Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Disbelief... ❯ December 11th ( Chapter 2 )

This story is based on true events happening in my life. People and places have been altered to respect privacy and fit into Digimon. The subject deals with suicide, and mental problems. I have realized that writing this story works out my own frustrated emotions, and cope better with what's happening.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, nor do I rule over the events happening in the fic, although it is based on real life.

I was left to cry there, waiting outside there,

Grinning with a lost stare, that's when I decided,

Why should I care,

Cause you weren't there, when I was scared,

I was so alone…

Avril Lavigne, Losing Grip

Disbelief…

December 11th

Yamato stretched and yawned as he sat up in bed. He had stayed up until three, going through stuff that his brother might need at the hospital. The events of earlier were still fresh in his mind. After coming home, everyone seemed to call him up. Tai called to ask what the heck was going on. Like Matt, he hadn't believed TK was capable of doing something like that. Miyako was different, as she told him that she was sorry about what happened and asked where he was. Matt told her, but also said that no one was supposed to see him. She gave a small chuckle and told him that they had obviously never met Miyako Inoue. Daisuke and Kari called about the same time, asking about any changes and reminding him to call them when something came up. All of the digidestined called at one time or another, causing Matt to lose track of who called. He spent some time, however, getting messages from them all to give to Takeru.

It was getting late when he decided to go to his room and get his mind off of it. He picked up his guitar and started strumming it, trying to think of a song that fit his mood, but gave it up and placed the instrument aside. He then got an idea and got out a small notebook. He flipped through it and found a blank page.

He started writing something and was just about finished when his dad walked in. "Hey, Matt," he called. "Your mother was wondering if you'd like to go over to help her pack some things up for TK."

"Why?" Matt asked as he walked into the living room.

"He got transferred to the university hospital and will be staying there for a week. Me and your mother were going to visit him in the morning and thought that you might want to come along. Maybe it would help him to see his brother." Masaru said with a slight smile.

"What do you mean, help him?" Matt asked, worried.

"Well," his father began, "he's not speaking, and the doctor said that he was really angry and looked like he could get violent. He's right now on suicide watch at the hospital."

Matt nodded, swallowing. "Do they know what's wrong with him yet?"

Masaru shook his head. "No. They can't diagnose him yet until he starts speaking."

Matt frowned, but let the subject about his disturbed brother drop. "I'd better get over there before mom has a cow."

Masaru nodded and handed his eldest son his coat. "Don't worry about being over there too late, because your mom said she could drive you home."

Matt sighed and began pulling on a pair of pants. They weren't going over there for about two hours, but he felt like getting up and doing something. He pulled a shirt over his head as he made his way into the kitchen to make breakfast.

***

Daisuke looked over at the item Kari had picked up. It was a giant teddy bear with a heart that said, 'get well soon.' "This would be perfect for him," she said quietly, a small smile playing across her features.

"Umm, Kari, don't you think that's kind of big?" He asked, looking at the two-foot tall animal.

"Why do you say that?" Kari said, frowning.

"I mean, we all want TK to get better, but that's kind of pushing it." He stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Besides, I don't have the money for it."

"I do!" Miyako said, digging into her purse for it. "We all were going to pitch in for a present while he's in the hospital, but I don't care if I donate the most money."

All three had decided to get Takeru a present from all of them, but Daisuke was thinking more along the lines of a card. He didn't expect, however, for Kari to pick up a large friendship card. "This too. That way we can all put what we want to say on it. That would definitely cheer him up."

"I wonder if we'd be allowed to visit him." Miyako mused. "Thankfully, no one in my family has been like that, but it would give me a better perspective if one was."

All three paused and frowned. "They probably won't, now that I think about it," Kari muttered under her breath.

Daisuke shook his head and glanced down at his watch. "Um, guys, we'd probably want to wrap this up, seeing as most of us have to go to school."

Miyako huffed. "Well, I'm sorry if I was in a higher grade than you, Dai!"

