Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ A Walk In My Shoes ❯ The Switch: Day 1 Part 1: Mayhem ( Chapter 5 )

A Walk In My Shoes

ST: Hey, how's everyone? How's life been treating you?

TK: Yea, like you actually care about someone else besides you…

Dai: And Bob! Can't forget Bob!

ST: I resent that! I think of many other people besides myself!

Dai: And Bob!

TK: Name one, Miss Hot-Shot.

ST: Ummmm, uh, errrr… I'd like to Call A Friend!

TK: What? You can't do that!

ST: Oh yes you can!

Dai: Oooh! Pick me! Pick me!

ST: Hmmmmm… I'll call…

TK: Wait! That's against the rules!

ST: Quiet you! Now, let's see…

(Dai waves hand around and jumps up and down) Dai: Pick me! Ooh! Ooh! Me, me me!

ST: Okay, I'll call Davis Motomiya. His number is…

TK: Oh shut up and ask him already! *mumbles* this outta be good…

ST: Okay, Dai.

Dai: Yes?

TK: ;;

ST: The question is: Who does ST, that's me, care about more than herself? You've got three seconds. Ready, go!

Dai: Okay, okay… Let me focus here…

ST: One…

Dai: Oh…. I know this! I do I do! *hits his head as if it's going to help*

ST: Two…

Dai: Ohh! Ohh! I've got it!

ST: Two in a half….

Dai: BOB! THE ANSWER IS BOB!!!

TK: Ehhhhn! Sorry, but your answer is W-R-O-N-G!!!

ST: Hey! How do you know that? Are you me? Huh? Huh? Tell me, how do you know who I care about more than myself?

TK: Then how would Davis know if I can't possibly know?

ST: ;;; Ehh…. Never mind… Enough wasted time! On with the story!

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Chapter 5: The Switch- Day 1: Part 1: Mayhem

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~Norm POV~

That afternoon TK and Davis walked the route home together. An uncomfortable silence settled between them as they walked down the sidewalk. Finally, TK spoke.

"So," he started, unsure of what to say.

"So," Davis repeated, unsure himself.

"Ummmm, what are you doing on Saturday?"

Davis rolled his eyes angrily and sighed, "Detention."

TK frowned as he remembered and replied weakly, "Oh, yeah."

They stopped as they reached Davis' apartment complex. Davis hesitated as he glanced up at the balcony that led to his bedroom.

"Um, well, see ya," Davis said as he walked up to the front doorway.

"Yea, later," TK called back as Davis began to climb up the stairs.

They parted.

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~Dai's POV~

I was still frustrated from before, I mean Mr. Takani was a complete ass. He had no right to ask me crap like that!

Well, maybe he did. But did he think there was really anything really wrong with me?

Well, maybe he did. BUT, did he think that IF there was that I'd actually tell him?

Well, maybe he did.

Maybe I should've told him, when I had the chance.

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Davis quietly opened the door and tiptoed inside. He could smell the reek of cigarette smoke and beer from the hallway.

He slowly made his way towards the gap between the living room and the hallway leading to the bedrooms. `Maybe he's out, maybe he's sleeping, maybe if I'm quiet and quick enough…'

"BOY!"

Uh, oh. Davis hesitated, bad choice. He ducked at the last minute as a glass sailed over his head. A crash followed as it shattered on the floor. "Hey, you lil' shit! I'm talkin' to you! Get over here, NOW!"

Davis slowly turned around and walked into the living room. He crept up to his drunken father who sat slumped on the couch.

"What's this I hear `bout you getting' detention again? How many time's I gotta tell you to keep yer ass in line?" he slurred, his breath stinking of alcohol. Davis stood still, waiting for what was to come.

"You worthless crap!" Davis' father raised his hand and struck his son in the face, causing him to crumple to the floor. "You better stop messin' `round, or I'll beat you shitless, you hear me?"

He kicked the fallen Davis in his stomach. Davis yelped and quickly answered, "Yessir."

Davis' father smiled and kicked him again. "Tell, me boy. Tell me how much you wish to thank me. Tell me how glad you are that I'm helpin' you. Say it!" He kicked him harder this time, causing Davis to scream loudly in pain.

"Yessir, thank you sir."

His father's smile widened. "Good, thas what I like ta hear. Now, git! Git yer ugly no-good face outta here!"

