Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Alone ❯ Chapter 1

Alone

By

CoolMax_Zero

 

 

Zoë was alone again…

 

She was always alone…

 

She skimmed the room looking for something she cared about. Her father had passed out drunk on the floor again. Her mother was only God Knows Where. There was the cat, she kinda' liked the cat.

 

“Why am I still here?” she thought to herself. “What's the point of staying here?”

 

She stood up and brushed the dirt form her skirt. It flowed through the air and rested on the floor with all the other dirt. With all its friends.

 

Zoë looked at her father.

 

“Only dirt rest on the floor,” she said to herself bitterly. “You're dirt, Father.”

 

Her thoughts drifted back to the night before, the horrible night before. She thought about all the horrible things that happened. She remembered the pain, the fear, and the relief.

 

She remembered the taste of the whisky. She could still taste it on her breath! She could still taste it! She just wanted to rip her tongue out of her mouth so wouldn't have to taste it again.

 

(No! I don't want to! We shouldn't!

 

But you'll enjoy it.

 

You're scaring me!)

 

She still wasn't sure what happened. It was all a blur. She tried to remember what happened. He tried to… But then she… But he did it anyway.

 

Zoë grab her mouth. She was going to vomit. She could feel it rising.

 

(Stop it!)

 

She ran to the window and threw it open. She relishes her toxins on the street below. Zoë thought it might have hit someone, but she really didn't care.

 

(Stop doing that! You're discussing!

Shut up!

 

Stop it!

 

Shut up!)

 

Zoë looked at her father. The bloated, twisted, horrible, thing that is her Father was lying on his stomach on the floor, inches away from Zoë's feet. It made her sick just being close to him. What he had done! It was horrible, inhuman, and vile!

 

(This isn't so bad is it?

 

I don't know.

 

Don't you like this?)

 

Zoë had a horrible thought. She watched her Father's chest pulsate. He was drunk.

Zoë had heard how people who are drunk must sleep on their stomachs. A horrible idea in her head grew, and twisted around her brain. He had to pay. He had to pay! He had to be punished! Would it be such a crime to remover this disgusting thing from the planet?

 

(You know, I don't mind this so much.)

 

She couldn't believe what she had done! She enjoyed it. How? How? It's disgusting!

 

No! It's not true! It never happened!

 

Zoë bashed her head against the wall. It hurt, but she didn't care. She wanted those memories gone form her head. They needed to be removed! Go! Go away!

 

Her skull trembled as her head bashed up against the wall, over and over again.

 

Blood. Blood was rushing from his skull. She didn't care! It had to be gone!

 

Zoë fell to the floor. Her head hurt so much. She didn't remember much. Maybe the thing was gone.

 

She looked over her shoulder and saw the creature, there on the floor. Her Father wasn't her Father anymore. He was a monster. She walked over to him, and pushed on his body. Her father rolled on his back.

 

Zoë watched him for a while. Maybe it was a few minutes or a few hours. It didn't matter. Time had no essence her.

 

His chest raised and felled. There was a loud choking noise. He made more noises. More choking noises filled the room. Sick splashing noises escaped his lungs. A little bit of brown liquid dripped out of his mouth. Then, the noises stopped.

 

Zoë put her hand to her head. She felt something wet there. She pulled her hand away and saw blood. Why was there blood there? She couldn't remember anything. She saw the door.

 

It was time to leave.

 

Fin

 

An anti-drinking story (Or it is?)

 

Contact me at: coolmax_zero@hotmail.com

 

Disclaimer: “Digimon” and all related characters are copyright to Toei Animation. Any original ideas presented within are copyright to Zack Clopton, 2005.