Life's Little Obstacles
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Because Of You
Videl sat on the bench of her kitchen of the house of which she lived in with her father. Her father was none other then the world savior. Hercule Satan. The world loved him, and they loved his little daughter too. She was becoming quiet a good young fighter in her own right. Some even feared she would be stronger then her father. Which only strengthened Videl's celebrity status.
She had a bowl of potato chips on one side and a bottle of juice on the other side of her. A pen and paper on her lap. Her hair tied up in a lose ponytail which left strands drizzling over the sides of her face and flowing behind her ears. A short-sleeved purple shirt with a panda bear on the front of it cuddling a stick of bamboo she was wearing. Also wearing knee length denim shorts and a black spiked belt featured around her waist.
The memories of previous years just flooded through her mind. In less then a month she was going to be eighteen years of age. She would have no boyfriend, no future, no nothing. She was too afraid to let people into her life. Ever since her mother had died she'd felt as if a huge piece of her was ripped apart and she had never really trusted anyone again. Her own father didn't help her out much either.
He was too wrapped up in his own emotions to care about his ten year old daughter's feelings. Her feelings of being alone with no mother. Losing a parent was like losing the most precious thing to you. A parent is someone who has been there for you all your life, they taught you to walk, talk and everything. Then to suddenly have such a precious gift taken away is something that no child should have to go through.
She scribbled down a few things on the piece of paper that was on her lap before grabbing her drink and taking a sip. There was so much in life she wanted to achieve. She wanted to meet someone who loved her for her, someone who would treat her with honest consideration. Someone who be worried if she didn't come home at night. Just to generally give her the love she'd been longing for all of her life.
Sadly she had no faith that this would actually be occurring. She only thought that happened in movies. The poor girl would be rescued by her prince charming. They would run away together and live a world full of blissful kisses and hugs and children. They wouldn't encounter any problems at all it would be perfect up until the day they would die together, laying in bed holding each others hands tightly and whispering to each other how much they loved one another.
She turned her attention back to the piece of paper she had been writing on. Her pen reaching the paper once more and writing yet again. On the floor beneath her was a pile of scrunched up pieces of paper. She wasn't sure how to word what she wanted her father to know. She wanted him to know how much he'd hurt her. All the years of passing that she had endured pain of which he wasn't there for her, all because he was too busy being a celebrity.
She'd always encountered that feeling of feeling completely alone. She didn't know anyone who had any idea what it was like to lose someone your so close to. A parent for that matter. It wasn't the same as losing a friend to suicide. Or losing someone in a car accident. It was a matter of losing someone who brought you into the world, someone who taught you everything you knew.
Her attention turned back to the piece of paper in her hands. She sobbed a lone tear, which silently made its way down her cheek to the paper on her lap. The pain of all the years. Looking down to her arms, she cried a bit more. Along her arms were marks of the pain she'd caused herself. To make herself pay for the guilt she felt. For the emptiness she held inside her.
I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery
I will not break the way you did it felt so hard
I've learned the hard way to never let it get that far
Her mind trailed back to years earlier. Several infact. When her mother was still with them. Her mothers smiling face. The look in her eyes. The food she cooked for family outings. But it all changed that one fateful day.
Young Videl walked out of her room with her hair in high pigtails, her long black hair trailing down her shoulders. Her purple dress reaching to her knees with the little white sandals on her feet and knee length white socks. She looked around the room curiously. Today was a special day; her mother was taking her to the zoo. After all she'd never been before and the chance to see all those animals in the one place was just going to be so amazing.
Walking into the living room she saw a basket lying on the sofa. It was filled to the max with beautiful rich blue cellophane peaking through the side of the basket. Beside it was her mother's scarf. She always wore it. Videl had gotten for her mother for Mother's Day three years earlier. The child smiled to herself as she sniffed the air.
'Mmm Cookies' Videl thought to herself as she bounced into the kitchen to find her mother placing some freshly baked cookies into a small container.
"Ready Munchkin?" The woman asked brushing her long black hair behind her shoulder. She too had long black hair and a deep lavender shade of eyes. Her denim jeans and tight sleeveless shirt showing the woman's noticeable beautiful curves.
A man then walked into the room. He looked angry as he banged his fist on the counter top, which the food for the picnic at the zoo was on. Panna flinched at the sound as she picked up the basket.
"What's wrong Hercule?" Panna asked softly as Hercule glared at her.
