Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Door ❯ Standing on The Edge ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Buggi_The_Brat 
I'm standing on the edge between life and death... Who will save me? Not me.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.31.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 489 | Status: Work In Progress
I'm standing on the edge between life and death... Who will save me? Not me.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.31.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 489 | Status: Work In Progress
The Door
By: Buggi
Based on the manga story The Door from Confidential Confessions by Reiko Momochi
Author’s Note: I hope you all like my story. I have the entire Confidential Confessions series. I like each story with a passion, but the 1st book inspired me to write my own story. The story “The Door” intrigued me so much. It was gripping and powerful and real. Even though I have never written or been through any of the experiences I will write about I’m going to try this out. Without further ado, ON WITH THE STORY!!
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Confidential Confessions. Thank you.
She had pushed open the heavy door , the exit of all life. The light shined brightly on the other side, blinding her with its awesomeness. It was calling to her, reaching out to her tattered soul saying “Come away from the darkness and into the light.” It wanted her to be warm inside again, to feel whole. And as she stood there, teetering on the edge, her arms spread like eagle wings, ready to lift herself off the ground to fly away, she felt the tug of the rope called world and felt its weight shifting on her shoulders again.
Life gripped her by the ankles like shackles, chains trying to hold her down. She wanted nothing more than to be swept away by the lights waves. So many times had she come to this place, trying with all her might to unlock the door and set herself free. Free from the pain and sorrow that was her destiny. And now, as she stood their, ready to walk whatever path was before her, through the open door, something held her. Trapped her there and wouldn’t let go. “Never” it told her each time “It would never let go.”
And it never did.
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She awaked to the sound of dripping water in her apartment and the cold of the dark that surrounded her. It was a large, one room studio apartment. She was 17 years old and lived alone. Life. What could she say about it? Only that it was unfair and worthless, meaningless even. To say the least was like complimenting a serial killer for his work in her eyes. They were both the same: Trash. She had nothing to show that she lived. Not like she wanted to anyway.
She had her high school diploma and was attending college full time to receive her bachelor‘s degree. She even had a well paying job that would get her places in the future, but. It wasn’t what she truly wanted. But sometimes life didn’t always go your way and left you standing in the shadows. Ever since she was a small child she had felt empty, incompetent in the eyes of her mother and father. They had always pushed her to do better, be the best at everything they wanted her to be.
They had started molding her at the ripe age of 5, when they had hired tutors of every genre to school her. By the time she was 10, she knew every major language there was to know and was considered a child prodigy by the time she was 12. But. She was never happy. Her mother was always overprotective. Her father was always demanding. In school she was considered a outcast, for she was always the youngest and the smartest. Most of the girl’s were jealous of her looks and the boys were intimidated by her mind.
She only ever had one friend through junior and high school. A girl named Bra. They were inseparable. Well, they WERE inseparable. She hadn’t seen her best friend in several months, for the girl’s mother had moved them out of the country for the family business and sent her to a collage half way around the world. She never admitted out loud that she missed her more than anything. After all she was alone. She had nothing to do with her parents most of the time, except when her mother called to scold her about something.
The day Bra had gotten on the private plane to leave Japan, they had both cried tears of sadness. Bra knew her friend would need her in the worst times and the fact that she would not be there to save her tore at her heart. All in all, the past 9 months had been hell frozen over twice for the ebony haired girl. At work, at school. And yet, no matter how better it wasn‘t getting, she had never uttered a word of complaint to anyone. Not even Bra.
She looked down at the small, pink box cutter clenched in her pale hand and then to the fresh cuts laying boldly against all the old scars. As she stood up, she tripped over one of the bottles of wine she had downed last night and made her way towards her bedroom. She stopped in front of the full length mirror, her brown, endless eyes greeting her with a blank stare. Her eyes roamed the image of herself she knew all too well; long, straight, black hair, pale skin, skinny “asparagus” arms and legs, sad eyes. She looked so fragile and broken. Almost like if you touched her, she would snap.
