Soulís Tune



Those tired eyes rivet on my own, while her hand trembles slightly, not demanding but offering.

I take the needle from her hand and look at it closely, then my gaze wanders to her again.

"I... I have never done..." My voice is shaking, the whisper fades away, before I even finish my sentence.

She shakes her head and moves closer.

"Doní worry, Iíll show ya."

She rolls up my sleeve and attaches a flexible tube to my arm.

"First ya have ta look for the vein. Veins are bluish, ateries invisible and pulsating. See?"

I nod.

"The levelled side of the needle is on top."

She looks up and raises her eyebrows, making sure Iím listening. When I nod again she smiles and takes the syringe out of my hand. She holds it above my vein for a second and then pushes the needlepoint forward. Only a little.

After that she takes off the tube and injects the fluid slowly into my veins.

I can only look.

Fascinated.

A small line of blood forms its way out of the place of trepan and the girl quickly pushes it together.

"There done."

A rush of euphoria runs through my body immediately. An experience of nausea and vomiting along with elation.

Balance and peace combined with dizziness.

Forget. Forget. Everything.

I lean my head against the wall and sigh contentedly.

My body is floating, Iím save, Iím free, Iím all I ever wanted.

No pain, no agony, just felicity and bliss.

Memories fade.

Soothing. Calmness. Everything.

I want to run, I want to dance, I want it all.

I feel ... detached.

And it feels great

No sorrow, no Trunks, no giggling girl in his arms. Just me. And no sorrows...

If I had only known back then of what was to come.

*


My mouth feels dry when I come to my senses again. I donít know how long I have been sitting there. One hour? Three? Too long. My mum will certainly go berserk, when I finally come home. Shit.

I gaze at the prick of the needle and then pull my sleeve down again.

When I stand up, I finally notice, that the girl has vanished. The alley is empty. No sign of her existence except for a small piece of paper on the ground.

I bow down to pick it up.

A short note written in a clumsy handwriting.

--- Come again, Iíll wait for you. ---

No name with it. An impersonal contact with no names needed.

But... as good as it had felt. I knew of the consequences. I wouldnít come again.

I pushed the paper into my pocket and followed my way home.

As already expected Ė and feared Ė my mother was waiting for me in front of the house.

She must have yelled at me for about two hours about Dende-knows-what. I didnít really listen to be honest. I didnít care at that moment.

After a while she must have realized my absence as well for she sends me to my room to study.

I sigh audibly and hurry to my place, only wanting to escape from her shouting and screaming.

I donít even bother about food, I just jump onto my bed. Within the next five minutes I am already sleeping.

*


My alarm clock rings far too early and I slam it against the wall with my hand unconsciously. Thereís a bang and the sound stops instantly.

"Blast it." I mutter and maneuvre my pillow over my head to block the light.

"Yeah. Thatís exactly what youíve done. Word-for-word." No, not the harpy again. Not in the morning. Not at that time. Not now.

Kuso, I must have been around Vejiita too much lately.

"Just a sec. Iím coming." I mumble. My lids feel heavy. Damn the stupid school.

My door is closed softly and I swing my legs out of the bed. My hand runs through my hair and a certain spot catches my attention.

I sigh.

No more t-shirts until the wound healed up.

*


"Where have you been yesterday, Goten. Your mum called at least five times to see if you were with us in CC." TrunksĎ voice behind my ear.

I turn around.

"Donít worry. I was just walking a little. Arranging my thoughts, you see?" I smile my happy-go-lucky smile for him.

"Ah. Ok." He looks at me closely for a moment. "You look a bit pale today. Not feeling well?"

"I didnít get enough sleep, my mum shouted at me for hours for being late." I shrug nonchalantly and he laughs.

"Fits. So... still sparring tonight?"

He is so very unsure around me. I donít bite, Trunks. You of all people should know that.

"Sure, same time, same place." He grins and gives me a thumb up. Then he walks away into the opposite direction.

I turn around to see him disappear into his classroom. Just before he enters it, a familiar figure steps up to him and he greets her with a usual kiss.

I avert my eyes immediately and make my way to my class.

Maybe I should visit that girl in that alley again.

Just to make sure she is alright.

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