Another day passed over, another sunrise and another sunset. Another day without the four Z teens. Yet, no one really missed them. To their parents, they were money eaters, always wanting things that cost money. To their family, brothers, uncles, aunties, they were just someone they were related to, someone they had to give presents to on holidays and birthdays. To them, they were just an obstacle.
You think that I'm the one to blame
Everything I lose is just a piece of what there is
to gain
You think it's cool and all is fine
Now is the day when you pay, this is my time
I feel for you nothing but pain
I am what you will be, you are dying in me
I love you, I hate you, I miss you.
Those thoughts drove me away from home
But if you put me through your tests
Then I will fade
They couldn't be happier. They problems were gone; their money was piling up in the bank account. They were free, to enjoy like, to taste it. And why shouldn't they? Did they not deserve it? After years of catering to the every need of their children, did they not deserve a break? Life, once more, would be one great party for them.
I have nothing to say
But I feel like my mouth is open
Everything that is real
Comes around
Comes around
Comes around
She couldn't believe they were celebrating HER death. She knew they cared not for Goten, Pan and Trunks, but her? She thought her parents loved her. She thought she would be teaching them a lesson when she died. But instead, she found them laughing, joking and smiling, much like at the funeral of her friends. Except this was no funeral. This was a party, with drinks, music, drugs and alcohol. They didn't care about them. So why did Bra still care about them?
Your stupid face just makes me sickI see you changing every day
To fit into the newest clique
I know you, but everything you do
Is just a part of you, you'll never see the truth
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the way you think you're real
Your one voice it destroys my one choice
Piccolo looked onto their party from his place in a tree. They had invited him to celebrate the death of Trunks, Bra, Pan and Goten. By celebrate, he thought funeral, where people respected the memory of the dead one and grieved with the family and friends of the person. That's why he came in the first place. He didn't expect a party, a REAL party, with booze and the works. He shook his head at the sight and took off to the lookout. No wonder the kids committed suicide. With parents like that, they were better off dead. Literally.
You're always thinking you're so perfectThose thoughts drove me away from home
But if you put me through these tests
Then I will fade
He balled a hand into a fist. His finger nails dug into his skin, the pressure becoming painful. But he didn't care. He was concentrating on the party below. While he kept a mask on his face, his insides were breaking. He know his parents hated him, that's why they kicked him out, but to actually be happy he was dead? That hurt. That hurt a lot. Goten could feel hot liquid gushing down his hands, along with the throbbing pain of broken skin. But he did not care. Why should he?
I have nothing to say
But I feel like my mouth is open
Everything that is real
Comes around
Comes around
She stood in the corner of the room, watching the people dance to the heavy rhythm of the music. The food was laid out beside her and the drinks next to them. She took a sip at the drink she was holding in her hand. She watched her parents dance with each other and numerous amounts of their friends. She loved a party once in a while, but not at a time like this. Not when 4 members of the Z gang had died. She saw piccolo come and leave. She didn't blame him. He probably thought it was something else. Just like she did. She wasn't one for committing suicide, but if she had to live with people like this all the time, she would have left. A long time ago. Thank goodness she went to boarding school.
I have nothing to say
But I feel like my mouth is open
Everything that is real
Comes around
Comes around
Comes around
It came as no surprise to see her parents dance away her memory. They never did like her. She was just a business deal that seemed good at the time but then went sour. And when she went sour, they tried, time and time again, to get rid of her. Eventually, she got tried and saved them the bother. And here she was, with her 3 best friends. She knew they would follow her. A feeling she had told her so. She felt guilty, to be the cause of their deaths, but in the end, she didn't force them. And she was grateful they were here with her. Even if they were dead.
I have nothing to say
But I feel like my mouth is open
Everything that is real
Comes around
Comes around
Comes around
He looked down at them and frowned. How he wished he could kill them. He knew they wouldn't care he was dead, but did they really have to act like he never existed? The hate he had felt on earth was bubbling up inside him again. A hand, softly placed on his shoulder brought him back to his reality. He looked to its owner who greeted him with a soft smile. He looked back down to their parents, but she shook her head. She grabbed his hand and led him to the others, Bra and Goten. He looked at all of them, at all of their faces. The ones he had relied on, the ones he came to when he needed help. A grin spread across his face, as his sister grabbed his arm. With Pan on the other and Goten holding onto Pan, they walked off, into the mist of the other world, together.
The End
Many thanks to all of you who reviewed. I didn't expect so many to respond. You all have given something that has helped with this story, wherever it been a suggestion, a query or just a comment. I have tried to clear up any question any of you have had, but if I have failed, then I am sorry.
I just want to say thank you to my inspiration to this story, my 3 best friends. Don't worry though guys, I'm not going to commit suicide any time soon. I'm still here.