"Do you have any idea what the newspapers are saying about you and that? That guy!" Hercule growled throwing a newspaper on the counter top. Panna's eyes opened wide as she saw the huge headline and pictures on the front page. She put the basket back on the country top. It was of herself with a man who was extremely muscled and had short blonde hair spiked up. She was hugging the man graciously. She veered her attention away from the picture for a bit.
Hercule was fuming at her. The papers were reporting that his wife of twelve years was having an affair. He looked at her once more. Slamming his fist in the basket that lay upon the counter top, knocking it onto the floor.
"God Damnit just tell me the truth Panna!" Hercule shouted angrily, "Ever since I saved the world from cell you've been seen with this…guy..tell me why!"
"He's a friend of mine" Panna said but paused when Hercule grabbed her arm tightly.
I lose my way and it's not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry because I know that's weakness in your eyes
I'm forced to fake a smile a laugh everyday of my life
My heart can't possibly break when it wasn't even whole to start with
"Bullshit he's a friend Panna" Hercule shouted back to the woman who had tried to pull herself out of his powerful grip. "You don't hung a man the way you are in the picture, why won't you tell me the truth"
"I am telling you the truth Hercule" Panna pleaded with her husband to believe her. But he was stubborn and it didn't look like he was going to believe her any day soon. Suddenly Panna felt a warm touch across the side of her face.
The next thing she knew she was on the floor.
'Mommy' Young Videl thought as she watched her father look from the woman on the ground to his own hands. The woman was on the floor breathing steadily. Hercule looked at his daughter, before quickly walking out of the room.
Videl waiting for him to be completely out of the room before running to her mothers side. The young girl sat there shaking her mother, she wouldn't budge. "Mommy" Videl asked more frantically then ever. Her mother was hurt. She didn't know what to do. "Mommy!" she repeated.
Videl wiped away the lone tear that trailed down her cheek. That was the last time she ever saw her mother, she never did get to go to the zoo with her mother. Her father had committed that one act that prevented it. She sighed to herself. She wished so much that her mother was still here, she would've made things all right and Videl wouldn't feel this way.
Tears streaming down her face as Videl and her father walked back into their mansion of a house. The house seemed so big now. The quietness of the halls. They're was no laughter any more. Only tears of a sad sad little girl. A girl whom would grow up with out her mother to help her through. Without that person of whom she could truly trust with everything that happens in a teenage girls life.
She let go of her fathers hand and walked up the stairs slowly towards her room. She didn't even want to look him in the eyes. Her black dress grazing the floor gently as she continued to walk up the stairs. She walked into her room and closed the door behind her.
This was much to the dismay of Hercule who just watched the scene unfolding in front of him. He too then walked into his bedroom and closed the door quietly.
Hours had passed and the sun had set into a deep and dark night, followed by a soft wind blowing through the curtains as a soft and gentle rain hit the roof with peace. Videl sat awake in her bed.
She looked at the picture of her mother and herself on the table beside her bed. She loved that picture and it meant a lot to her at the moment. The quiet sounds of the house were silently unnerving her, just to quiet. That was until she heard what seemed like a soft sobbing.
She got to her feet and walked out of her room onto the main corridor between the rooms of the house. Walking past each room only made the sound get louder. When she reached her fathers room she paused and peered through the door quietly.
I watched you die
I heard you cry every night in your sleep
I was so young you should have known better then to lean on me
You never thought of anyone else you just saw your pain
And now I cry in the middle of the night for the same damn thing
Hercule was sitting on the bed hugging a pillow and looking at the picture of his wife Panna. Tears streaming down his face. His arms looked to be covered in blood, a thin trail of blood leading to the blankets on the bed. Videl watched in silent as the fully grown man cried himself to sleep….That image always stuck with her.
Videl just looked at the paper in her hand. It indeed had summed up how she felt, now it was only a matter of getting him to read it.
The following morning Hercule entered the house quietly. Why? Well it was early in the morning he was guaranteed that Videl would be sleeping, he walked quietly into the kitchen, seeing an envelope with his name on it. He picked it up.
He noticed the hand writing it was indeed that of Videl's. He paused as he opened it and began to read it to himself.
Because of you
I never strayed too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
Because of you
I try my hardest just to forget everything
Because of you
I don't know how to let anyone else in
Because of you
I'm ashamed of my life, because it's empty
Because of you I am, afraid
Because of you
'Daddy do you realize the pain you've caused me?'
Soundtrack: Because Of You – Kelly Clarkson