Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Because I Could not Stop for Death ❯ A New/Old Outlook ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: A New/Old Outlook

It was late in the evening when my parents had come and rescued me from the hell-hole known to the world as a hospital. I had been given some anti-depressants, safely kept in a nice white plastic bottle. They served only to make me more depressed. I had spent only three days in the hospital, because my father, being the very vocal man that he is, talked the doctors and nurses into letting me go home. With an irate parent screaming down your throat for four hours straight, and who also happens to be a news reporter it's very understandable why I was released early. As soon as we returned home though, I knew I was in trouble.

My mother, Natsuko, normally would have headed back to her place with Takeru in toll.** Instead she sent him home with Taichi and Hikari. I was alone with two very angry looking parental units; I honestly didn't know how this could get any worse.

"What the hell where you thinking?!" my father yelled at me.

"Where you even thinking at all?" Natsuko interrupted.

Before I knew it both parents were yelling at each other. Their argument lasted for at least thirty-minutes before either clued in to the fact that I was still sitting before them, and that I should have been their main focus, and not going for each other's throats.

"Your grounded," Dad spat out, finally realizing his son was still in the room. "No movies with friends, no band rehearsals, no concerts, no nothing. You are to go straight to school and then come straight home. Is that understood Yamato?"

"But…" I interjected, that was going just a little bit too far.

"Take away his guitar too!" Natsuko chimed in.

Did I ever mention how much I despise that woman at times? She could hardly care less about me, and now she suddenly wants to start taking away the things I love? Luckily my father shook his head at that saying something about how music soothes the soul. Hey so long as the happy little buffalo was on my side I was cool. Of course this didn't go over well with Natsuko, who immediately started yelling at my dad, accusing him of never listening to her. In truth I really didn't give a shit about what she thought. The woman, despite being Takeru and my biological mother, was not a part of my life. She didn't want me in her life. She made that clear years ago when she only wanted custody of Takeru and not me. Why she thought she had any say in my life is beyond me. Maybe their pitiful squabbles were an indirect result of my attempted suicide. Then again, maybe it was just another reason to yell at each other. How the fuck should I know?

Damn, but I sound so cold, so uncaring; I sound like I went to the park rather than tried to take my life. Is it because I'm in shock? No, that's not it. Indifference. Yeah, that's was what it was, indifference to the whole world. Why did I suddenly have this grim outlook? Only days ago I was happy as could be. I was the most popular guy at school, I had a rock band that was well on its way to stardom, a Digimon, and the coolest friends anyone could ask for. Oh yeah, it was because of him. His rejection, and my stupidity. That's what changed everything. That's why I tried to end it all.

"Pathetic Yamato, that's just pathetic" a voice whispered in my head. "You try and throw it all away just because he couldn't accept you? How cowardly, how pathetic can you be? Don't you have a reason to live? Are you just going to take the easy way out, and bite the big one?"

"Why?" I asked "Why should I bother to live, it would make him happy if I died."

"Well then, don't give him that satisfaction. After all if he can't accept you then he doesn't deserve you." The voice whispered back.

Somewhere deep down inside I knew the voice had it all wrong, that this was the very voice that I had listened to, and allowed to pull me into the darkness back in the Digital World. The very darkness that Gabumon almost couldn't pull me out of. But I didn't care. Maybe it was time to show the world why Yamato Ishida was 'Da Man' and didn't take shit from anybody.

I rose off of the couch and calmly walked into my room whilst my parents began arguing, again. They probably wouldn't even notice I was gone. Pathetic. This would give me time to think about my new outlook on life. Mimi seemed to 'love' me and Taichi seemed to at least like her, so perhaps I would test his emotions, teach him what it was like to love someone and be rejected. It would be so hilariously funny; the person he loved would now reject him for the person he had rejected to begin with. A smile crept over my face as I lay down to sleep. It wasn't a happy smile at all. Piedmon himself would have been proud of the smile on my face. Taichi wanted to play with my mind, fine let him. I'd play with his in return. The fun was about to begin.

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