She was nothing to be desired, nothing special at all. There was only one time she remembered when a boy complimented her on anything. It was Bra’s egotistical brother, Trunks. He was so popular he could look at any women he wanted and wouldn’t loose an ounce of his popularity. “Nice boobs”. It was a statement that only he was capable of. He had said it without flinching or even thinking twice. Unlike the most women, she had taken offence to his words and spewed out a string of insanities back at him.
She let out a small sigh as she fingered the self inflicted wounds on her arm. These scars, the wounds were her only escape. Box Cutter Syndrome. She loved the technical for it. To her it meant, pig-headed geniuses that didn’t know shit about shit. It wasn’t a sickness, it was a choice. It was a relief for most and a step towards death, without the dieing part. Only one person knew about her condition. It was of coarse Bra, because Bra knew just about everything about her.
And as a faithful friend, she had never uttered a word to anyone. As she stood their staring at herself, Bra suddenly invaded her thoughts and she couldn’t help wondering how she was. Just as she was turning to walk into the bathroom, the phone rang. She hesitated for a minute, contemplating on if she wanted to answer it or not. After all, it could be her mother calling to chew her out about something stupid. But then again. She shrugged her shoulders as she picked the phone off the receiver, checking the caller id before she answered it. Briefs.
“Bra-chan!!” She yelled with dry happiness into the phone after she picked it up.
The girl on the opposite end chuckled before she responded, “Hi Pan. Did you miss me! I only talked to you what, yesterday?”
“Ey…” Pan stated nervously, rubbing her neck, “Hey! I’m allowed to get enthusiastic about talking to you Bra. Talking to you is the highlight of my day.”
Hell, it was the only highlight.
But Bra could still hear the sadness in her friend’s voice, “Hey Pan-chan! Guess what!!”
“Um what…?”
“My mom said she’s going to get me a nice apartment in New York, near my brother’s Capsule Corp building!”
“Cool.” What the hell was so great about that? It only meant she was never coming back and Pan would be stuck there…alone.
“Annnd, she said she’d fly you over here to stay with me. She said she’d pay for your school and give us a monthly allowance. We’ll be together again, sharing a nice two bedroom condo!”
It was silent over the line and Bra could imagine her friend’s mouth gapped open. She heard her shift and guessed she had switched the phone to her other ear.
“B-Bulma would do that for me?” She couldn’t believe it.
“Yes! Oh Pan, I can’t wait to see you again. It’s been so long since we’ve been able to hang out!”
“Bra…I’ve missed you. I’d give nothing more than to see you right now.” She couldn’t hold back the tears she had been pushing down for months, “I hate being alone…”
“Pan. Its ok, you’ll be here tomorrow. Can you be packed by 8 PM?”
It was short notice, but when it came to the Brief family, she would jump up instantly. Wiping her damp face, she nodded as if she could actually hear her.
“Definitely Bra. I can bring Jean the Cat right?” She smiled when the ball of white and black appeared from under her bed and rubbed up against her leg.
“Duuh! I wouldn’t ask you to leave him. Anyway Pan, a Capsule Corp hover craft should be at your house by seven to get you to the airport. Mom, Trunks, and I will be picking you up from the airport.”
Pan scoffed, “Aw, can’t you leave that ego maniac at home?”
“Oh Pan, he’s not that bad. And plus, he wants to come.” She let out a small laugh, “I’ll see you tomorrow night Pan-chan.”
“Fine, bye.” With that she turned to phone off and stood there.
A small smile played on her lips and she couldn’t help but let out a quiet squeal. Leaving this hell hole was one of her strongest wishes. And now her best friend was coming to save her from it all. She was so enthusiastic, she spent the rest of the night boxing and packing her belongs. When she saw her box cutter sitting on the dresser, she picked it up like it was something precious and put it into her bag.
“Just incase.” She said to no one in particular and went back to her belongings.
