen a movie, and now it was September 5th, the 1st day of school.
So I got back to the motel and woke Maggie. She threw on some clothes and grabbed a pancake greedily. We skated to school. Well, I skated, and she biked. My bike chain decided to break and I didn't really want to fix it, to be honest, I liked skating. I was OK at it, and it was fun. I dropped Maggie off at red sun elementary, and headed to the infamous "orange star high school" its reputation was sweet and sour. It was in the inner ring so most rich kids went to it, and most of the teachers were really good. Of course this didn't change the fact that sluts, druggies, dumbasses and bullies alike populated it.
You get a lot of annoying ass crap when you skate down the hallway. Jocks stare at in there letterman jackets, preps and overachievers scowl at you, and the kids who seemed more like my kind of people-the slackers, grin at you and pat you on the back as you cruise by. If you've ever been to any half decent school, they all, unfortunately, have alphabetically ordered seating. I was in the middle row of 10A, front seat. Growl. I just sat there and did nothing for a bit, making no attempt to socialize. . If you don't have anything good to say
Don't say anything at all I can be a pretty talkative person, but only if someone else starts the Conversation. A few kids tried to start a conversation with me. First up was this chubby short kid with greasy hair and a lot of acne. He dressed kind of nerdy, I guessed he didn't have many friends. He tried to talk to me. I shot him a glare that said I have no interest in talking to you. Now go away before I hang you up on the door by your underwear
It certainly worked well.
A few minutes later, batter number two came up to the plate. Some prep, trying to tell me off for skating in school. I grunted in reply.
Batter number 3? Bulma, who walked in after I dismissed that preppy kid. She was dressed in a green tank top and white jeans, and sandals.
"Sup blue?" I asked.
"Same old, same old. Ugh, retarded alphabetical ordering right?"
"yeh, you know me. I'd never sit in the front by choice."
" 'course not"
"So, whose in our home room anyway?"
"Me, you, and krillen. Oh and Chi Chi. There friends of mine. Of course, not as beautiful and smart as me, but still pretty cool to hang out with."
"Totally, Bulma. You just soooooooo modest." I said with obvious sarcasm.
(A/N if Krillen and chi chi have last names that are given in DBZ, or DB please tell me? I want to make there characters as similar to the anime as possible.)
"I'm the most beautiful and sophisticated women on the planet and you know it. Don't deny it Kashimoto, if you know what's good for you." She growled maniacally.
I snorted, though it was a pretty big mistake. She reacted badly, punching me in the arm. But damn she's pretty strong, because she gave me a bruise.
"What the hell bulma?
"Say I am the most beautiful! say it!"
"jeeze, fine you're the most beautiful women in the world."
"Oh, please, nico, your just TOO kind!"
I think I might shoot myself.
I left this chapter on a kind of retarded note, I know. But the next chapter is nico and Maggie's day of school, and what goes on during it. You wont be seeing any really bad language anymore, because I want to keep it as teen as possible. Sorry this chapter came out later than I said. The next chapter will probably be on Sunday, or Saturday.
-nonsence330
PS: did anyone get my "Rourouni Kenshin(also known as samurai x)" reference?
PSS: Please review, any feed back is welcome, positive, negative, or just neutral.