Goten was totally depressed as he sat in his science classroom taking notes. He tried to keep his mind off the object of his sadness by listening to the idiots in his classroom. They were draining the water from the fish's tank.
He stared at the lifeless fish until the bell rang.
When Goten got home that day, the house was still and dark. He went straight to his roomand closed the door. Walking past the dresser, his arm caught on the edge.
Blood ran down his arm.
He looked at the wound unflinching. He liked the pain. He walked downstairs to the kitchen and opened the knife drawer, taking out a razor sharp knife. He took it up to his room.
"Goten, what's the matter, little bro?" asked Gohan, his face etched with concern, the worry written deep in his eyes.
"Nothing," came the quick reply.
"Goten..." He was cut off as Goten turned swiftly and ran upstairs. Goten had lost so much weight lately, and had become dark and sullen, also, he had started wearing long sleeves and pants all the time. He had become an empty shell of his former, fourteen-year-old, joyful, prankster self. He never even spoke to...but....no....he didn't want to think of....him...right now.
Besides, the eighth of next week was Goten's birthday, and that would surely cheer him up...
Obituary for Febuary 8th
morning near his home. Suicide is expected.
Goten was the son of Goku and Chi Chi Son. He
had one brother, Gohan. He would have been fifteen
today.
Snow flurried and caught in lavender hair as he stood over the fresh grave. A tear ran down his face.
The sun set.
My heart freezes
As the darkness closes
On your face
You once laughed
No more will you laugh
Cry...
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