It’s unfair. Why is this happening to
me. I just want to be me, but why is my parent keep pushing me? Can’t they just
accept what I am. Because of them I have no friend. All right I have one. His
name is David. He is the only one who understands me. He is the only one that
has sympathy with me. Because of my parent I am forced to sit in my house all
day. In other words I have no social life. I’m jealous of all the people
playing outside with their friends, laughing. I wish I could be like that.
I am sitting on my bed crying. This is
really unfair. Oh where are my manners. I’m Eugene. I’m one of those people who
nobody notices. And I’m not even a geek. My only talent is art. I’m very good
at it. But my parents….. they don’t approve it. All they want from me is to
study, study, and study. They want me to become a doctor. I’m only 14 and they
already planned all my future. Why can’t I make my own decision? But now I’ll
make my own decision.
I’ll kill myself
If I kill myself, all my problem will
be gone. All of them. Besides who is going to care? I’ll be surprised if my so
called parents pay for my funeral. Here I am holding a knife over my wrist. It
will be painful, but I’m not afraid. Why am I hesitating? It’s not that I am
needed in this world. I’m totally useless. With one swift movement, I cut my
wrist. I panicked when I saw my blood, but I wasn’t afraid. My vision was
fading. Then I heard a familiar noise.
“Oh
shit. What the hell?”
English. That was English. My parent
doesn’t speak English at home. It can’t be David since no friend of mine can
come home. Then I saw the person who said it. I could varily see the face but I
recognize who that was. It was me. That was my face. I was looking at myself.
Then my vision was gone.
I slowly woke up. It was only a dream. There is no
way I could have seen myself. I looked at my wrist that I cut. Surely there
wasn’t any mark that I had cut. Okay it was a dream. Than where are all these
bloods come from?
“That was very foolish thing to do.”
I turned at the noise. There in the shadow was me.
He dressed weird, but that was me. Okay he has more muscle and more handsomely
defined than me, but I know when I see myself.
“Who are you?”
I asked.
“I’m you.” He spoke with my voice.
“And I’m supposed to believe that?”
“I’m your alternate self if that helps you.”
I have heard that there are parallel universe. Is that
what he meant? I decided to keep quiet and believe him since that is the only
explanation. I guess I watched too much Science Fiction. I lifted my wrist and
looked where I cut it. But there was no mark.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I healed it. It wasn’t
that bad so with a little bit of ki and some herbs it is good as new.”
“Ki?”
“Yeah you know the life force.”
That’s it. I am dreaming. This guy said that he is
from another dimension and now he is proclaiming that he can manipulate the ki?
Are those even possible?
“Anyway why did you do that?” My other self spoke.
“Do what?”
“Cut your wrist.”
“So I can die.”
“Why?”
“Look you don’t understand. I am living in hell
here. Just get out.”
“Actually I do understand.”
I
looked over at him and saw his face. He really meant it.
“Than why didn’t you kill yourself?”
“I didn’t have to. I thought about that once, but
what good is that. So I decided to find the other way.”
“What would that be?”
“This.”
He hold out a little bracelet that had wield
writhing on it. It was in gold and silver with few rubies and diamonds. It was
very beautiful. He continued.
“This allows me to travel different dimensions. The
way it travels is very confusing. I been doing this for a time but I still can’t
figure it out.”
“What good would that do to me?”
“Hmph here.”
He threw something at me and I caught it. It was
same bracelet. I looked and saw that he still has the same bracelet.
“How?”
“Hey my world is not the only one that has that you
know.” He winked at me. “ if you want to use it go right it ahead. But before
you do think of what will happen to you, because no body knows when you will
come back.”
“Like I would want to live here. Better than dying.”
Then I putted it on. Instantly it was absorbed to my skin.”
“Funny I never saw the bracelet absorb into the
body.”
I saw bright light and instantly I was absorbed by
it. I closed my eyes and yelped at surprise. The movement stopped and I slowly
opened my eyes. I was in different world.
I was
somehow happy that it worked. I was also different. I was shorter and wearing
very heavy shoulder pad. I instantly collapsed at the weight.
“Hey you okay?”
Then all the memories that does not
belong to me started to enter my head. It was painful. Gohan. My name is Gohan.
Why does that name sounds familiar. I searched for the memories and found
myself able to get up. I was one of the martial artiest. Cool! I looked at the
speaker and found.. Goku? Wait that’s my father. That means I’m in… oh my god I’m
part of Dragon Ball Z. I am a comic character. Cool ! This martial art can help
me a lot!
“Yes father.” I said to my father.
“Well it’s your turn to fight. I have
faith in you.” He smiled
I turned and looked at my opponent. He
was green and alien looking. I remember him both from the comic book and from
this new memory. His name is Cell. Oh shit.
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--------author’s
note------------------
Well this is the beginning. Like it? This story will
be a little bit wield. But I hope you like it. The main character is me. Or
just my name. He is Korean like me and he and his family moved to United States
just like me. Only difference is that Eugene of this story has a very strict
family. And wait for the first section, because it can be any place in any
animation.