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Author’s Note: Whoo. Let’s wipe the sweat off our brow flocks! TeeHee.. I know that this is a short chapter, but its meant to be short. I hope you guys like it so far because it’ll only get better as we go along. I hope whoever reads this story will be ready for the ride. Suspense, drama, romance, angst. Ahh…nothing like a good interesting story, wouldn’t you think reviewer? That’s why they call me “The Queen of Emo” I guess. LoL. Please leave a nice review and I’ll update A.S.A.P. I need at least 7 reviews before I go any further with this story! Ja’Ne Everyone! ^_^
Buggi
By: Buggi
Based on the manga story The Door from Confidential Confessions by Reiko Momochi
Author’s Note: I hope you all like my story. I have the entire Confidential Confessions series. I like each story with a passion, but the 1st book inspired me to write my own story. The story “The Door” intrigued me so much. It was gripping and powerful and real. Even though I have never written or been through any of the experiences I will write about I’m going to try this out. Without further ado, ON WITH THE STORY!!
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Confidential Confessions. Thank you.
She had pushed open the heavy door , the exit of all life. The light shined brightly on the other side, blinding her with its awesomeness. It was calling to her, reaching out to her tattered soul saying “Come away from the darkness and into the light.” It wanted her to be warm inside again, to feel whole. And as she stood there, teetering on the edge, her arms spread like eagle wings, ready to lift herself off the ground to fly away, she felt the tug of the rope called world and felt its weight shifting on her shoulders again.
Life gripped her by the ankles like shackles, chains trying to hold her down. She wanted nothing more than to be swept away by the lights waves. So many times had she come to this place, trying with all her might to unlock the door and set herself free. Free from the pain and sorrow that was her destiny. And now, as she stood their, ready to walk whatever path was before her, through the open door, something held her. Trapped her there and wouldn’t let go. “Never” it told her each time “It would never let go.”
And it never did.
---
She awaked to the sound of dripping water in her apartment and the cold of the dark that surrounded her. It was a large, one room studio apartment. She was 17 years old and lived alone. Life. What could she say about it? Only that it was unfair and worthless, meaningless even. To say the least was like complimenting a serial killer for his work in her eyes. They were both the same: Trash. She had nothing to show that she lived. Not like she wanted to anyway.
She had her high school diploma and was attending college full time to receive her bachelor‘s degree. She even had a well paying job that would get her places in the future, but. It wasn’t what she truly wanted. But sometimes life didn’t always go your way and left you standing in the shadows. Ever since she was a small child she had felt empty, incompetent in the eyes of her mother and father. They had always pushed her to do better, be the best at everything they wanted her to be.
They had started molding her at the ripe age of 5, when they had hired tutors of every genre to school her. By the time she was 10, she knew every major language there was to know and was considered a child prodigy by the time she was 12. But. She was never happy. Her mother was always overprotective. Her father was always demanding. In school she was considered a outcast, for she was always the youngest and the smartest. Most of the girl’s were jealous of her looks and the boys were intimidated by her mind.
She only ever had one friend through junior and high school. A girl named Bra. They were inseparable. Well, they WERE inseparable. She hadn’t seen her best friend in several months, for the girl’s mother had moved them out of the country for the family business and sent her to a collage half way around the world. She never admitted out loud that she missed her more than anything. After all she was alone. She had nothing to do with her parents most of the time, except when her mother called to scold her about something.
The day Bra had gotten on the private plane to leave Japan, they had both cried tears of sadness. Bra knew her friend would need her in the worst times and the fact that she would not be there to save her tore at her heart. All in all, the past 9 months had been hell frozen over twice for the ebony haired girl. At work, at school. And yet, no matter how better it wasn‘t getting, she had never uttered a word of complaint to anyone. Not even Bra.
She looked down at the small, pink box cutter clenched in her pale hand and then to the fresh cuts laying boldly against all the old scars. As she stood up, she tripped over one of the bottles of wine she had downed last night and made her way towards her bedroom. She stopped in front of the full length mirror, her brown, endless eyes greeting her with a blank stare. Her eyes roamed the image of herself she knew all too well; long, straight, black hair, pale skin, skinny “asparagus” arms and legs, sad eyes. She looked so fragile and broken. Almost like if you touched her, she would snap.
She was nothing to be desired, nothing special at all. There was only one time she remembered when a boy complimented her on anything. It was Bra’s egotistical brother, Trunks. He was so popular he could look at any women he wanted and wouldn’t loose an ounce of his popularity. “Nice boobs”. It was a statement that only he was capable of. He had said it without flinching or even thinking twice. Unlike the most women, she had taken offence to his words and spewed out a string of insanities back at him.
