Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Because I Could not Stop for Death ❯ Death is Knocking ( Prologue )

Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove - He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor - and my leisure too,
For His Civility.

We passed the School where Children strove
At Recess - in the Ring -
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain -
We passed the Setting Sun -

Or rather - He passed Us
The Dews drew quivering and chill -
For only Gossamer, my Gown -
My Tippet - only Tulle -

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground -
The roof was scarcely visible -
The Cornice - in the Ground

Since then - 'tis Centuries - and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' heads
Were toward Eternity -
"Because I Could Not Stop for Death: Emily Dickenson"




Prologue: Death is Knocking

Death is a natural process by which every creature shall succumb to it. There are no exceptions, you can't bribe death, you cant sleep, with death and probably the saddest part of all, you can't please death. Everyone meets him someday, some sooner than others, but they all meet him just the same. So why was it I was afraid? I knew what was going to happen, I had invited it. It was I who picked up the cold steel, and it was I who slashed at my ivory flesh till rivulets of blood flowed, and pooled at my feet. So why was I afraid? Was it because we're never really prepared for his visit? Or is it because I was still feeling the agony of rejection.

Rejection, it echoed in my mind and chimed through every nerve in my body, till oh so gradually did it crescendo into a fortissimo of pain. Slowly the events of a few hours passed played in my mind like some demented silent film, I saw it all but heard nothing save for the pounding of my heart and the quick shallow gasps escaping from my throat.

Damn he was so slow. Couldn't he be a little more punctual, after all I had to be done with this before dad came home, other wise what would have been the point? Death should have come by now, but still I sat on the bathroom floor in a pool of my own blood, shedding tears like a small child. How dare he reject me! Death had no right to do this, he was supposed to take all and have no favorites. Yet still I sat here among the living, wallowing in my self-pity.

First Taichi rejected me, the love of my life for crying out load, and now the only person who could end my miserable excuse for a life rejected me as well it wasn't fair! I let out a choked sob and began to cry even more. Oh how I just wanted it to end, but it appeared the almighty, whoever that was, had other plans.

"Yama?" A voice whispered frantically from the other side of the door. "Are you in there?"

Taichi! Taichi was here, probably to make sure I died, and that I no longer plagued his existence.

"Yama is everything all right?" he asked with a hint of apprehension creeping into his voice.

"All right?" I said "You tell me Tai, is everything all right?!"

He exhaled a long sigh then spoke again "Yama please come out here, we need to talk, to work things out" he pleaded from the other side of the door.

I could picture his face, his brows furrowed together when he was worried, then he would make those puppy-dog eyes. It was like he was a small child, you just wanted to comfort him, I know that's what I wanted. But he sure didn't.

"Yama please speak to me!" He cried suddenly probably fearing the worst, and with good reason.

"Why should I?" I challenged, "It's not like you give a damn about me." Somewhere deep inside I knew that he must care if he was here at all, but at this pint I was beyond rational thought. All I wanted to do was die.

"Yama I know I acted like a jerk, I was just shocked, thats all. You're my best friend, and I want you to remain that way, always." There was a long moment of silence before I heard his voice again. "Are you even listening to me Yama?" He suddenly cried.

Damn I'd been falling asleep, looked like I'd finally lost enough blood, and death was on his way at last.

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