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I'm gonna say something here. I am a sensitvie person. Various people (some were here, some weren't) have told me what a terrible author I am and that my fics are horrible. Well, for all you people's sake, I won't continue "It Takes Peace". Just deal with my short stories. That's all I ask.
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This fic is based on a real-life event that recently happened to me. Some elements have been changed. I chose these certain characters to write this fic about because the real event seemed to fit them the best. I tried this little idea I had, not mentioning any names 'till the end and not having any dialogue. No flames, please.
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(and I don't own any of this except the fic.)
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"Crash"
The young boy tossed and turned in his restless sleep. His only sibling was coming to visit him. The boy heard his mother awake in the kitchen, and wondered if the appearance of his brother and father would bother her.
He hugged his small Digimon tightly in his excitement. He could hardly contain his giggles as he thought of everything he and his brother would share duiring their visit.
He soon drifted back into sleep, dreaming sweet dreams of having a perfect family back together again.
Near dawn, the young buy was startled awake by squealing tires and screams from his mother. He leapt out of bed and ran into the kitchen, where his mother was crying and pounding her fist on the table.
He softly asked her what was wrong, but all she did was run out the front door, still crying.
The boy followed. Ambulence lights flashed in the woods across the street. Despite the protesting yells of his mother, he ran to where a state trooper stood looking at a totaled truck.
The child saw two men load someone into the ambulence. Another person was still in the truck. The boy immediatley recognized the man as his father. A man from the ambulence told the state trooper that the boy's father was dead.
A million thoughts raced through the boy's mind. His head seemed to spin wildly as he looked into the ambulence. The human he saw was too scarred up to recognize. But a Digimon lay, bruised and bleeding, on the floor. The young boy knew the Digimon, and all at once he realized that the human was his brother.
Two men asked the boy who he was and why he was at the wreck. Throught sobs that shook his whole body, he answered them, explaining that he was this person's brother.
His mother came over then, sobbing for her ex-husband and son. The younger child took the injured Digimon home with him, since the various men there would not let he or his mother go with them to the hospital.
In the early evening of the next day, the boy's mother gently explained to him that his brother had died of internal bleeding. The child tried not to cry as he called his friends, telling them when his brother's funeral was.
~~~
Seven children and eight Digimon stood solemnly over the grave of their lost friend. None could bear to read the name on the headstone:
Yamato Ishida.
**
I'm gonna say something here. I am a sensitvie person. Various people (some were here, some weren't) have told me what a terrible author I am and that my fics are horrible. Well, for all you people's sake, I won't continue "It Takes Peace". Just deal with my short stories. That's all I ask.
**
This fic is based on a real-life event that recently happened to me. Some elements have been changed. I chose these certain characters to write this fic about because the real event seemed to fit them the best. I tried this little idea I had, not mentioning any names 'till the end and not having any dialogue. No flames, please.
**
(and I don't own any of this except the fic.)
**
"Crash"
The young boy tossed and turned in his restless sleep. His only sibling was coming to visit him. The boy heard his mother awake in the kitchen, and wondered if the appearance of his brother and father would bother her.
He hugged his small Digimon tightly in his excitement. He could hardly contain his giggles as he thought of everything he and his brother would share duiring their visit.
He soon drifted back into sleep, dreaming sweet dreams of having a perfect family back together again.
Near dawn, the young buy was startled awake by squealing tires and screams from his mother. He leapt out of bed and ran into the kitchen, where his mother was crying and pounding her fist on the table.
He softly asked her what was wrong, but all she did was run out the front door, still crying.
The boy followed. Ambulence lights flashed in the woods across the street. Despite the protesting yells of his mother, he ran to where a state trooper stood looking at a totaled truck.
The child saw two men load someone into the ambulence. Another person was still in the truck. The boy immediatley recognized the man as his father. A man from the ambulence told the state trooper that the boy's father was dead.
A million thoughts raced through the boy's mind. His head seemed to spin wildly as he looked into the ambulence. The human he saw was too scarred up to recognize. But a Digimon lay, bruised and bleeding, on the floor. The young boy knew the Digimon, and all at once he realized that the human was his brother.
Two men asked the boy who he was and why he was at the wreck. Throught sobs that shook his whole body, he answered them, explaining that he was this person's brother.
His mother came over then, sobbing for her ex-husband and son. The younger child took the injured Digimon home with him, since the various men there would not let he or his mother go with them to the hospital.
In the early evening of the next day, the boy's mother gently explained to him that his brother had died of internal bleeding. The child tried not to cry as he called his friends, telling them when his brother's funeral was.
~~~
Seven children and eight Digimon stood solemnly over the grave of their lost friend. None could bear to read the name on the headstone:
Yamato Ishida.
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