She let out a small sigh as she fingered the self inflicted wounds on her arm. These scars, the wounds were her only escape. Box Cutter Syndrome. She loved the technical for it. To her it meant, pig-headed geniuses that didn’t know shit about shit. It wasn’t a sickness, it was a choice. It was a relief for most and a step towards death, without the dieing part. Only one person knew about her condition. It was of coarse Bra, because Bra knew just about everything about her.
And as a faithful friend, she had never uttered a word to anyone. As she stood their staring at herself, Bra suddenly invaded her thoughts and she couldn’t help wondering how she was. Just as she was turning to walk into the bathroom, the phone rang. She hesitated for a minute, contemplating on if she wanted to answer it or not. After all, it could be her mother calling to chew her out about something stupid. But then again. She shrugged her shoulders as she picked the phone off the receiver, checking the caller id before she answered it. Briefs.
“Bra-chan!!” She yelled with dry happiness into the phone after she picked it up.
The girl on the opposite end chuckled before she responded, “Hi Pan. Did you miss me! I only talked to you what, yesterday?”
“Ey…” Pan stated nervously, rubbing her neck, “Hey! I’m allowed to get enthusiastic about talking to you Bra. Talking to you is the highlight of my day.”
Hell, it was the only highlight.
But Bra could still hear the sadness in her friend’s voice, “Hey Pan-chan! Guess what!!”
“Um what…?”
“My mom said she’s going to get me a nice apartment in New York, near my brother’s Capsule Corp building!”
“Cool.” What the hell was so great about that? It only meant she was never coming back and Pan would be stuck there…alone.
“Annnd, she said she’d fly you over here to stay with me. She said she’d pay for your school and give us a monthly allowance. We’ll be together again, sharing a nice two bedroom condo!”
It was silent over the line and Bra could imagine her friend’s mouth gapped open. She heard her shift and guessed she had switched the phone to her other ear.
“B-Bulma would do that for me?” She couldn’t believe it.
“Yes! Oh Pan, I can’t wait to see you again. It’s been so long since we’ve been able to hang out!”
“Bra…I’ve missed you. I’d give nothing more than to see you right now.” She couldn’t hold back the tears she had been pushing down for months, “I hate being alone…”
“Pan. Its ok, you’ll be here tomorrow. Can you be packed by 8 PM?”
It was short notice, but when it came to the Brief family, she would jump up instantly. Wiping her damp face, she nodded as if she could actually hear her.
“Definitely Bra. I can bring Jean the Cat right?” She smiled when the ball of white and black appeared from under her bed and rubbed up against her leg.
“Duuh! I wouldn’t ask you to leave him. Anyway Pan, a Capsule Corp hover craft should be at your house by seven to get you to the airport. Mom, Trunks, and I will be picking you up from the airport.”
Pan scoffed, “Aw, can’t you leave that ego maniac at home?”
“Oh Pan, he’s not that bad. And plus, he wants to come.” She let out a small laugh, “I’ll see you tomorrow night Pan-chan.”
“Fine, bye.” With that she turned to phone off and stood there.
A small smile played on her lips and she couldn’t help but let out a quiet squeal. Leaving this hell hole was one of her strongest wishes. And now her best friend was coming to save her from it all. She was so enthusiastic, she spent the rest of the night boxing and packing her belongs. When she saw her box cutter sitting on the dresser, she picked it up like it was something precious and put it into her bag.
“Just incase.” She said to no one in particular and went back to her belongings.
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Author’s Note: Whoo. Let’s wipe the sweat off our brow flocks! TeeHee.. I know that this is a short chapter, but its meant to be short. I hope you guys like it so far because it’ll only get better as we go along. I hope whoever reads this story will be ready for the ride. Suspense, drama, romance, angst. Ahh…nothing like a good interesting story, wouldn’t you think reviewer? That’s why they call me “The Queen of Emo” I guess. LoL. Please leave a nice review and I’ll update A.S.A.P. I need at least 7 reviews before I go any further with this story! Ja’Ne Everyone! ^_^
Buggi