Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly ❯ Sleeping Beauty ( Chapter 16 )

AN: I have to apologise big time for the length of time it has taken me to actually get this chapter out. I've just got back to school and the evil education system is slowly taking over my free time with, yes, you guessed it - homework! And don't I love it!

So sorry!

Planning my death had been tough.

I knew certain aspects I wanted in it, and I knew certain people who had to be there, but it was difficult bringing it all together.

Waves of depression and angst kept washing of me and all my ordered thoughts were soon washed away.

So I decided to sleep on it.

And that, my friends, is the exact moment my death hit me (so to speak).

The word `sleep' had obviously jogged something in my bedraggled mind. I thought back several weeks to a point where all this fuss with Yamcha (his name still stung) had only just started.

I couldn't sleep, so I did what most of the world would do at that moment. Headed for my bathroom cabinet, took out a small packet and induced some artificial sleep using pills.

Sleep.

It was exactly what I wanted to do now.

Sleep and escape all of this madness in the world of dreams.

Ten minutes later and it was all planned.

I wasn't going to grace school with my presence tomorrow.

I would drive to the mall. I guessed that would be where everyone was since the school had probably been burned to a crisp courtesy of Hope and co.

I would get to the top floor, sit at the Starbucks*, drink my `Amazing Mixture of Artificial Sleep', wait a moment, then slit my wrists and jump from the balcony.

If I got the cuts just right, hopefully the blood would spray out and follow me as I jumped, kind of like the coloured smoke used in flybys.

I had my method in my head and my AMAS in my bag so I decided to have a bit of a drink, mull over my great life and see what I decided next.

* * *

I blinked the fuzzy haze of my slumber from my eyes and glanced at my clock. The flashing red digits read 3:00.

Only a little while left until my big moment.

I got up and began to get ready.

I had already decided what to wear the night before so I picked the white dress up from the floor and slipped it over cerulean hair and arranged it nicely over my body.

Running my brush through I realised this was the last time I would do this, and for a moment my resolve wavered.

At the sight of a photo of my old friends I had put on my vanity mirror, I steeled myself.

It had to be done.

My black, knee-high combat boots slid comfortably onto my feet and I stood from my bed.

I picked up my bag and my room a glance over.

There was my doll I'd recieved for my first birthday and the rocking horse that held so many memories of happy family moments.

The picture of my friends was displayed so lovingly on my vanity and at the sight of it my eyes teared up.

I brought my hand down in a sweeping manner and knocked it off, along with so many items of make-up I had used to hide my sadness behind and so many trinkets I had received from `close friends'.

Where were they now?

The shattering of glass and scattering of objects only served to make me angrier.

I left my room of recollections behind - then my house of suffering and climbed into my black Jaguar.

Yes, I said Jaguar. "Ooh" all you want but it meant nothing to me!

Just like life!

I sped along the road, going 60 on a 30 mph stretch of road, but eventually had to slow as I approached a crossing.

I glanced around while I was waiting for the light to change to green and realised I was next to my school.

And there were people in it!

That would have to mean someone had stopped the fire or something.

I laughed when I realised the time.

It was 3:45!

School ended at 3:50.

This was the perfect place to die. Everyone coming out of school would see my lifeless corpse. Everyone!

I checked my mirror and saw no one was behind me, so I took my car into reverse and parked next to the school.

The `Amazing Mixture of Artificial Sleep' came out and was emptied down my throat.

I would wager there was about twenty in the mixture, as opposed to the "Take two if over 14" rule.

Then my sharp friend was removed from my bag and placed in my welcoming hand.

I opened the car door, not bothering to shut it.

"Deep breaths Bulma," I muttered to myself.

Wow! I was talking to myself, so I must have been crazy!

My feet went one in front of the other until I was standing in the front yard of the school, just five metres away from the door that in two minutes hundreds of students would pour out of to view my motionless body and bloodied arms.

What fun.

I raised the blade to my wrist, or I tried to.

It took a few goes for my blurring vision to focus enough for my to actually find my arms.

When I did, I slashed and slashed and slashed.

Then onto the other arm.

Ah well. I would have to cope with no jumping but who the hell cared? It was all the same now.

Darkness crowded my vision and the last feeling I had was a mixture of satisfaction and hopelessness with a tinge of pain.

AN: I have to explain the next chapter or so. I'm a pretty indecisive person and consequently, I can't decide which ending to do. There's the happy ending where everything ends up, well, happy.

Then there's the mostly sad ending that has a fluffy texture in it.

I'll probably put both up so watch out. I don't know how I'm going to do it yet. :P