I think back to
only a week ago, when my heart was broken. When I learned that
the only thing I cared about, didn't care about me back.
~"I have to tell you something, Trunks." I said, a
hint of nervousness in my voice. He replied smoothly. "Sure
Goten, you know you can tell me anything." I breathed
slowly, bracing myself for whatever may come. "I love you,
Trunks, in that way. I have since you told me the definition of
love." I smirked. Trunks had explained many things to me,
even when he didn't know what it was himself.
"You what?!" He exclaimed. "Surely you can't be
serious, Goten. I mean, me, I have - you, you have!" He
stuttered, unable to form complete sentences. "I can't
return those feelings. I just don't love you like that." His
rejection. I feared it the most. My fear became my reality when
he said it.
"Trunks.." I took a step toward him. He took a step
back. "I thought you would understand." I kept walking
forward until his back was against the wall. Trunks looked me in
the eye. We were no more than a hair length's away now. I laid my
hands on his shoulders, and pressed a kiss to his lips. He was
shocked, I could feel it. It didn't last long, though.
Quick as lightning he smacked me backwards. My eyes threatened
torrential rain, my ears rung violently. His face was a mask of
fury. "How dare you? I told you I didn't love you. I
considered us being friends still, but you've ruined it Goten.
You've. Ruined. It." He said, grasping my shirt by the
collar. I didn't meet his eyes. He forced me to look at him.
"I never want to see you again. Never." Tears flowed
freely down my face at this time. "I'm sorry. I can't help
how I feel.." I whispered. Whispered before he punched me.
Before Trunks threw me to the ground and flew off. Before I never
saw him again.~
I stand here now, staring at the sun. It's a prefect day, yet I
won't be able to enjoy the rest of it. In my hand is a small ball
of ki. He never wanted to see me again, he said. He never will. I
know he won't miss me. I torture myself, slowly cutting my
wrists, open wounds bleeding viciously. I lick one of my wrists,
feeling suddenly morbid.
"I'm so pathetic." I tell myself. "One week, and
you're already dead." I smile at this. I talk back to
myself. "It takes alot of courage to die." I close my
eyes and place my hand to chest. My right hand glows gold as I
burn away my thin shirt. Shirt gone, working on the flesh. I grit
my teeth as the ki in my hand sets me to flame.
"I know the perfect way to die." I say, mentally. My
voice is barely audible. "KA..."
"ME..."
"HA.."
"ME.."
"HA!" I screamed, my chest exploding as a kamehameha
wave engulfs me. I hope Trunks is happy now.. I smile faintly
before my body is completely obliterated.