Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ A Walk In My Shoes ❯ What Is Happy? ( Chapter 13 )

A Walk in My Shoes

ST: Ooo-kay. This is gonna be mucho depressing. I really screwed up these poor peoples' lives.

TK: You've screwed up everything.

ST: Nu uh! Lots a people really like this story! Thank you reviewers! I deeply appreciate all your comments!

TK: Uh huh.

ST: Hey! Quiet you, you, thing.

TK: Nice come back.

ST: Hey, leave me alone.

TK: *sigh* Fine. On with the story.

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~Dai~

When I was little, maybe 8, my mom and dad were real happy. Jun and me were like the perfect kids and my parents were like the perfect parents. Sure, we maybe made some mistakes, but we were all still happy.

But then my grandmother died. I know, everybody has to die some time, but my mom wasn't ready for it.

The first two years were the crying. At first, it was anything. Like if we were sick, or if I had fallen down and scraped myself, whatever. She'd automatically go into a crying fit and hold me like I was 4. it made me want to hide any wounds I had gotten, so she wouldn't cry over me.

When I turned 11, my mom and dad threw me this really big birthday party. Since I was a "pre-teen", I wanted to light the candles myself. And because my mom was Miss Protector, I never knew how to hold a candle. It turned out that I held the candle so the flame was pointing down, causing it to burn faster. Before I knew it, my finger was burnt.

When I cried out in pain, my mother stared bawling and kissing my hands. My father had had enough. Enraged, he made all my friends leave and grabbed me by my arm.

My mother yelled at him, trying to make him stop, but he only held me higher and higher until I heard a pop.

He dropped me and I crumpled to the floor. My mother tried to run to me, but my father would only kick me further away from her. I didn't cry. I didn't shout. I didn't do anything.

My arm wasn't moveable and I couldn't feel anything. There wasn't any pain, but I was scared shitless that my dad would do it again.

My mother kept persisting, trying to get closer to me, crying desperately to my father. He wouldn't let her, pushing her forcefully, telling her that I was just fine.

They were at it for about an hour, me just lying on the floor. Then, my sister came home from being at her friend's house. My father instantly told her that I was trying to get the cookies out of the top cabinet and fell to the floor.

My mother was still trying to help me, weeping hysterically. My father told Jun to ignore her and drag me to the hospital, that they'd be there in a while.

I think Jun knew he was lying, but she wasn't one to question authority like my father. She picked me up and carried me the whole way, being extra tender with my arm. Luckily we lived pretty close to the local hospital.

I remember the nurses jumping on us, asking too many questions.

What happened

Where are your parents

How long

How

Who

Why

Where

When

The lights and the voices began to swirl and I saw no more. When I woke next, I saw my mother sitting beside me. I was in my bed and had this big brace thing around my shoulder and down to my elbow.

I never really knew what happened to me. My mother wouldn't tell me, and my father wouldn't either. My dad took me out of the hospital right after I was treated, even though they recommended not to.

After that, my mother wasn't so protective any more, but she always had tears in her eyes. Also, my father started to drink, heavily. He was almost never home after school and wouldn't come home until late in the night.

My mother's condition only got worse and worse. She kept falling deeper into depression.

Life got better when I became a digidestined. I had a purpose, a reason to be. And I could fall down and get a bruise with out my mother flinging her self onto me.

But when I would come home late, I'd find her in her room, sobbing her heart out. I'd feel bad for leaving her alone, but I had to tend to my duties.

My father, if and when home, would quickly become angered by her crying and would hit me or kick me so she would stop.

About a year after we finally defeated Malomyotismon, it seems as though she had had enough. When I came home from school one day, I saw her. On the kitchen floor, blood everywhere.

The police claimed that she must've been cooking when she suddenly decided that dying would be better. She took a carving knife and slit her wrists. It took her about two hours to die the doctors said, due to blood loss. It really had taken five years, and due to misery.

My mother's death is what drove my father insane. He would spend every waking hour at the bars, only working small jobs when he needed the money, for more beer. He was always drunk.

He blamed it on me, telling me that I was useless and that I had caused my mother's death. He would beat me senseless and I wouldn't say a word.

I thought for a while that maybe I was to blame. That I was the reason that my mother died.

I stared cutting, as if that would show that I was sorry and wanted to repay her for her pain. It's hard to explain, cause I wanted to die, but I was a coward and couldn't go through with it. I loved life, just not the one I was living. I felt as though I owed my mother.

See? Confusing.

I thought, maybe. Maybe… I don't remember what I was thinking.

I guess I just didn't care.

Maybe, I decided to live for my mother. And that's why I didn't want to die. It's hard. To explain.

But that's how it is.

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TK sat, pale faced and devastated. He wasn't expecting, all of that.

"You-you, lost your mom? I-I never, I didn't… Oh god, I-"

Davis wiped a few tears that clung to his face and shook his head at the stuttering blonde. "It's okay. It was a long time ago."

TK blinked. "What? She died when you were, what? Thirteen?" Nod. "My god Davis! That's huge! How come you never told me, or any of us for that matter? My god…"

Davis merely shrugged his shoulders. He bent his head, ashamed a little. Then he heard sniffling. Looking up, he saw that TK was crying.

"Hey! Don't you dare cry for me. I-I, just stop…"

TK gave him a look of confusion. "Davis, I care. You, you. And I-I"

"Hey, care for me, just don't cry, kay?"

TK thought for a moment before sighing and wiping his own tears away. "Alright. My turn."

Davis hesitated. "Are you sure?"

TK nodded. "Hell yea am I sure. A deal's a deal. Are you ready?"

Davis nodded as the blonde prepared his story.

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(ST dodges various hard objects that are being thrown at her)

ST: I'm sorry! Did I go too far? But you've gotta admit, it all kinda fits in so perfectly, huh?

TK: If you like sad sadistic stories like this one.

ST: ……

TK: Oh, I forgot, you do.

ST: It's actually quite funny! I'm a happy person who loves depressing stories! Isn't that funny?

TK: It's depressing, actually.

ST: Pshhh, whatever.

TK: *groans*

ST: Well, please review.

TK: Until next time…

[tbc]