Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Soulless Eyes ❯ Empty Eyes ( Chapter 2 )

Next part....I explain how it all happened(the secret is solved*music is playing*)
I think I keep this title....no one has suggestions and I can't think of another. I am still of the opinion that it's stupid, but well...
Thanks to all the people who reviewed the first part....your reviews are really encouraging and please don't stop it!

Soulless Eyes

by Kaeera

I always think about how this happened...

The images are flashing to my mind when I am in your room, the hospital room...

It started so harmless.

It was a beautiful summer day when our parents told us the place we would went for holidays this summer. We both were so excited - we would fly away for the very first time in my whole life.

And the country?

Malaysia.

We spent hours in watching magazines and images with beautiful white beaches, palms, a blue sea and many exotic animals.

The first days of our holiday were just wonderful.
Sunshine, sea and happiness - what do you expect more?

We wrote funky postcards to all our friends, telling them how great the meals are, and that we can swim in the sea while it's raining in Japan. Yeah, we watched the weather report from Japan every day, and when it said rain, we laughed gloatingly.

Then came this day.

You went on this excursion - with my parents. I stayed in the hotel - I wanted to spend my time at the beach.

Late in the evening Mum and dad came back - without you.

Mum was crying. Dad told me that you have been caught by terrorists - kidnapped! First I thought they were joking, but they weren't.
The terrorists wanted to rebel against the government and kidnapped a bus full of terrorists. My parents weren't in this bus because they searched for a toilet.

But you.

My little brother Davis, still a child, was in this bus.

It took over a week to get him back. A week full of tears, worry and sadness.

You looked terrible when we visited you in the Malaysian hospital. Scratches and bruises all over the body. Thin with big rings under your eyes. Pale face - and big, dead eyes.

You didn't speak a single word.

It was a shock for us to see you like that. We tried to comfort you, but it didn't work.
You ignored us, didn't notice us.

The bruises on your body healed, but not the damage in your soul.

They showed us photos.
And told us what you've gone through.

The terrorists hit you and gave you no food.
They killed some of the tourists and let you stay with the corpses - for days!
They killed them in front of your eyes.

Imagine you are a prisoner in a small dark room, with corpses of people....
One week without seeing the sun.
One week without food, only water.
One week full of pain.

That would break everybody.

Even you.

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So many people are crying for you.
Your friends.
Your parents.

Me.

And the time is passing by.

I feel empty. There are no feelings left. When did I laugh the last time?
I can't remember.

Every time when I see someone laughing I have to think of your laughter.
I have to think about how you laughed about me when I used make-up for the first time.
I was so mad about you and chased you through the whole flat.

What can I do to help you?

Is there no way?

Do I have to accept that you are....dead?

I can't accept, no, I can't.

We Motomiya's aren't used to that. We always do something. We find our own way.
And we never give up.
I'm the best example, not? Hey, I chased after Matt over half a year, and I would run after him right now if there wouldn't be something more important.

But your soulless eyes prevent me from doing that.

Davis, please come back. We don't want to loose you.

"I would give everything to hear a stupid and brainless joke from him...."

This is the sentence your friend said with tears in her eyes when she visited you. Kari. Kari and her brother Tai.
Perfect brother and sister - perfect family. Really, they are. They all love each other and show it. And they are so mature in one way...especially Kari.
In our family is nobody mature, not even my parents. We are all crazy, stupid, hot-tempered and happy. We've been happy! Now everybody is crying...

Crying faces - I only see sad and worried faces, all around me.
Sometimes I have to stifle a hysterical giggle then. I know, when I start giggling, I won't be able to stop.

Maybe you don't want to come back....Maybe you think that we don't need you, don't care for you.
I know I have been a nasty sister, and our parents aren't perfect, too.
But we love each other.
I need you. And that's true.

I need someone who fights with me about useless things.

I need someone who eats all the cookies away which I have bought from my pocket money.

I need someone who comes home from soccer practise and puts his dirty t-shirt on my new, white pullover.

I need someone who makes noises when I am learning.

I need someone who is nerving me.

I need you. Mum and Dad need you.

Need you more than all things in this world.

I remember many things. For example our last big fight - about once a week we always have a real big fight, with door slamming, screaming and all things which belong to.
You wanted to watch a soccer game - I wanted to watch a talkshow.

And I had the remote control...

In the end we damaged it and had to watch a stupid documentary all the evening.

I remember that I wished you to hell.

Now I regret it. Maybe it was because of my wish that you are a...doll...now.

A body without soul.

Eyes without a heart.

Where are you, lil'brother?

Just tell me - I will come immediately to help you.

Jun will be there.

Move your hands, give me a sign that you can understand me!
Look at me, look into my eyes!
Talk with me, call me stupid!

Let me know that you are still alive....somewhere, somehow!

You have to be alive...not this so-called life.

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They make lots of therapies with you. There is a special doctor, only for you.

Do you understand? You have a doctor on your own!

She told us that we should talk with you...hold your hands or so.

I try it, but I think it's stupid. I never hold your hand in my whole life, so why now?
Maybe that will scare you away.

And talking with you?

About what?

Shall I sit there and say: "Davis, the weather is wonderful, you are missing many things, and , by the way, your soccer team lost the last game?"

The only things we used to talk about were easy enough:

"What will we eat for dinner?"

"Get out of my room!"

"Stop it!"

"Davis!!!!"

"You will be too late!"

The five most used sentences any family members said to him.
Okay, the 'Get out of my room' was mostly my part.

The doctor talks with you, Davis. She shows you pictures.
Pictures of you playing soccer.
Pictures of Mum, Dad and me.
Pictures of our school.
And pictures of the dead bodies.

Mum was shocked that she shows you this kind of pictures - in her opinion it only will make it worse than it is.
But I agree with the doctor. When you ever come back, you'll have to live with this memory. You can't ignore it, so you have to accept it.

You have to be strong.

You are strong, aren't you? I know it. You are brave and have a big heart. But will you be strong enough for this?
I have read some books since this "accident" happened. Some kids kill themselves because they can't live with the pain, with the images which are hunting them.

You won't kill yourself, not?

You never thought of suicide, and when you heard of someone who did it, you shook your head and couldn't understand.
For you the life was too precious to throw it away.
For me, too.

You enjoyed every single minute, you really lived with full heart.

Isn't it unfair that such a person has this destiny? That life has been stolen from him?
You can't call this life, not?
I think it has been stolen, because I know that you would never give away your life.
We give never up!

Watch Mum and Dad, they are nearly broken, but they don't give up, too.
They hope, and they will never stop hoping.

I know that my thoughts are circling around. I think about the same things again and again.
I just need something which gives me hope, and the belief in the strong will of a Motomiya is such a thing.

But sometimes even Motomiya's aren't strong enough.....

To be continued....

Again, very sad....my poor Davis, will he ever laugh again??
By the way, do you remember that terrorists kidnapped some tourists in Malaysia? That's where I got this idea....I had to search for a reason that Davis is like that....
It doesn't happen much in this part, only Jun thinking again. I love writing her when she is serious!(never expected that...)

Thanks for reading, and feel free to give me any suggestions, okay? - And review ;-)

Kaeera