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Fanfic: Angst - Kapitel 04
Chapter: Fear - Chapter 04
Fear - Chapter 04
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If this nightmare would finally come to an end ... She pressed the knife tighter against her skin and felt the blade cut into the flesh. Bulma screwed up her eyes.
Her hand got more and more out of control. She just couldn't keep them still. The blade went deeper and deeper into her flesh.
When Bulma opened her eyes again, she was unable to see anything. The tears blocked her view too much. She screwed up her eyes again so that these tears were also freed from her eyes. She opened her eyes again and looked at her right arm. Now blood was gushing out in abundance here too.
She watched in silence as it flowed down her arm, then landed on the windowsill and finally on the floor. To her own amazement, however, she felt no pain. It was like she was in a dream.A terrible dream from which she would soon wake up.
Now all she had to do was wait until the time had come. Bulma rose from the window sill and walked over to her bed. Her arms hung limp, which caused more blood to spread on the floor.
Slowly she lost the ground under her feet and fell on her bed.
Yes, soon this nightmare would end. She would slowly fall asleep and never wake up again. No more fear that tormented her, no more worries that she should have. Everything would end in eternal darkness.
Bulma's eyes closed. Everything would end ... She felt all strength drain from her body. How it got weaker and weaker. Now she could forget everything.
But what was that? She heard a noise but it was too late. She no longer had the strength to open her eyes. She felt only faintly how someone grabbed her.
It never came to an end. If you wanted to hurt her again.Now in the last hour of your life?
A vigorous shaking of her body gave her the strength to look up again. Vegeta? He was here? How so? What did he want?
His voice reached her ear as if from a dream world. Loud and clear, but incomprehensible to her. Slowly a smile settled on her face. He was here. Perhaps he didn't care as much about her as she had always thought? She wanted to speak to him, but her voice broke at the first tone. Her body was so weak that she could no longer move.
Bulma tried to keep her mind clear. She wanted to understand what he was saying. Little by little she also managed to understand his words. "Bulma, Bulma. Are you crazy? Why are you doing such shit. Bulma, can you hear me? Bulma!"
Her mouth slowly opened again. "Vegeta.", A soft breath came over her lips.
"Why are you doing this?"
"I ... I couldn't ... bear it any longer ... This feeling ... This fear ... I want to finally leave this terrible world ..." she breathed into his ear.
"But that's not the solution." "But it is ... Why are you here at all? You didn't care what happened to me ... Even when I told you, you didn't care ... "There was a few seconds of silence.
"... I don't know either." Bulma looked at his face. Was that really worrying what she saw on his face? Was that really possible? "Nobody's ever interested in what happened to me," she managed to gasp quietly.
Yes, it was true. Who has been with her in the difficult hours of her life? Nobody.
"But I'm here now." His voice reached her ear, weaker and weaker.
"Yes ... but now it's too late ... I can't go back ..." She gathered her last strength and raised her arm to his face.
More and more blood came out of the wound on her wrist and flowed down her arm.
Bulma carefully pulled his face closer until their lips met.New tears ran down her cheeks again. Yes, there was no turning back.
She lowered her arm back onto the bed and parted from his lips. Her breath became heavier and heavier. "Thank you ..." The word came out of her mouth so quietly that she barely understood it herself.
One last time she looked into his eyes. What was that? Tears? Was he crying for her? No, the blood loss had to play tricks on her.
A gentle smile reappeared on her face and she breathed one last "goodbye".
Her eyelids drooped, her breath faded in the silent night. It was over. She had left everything behind ...
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******* ~ end ~ *******
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Phew .... So that would be the end of the story .... I ask you to write me how you liked it ... Somehow I feel weird now after such an end .... You mean it can stop like this.Or should I maybe write a sequel under a different title? Well, you decide ... In any case, I have to relax and think a bit .......
Ciao SweetBulma-chan
Here is the next part and final part. Hope you like it.
If this nightmare would finally come to an end ... She pressed the knife tighter against her skin and felt the blade cut into the flesh. Bulma screwed up her eyes.
Her hand got more and more out of control. She just couldn't keep them still. The blade went deeper and deeper into her flesh.
When Bulma opened her eyes again, she was unable to see anything. The tears blocked her view too much. She screwed up her eyes again so that these tears were also freed from her eyes. She opened her eyes again and looked at her right arm. Now blood was gushing out in abundance here too.
She watched in silence as it flowed down her arm, then landed on the windowsill and finally on the floor. To her own amazement, however, she felt no pain. It was like she was in a dream.A terrible dream from which she would soon wake up.
Now all she had to do was wait until the time had come. Bulma rose from the window sill and walked over to her bed. Her arms hung limp, which caused more blood to spread on the floor.
Slowly she lost the ground under her feet and fell on her bed.
Yes, soon this nightmare would end. She would slowly fall asleep and never wake up again. No more fear that tormented her, no more worries that she should have. Everything would end in eternal darkness.
Bulma's eyes closed. Everything would end ... She felt all strength drain from her body. How it got weaker and weaker. Now she could forget everything.
But what was that? She heard a noise but it was too late. She no longer had the strength to open her eyes. She felt only faintly how someone grabbed her.
It never came to an end. If you wanted to hurt her again.Now in the last hour of your life?
A vigorous shaking of her body gave her the strength to look up again. Vegeta? He was here? How so? What did he want?
His voice reached her ear as if from a dream world. Loud and clear, but incomprehensible to her. Slowly a smile settled on her face. He was here. Perhaps he didn't care as much about her as she had always thought? She wanted to speak to him, but her voice broke at the first tone. Her body was so weak that she could no longer move.
Bulma tried to keep her mind clear. She wanted to understand what he was saying. Little by little she also managed to understand his words. "Bulma, Bulma. Are you crazy? Why are you doing such shit. Bulma, can you hear me? Bulma!"
Her mouth slowly opened again. "Vegeta.", A soft breath came over her lips.
"Why are you doing this?"
"I ... I couldn't ... bear it any longer ... This feeling ... This fear ... I want to finally leave this terrible world ..." she breathed into his ear.
"But that's not the solution." "But it is ... Why are you here at all? You didn't care what happened to me ... Even when I told you, you didn't care ... "There was a few seconds of silence.
"... I don't know either." Bulma looked at his face. Was that really worrying what she saw on his face? Was that really possible? "Nobody's ever interested in what happened to me," she managed to gasp quietly.
Yes, it was true. Who has been with her in the difficult hours of her life? Nobody.
"But I'm here now." His voice reached her ear, weaker and weaker.
"Yes ... but now it's too late ... I can't go back ..." She gathered her last strength and raised her arm to his face.
More and more blood came out of the wound on her wrist and flowed down her arm.
Bulma carefully pulled his face closer until their lips met.New tears ran down her cheeks again. Yes, there was no turning back.
She lowered her arm back onto the bed and parted from his lips. Her breath became heavier and heavier. "Thank you ..." The word came out of her mouth so quietly that she barely understood it herself.
One last time she looked into his eyes. What was that? Tears? Was he crying for her? No, the blood loss had to play tricks on her.
A gentle smile reappeared on her face and she breathed one last "goodbye".
Her eyelids drooped, her breath faded in the silent night. It was over. She had left everything behind ...
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******* ~ end ~ *******
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Phew .... So that would be the end of the story .... I ask you to write me how you liked it ... Somehow I feel weird now after such an end .... You mean it can stop like this.Or should I maybe write a sequel under a different title? Well, you decide ... In any case, I have to relax and think a bit .......
Ciao SweetBulma-chan