Kari rubbed her eyes and sighed as she saw the beginnings of a fight. "Miyako, how about you go ahead and buy the stuff, and me and Daisuke can give you the money and head to school." She sweatdropped as she saw Dai and Miyako arguing over whether or not college was actually school. "Umm, Dai, Miyako, did you hear me?" They both ignored her and Kari sat back to watch the fight unfold. This is going to be a long day…

***

Yamato frowned as his father's car left the highway toward the university. Today was the day that he was finally able to see his brother. His stomach tightened, and he could already feel tears try to escape the corners of his eyes. The blonde looked forward toward his mother and father, who were both looking at the road. They hadn't said much, which slightly scared him. He knew his father was silent, and didn't want to show what he was feeling, but his mother was a different story. He had expected her to tell him that TK was alright, that he was going to get better. Instead, she had become almost as unreadable as Masaru. He hunkered down into his seat and crossed his arms. I hope that this won't be a repeat of yesterday, he thought.

When they pulled into the parking lot, Matt could tell the difference between the other building and this one. This one seemed newer and cleaner, while to him the other one seemed seedier. He honestly didn't want to be here, but unfortunately TK was. He shuffled his feet as he walked, eager to see Takeru, but reluctant to see him in this state.

When they entered the building, Masaru led them to an elevator. He pushed a button, and the elevator door closed. They waited for a minute to get to their floor, and when the door shut behind him, Matt felt trapped. He was about to turn around when he felt a hand grasp his shoulder. "He'll be fine," his mother reasoned. "He'll get better."

No, he won't, Matt thought. He'll have this hanging over his head, while I couldn't help him at all. Nevertheless, he still walked down the hall until he saw a set of double doors. They stopped, and Matt was about to ask why until he saw his father push a small button on the wall. They don't want him to get out and hurt himself, he thought sadly.

They walked in when an elderly lady motioned them in from inside. Matt looked around and felt his stomach twist with anxiety. There were children in here, most of them with distant or sad expressions on their faces. Only two of them had smiles, and they were only four or five years old. Christmas decorations were up, but it did little to cheer up the lonely atmosphere. Matt stepped back while the lady at the counter checked the bag that they had brought. "All right, Mr. Ishida and Ms. Takashi," she said, after they signed in, "Takeru will be in room 3-B. It's on your right."

Masaru and Nancy thanked him and motioned Matt to follow. Matt's mind screamed at him that TK didn't belong here, that he should be at home with their mom. He walked slowly, seeing a couple of the kids look at him. When they figured that Matt and his family were going to see TK and not them, they turned toward their tasks at hand. He passed by a girl on the phone, and overheard a part of the conversation. "But mom," she pleaded, "Why won't you come visit?" He saw out of the corner of his eye that she had burst into tears, and was being led away by an assistant. Doesn't belong here, Matt thought resolutely. Why wouldn't a mother come visit her daughter?

They entered the room, and laying on the bed was his brother. He was wearing some clothing that he must have worn the day before, and his blonde hair looked a mess. His arms and legs were crossed, like he was frustrated at something. His eyes were closed, but opened slowly as he realized they were there. "Hey," he greeted softly, and looked around at each of them. As his younger brother's gaze settled on him, Matt could feel a slight chill settle into the room. TK had never looked at him icily, but there he was, glaring with unrestrained hatred. Matt took a couple of steps back, not believing that his brother was looking at him like that. "What is he doing here?" TK asked, a current of anger running in his voice.

"Honey, Matt wanted to see you," Nancy replied, but looked at Matt questioningly. "Why?"

"You told them!" TK said angrily, grabbing a shoe that was beside him and chucking it at his older sibling. "Why'd you tell? No, wait, I don't want to know. Get out!" He sat there; chest heaving as sobs escaped him.

Matt, not knowing what to do, left the room as he felt tears of his own trying to escape. "I have to get out of here," he muttered, as he signed himself out and pushed the door open. He pushed the button for down at the elevator and waited, silent tears running down his face as he tried to convince himself that it wasn't true, that what his brother said was because he was unstable.

He got outside and was standing there sobbing, the cold biting through his coat. That's when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw his father there, looking down at him with tears in his own eyes. Matt's arms slowly encircled his father's waist, and both of them stood there crying in the light.

To Be Continued…

As I stated above and in the earlier chapter, this is a true story. If you decide to flame (which I honestly hope you don't), then you are an ass and need to get your head examined because I can't deal with idiots like you.

~Charbonne