Davis quickly picked himself up and ran to his room, locking the door once he was inside. He collapsed against the door, tears falling down his face. Wiping his cheeks, Davis cursed himself. I wish I wasn't so useless and weak. I wish I could live another life. That or death.

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~Norm POV~

TK watched as Davis made his way up the stairs that led to his apartment. Once Davis was out of sight, TK began to walk towards his own home. If he had stayed longer, he would've heard a loud crash that echoed from Davis' balcony.

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~TK's POV~

That sure was a long walk. I mean, the tension between Davis and me was really shaky. All I wanted was a smoke.

As soon as I got inside I called for my mother. I don't know why I even bothered, nobody was home. Nobody was ever home.

You see, my mom's this big time journalist that leads a bunch of amateur journalists through the `field' and stuff. Not to mention that she works overtime by editing half the articles that are sent in, and that's done weeknights and weekends. Being a workaholic like her means that her job comes before everything else in her life. Like me, for example.

I don't mind though. I like the peace and quiet, having a whole apartment to myself. It's pretty cool. It's not the independence that pisses me off, it's the fact that she's so reliant to her job yet neglects the things that she should be responsible for. But sometimes it has its advantages.

On the fridge were two twenty-dollar bills. On a yellow post-it note was:

For pizza

I'll be back by 11 pm

Call if emergency

Mom

"Sweet," I said as I shoved the cash into my pocket.

And then, out of nowhere, I got really depressed. I sat on the couch and grabbed one of the cigarettes from my pocket and my lighter. I sighted with relief once I got it lit and was breathing in its magical fumes.

I'm not font of self-pity. Self-pity gets you nowhere. So, I get angry with myself when I feel sorry for myself. I have no time to cry myself a river. Call me crazy, but I'll go to extremes to get my mind off of it, like threats to myself. I've gone as far as almost jumping off my balcony. I still have a will that I wrote under my bed, along side all the suicide notes I've ever written.

I've thought of killing myself many times, maybe I got an F on a test, lost a game, was feeling alone… I dunno, I guess that I get all depressed, feel self-pity, get angry at myself, try to say that I'm worth something, and then almost jump out of a window. Maybe I hope that someone will care so much that they'll come and try to stop me. The only reason that I'm alive is the hope inside me. I just have this feeling that reminds me that there is a reason to live, that life is precious.

But that day, as I sat on my couch smoking a cigarette, I wallowed in self-pity and regret of life.

"My life sucks. I suck. I wish I lived another life. Hell, I wish I was dead."

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I woke up (I fell asleep?) on the floor (the floor? I was on the couch) and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. My back was against a door and the room was pitch black.

I slowly got up and my eyes began to adjust to the darkness. As I glanced around I saw a few discarded clothing and a blue backpack beside my feet. It was a very familiar blue backpack…

I panicked as I remembered the layout of the room, the clothing on the floor and the brand name tag on that damned backpack.

"Davis' room?" I barely whispered.

I gasped at the sound of my voice and rushed into the bathroom that was on my left. As I flipped the switch that turned on the lights, I nearly fainted as I saw what was in the mirror.

Oh my…

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ST: BWAHAHAHAHA! The real torture begins!!

TK and Dai: ;;

ST: So, whatcha think?

TK: Who, me?

(ST nods)

TK: Ummm… Freaky, not right, completely screwed up?

ST: Sorry I asked..

TK: Sorry I answered.

ST: Hey! Watch it!

Dai: Well, I thought it was kinda sad.

ST: Yea, it was, wasn't it?

TK: *sigh* Yea…

(ST, TK, and Dai reflect for a minute)

ST: So, please RR.

TK: And please stay tuned for the next chap of this story.

Dai: And ST is very sorry if it's not depressing enough for you. She's getting depressed as she writes it.

TK: Yea, the small bits of humor keep her spirits up.

ST: *sniff* Thanks you guys! I knew you'd warm up to me!

TK: Uhhh, who ever said that we liked you?

Dai: Oh, give it up TS! ST! We love you!

ST: Oh Dai, I love you too!

(ST and Dai embrace as TK sits on the sidelines)

TK: Tsk, I don't like you at all! And it's TK, Davis! Get it right for once. Waitta minute… TS, ST… Hmmm…

ST: Oh, TK. Don't be such a party pooper!

Dai: Yeah! That's what toilets are for!

ST and TK: ;;;

(ST drops Dai)

Dai: Owie…

ST: So, until next time…

Tbc……