Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon
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"Idiot!"; "He's so stupid!"; "Dumb ass!"; "Loser!"
"Even his own friends don't like him!"
"Can you blame them?"
"I bet they don't even like him!"
I wonder if they realize I can hear them? They're sure talking loud enough. They probably know I can hear them, they just think I'm too stupid to understand what they're saying. I don't really care any more. I know they think I'm stupid, and no matter what I do they're never think other wise. But that's okay. I don't mind, it doesn't really matter any more, because after today I'll never hear another word of it.
They're right you know. Not about me being stupid. I mean, I know I'm not the brightest bulb in the box, but I'm not as stupid as they make me out to be. That's not what I'm talking about. But they are right about one thing: even my own friends don't like me. They just put up with me.
I'm really nothing but an annoyance. I just get in the way and mess things up, but the thing is, I really don't mean to. No one seams to care though. As far as any one else is concerned, I'm just a stupid screw up.
"Hey, what's he doing?"
They're all turning to me now, watching with blank looks on their faces as I step closer to the rode with zooming cars all but flying by. I turn their way and smile at them, but it's not my normal happy-go-lucky smile. It's forced and I'm sure it looks very unnatural on my face, so out of place.
They look scared now; their eyes look like the size of saucers as they stare at me with their mouths hanging open.
At this point I can't help but wonder: will any one care? I think back to my so-called friends.
Flash back
"You idiot!" T.K screams as he throws a punch. I glare furiously at him before punching him back.
"What was that for?"
"You could have gotten us all killed with that reckless stunt!"
"I was just trying to help!"
"Yea, well we don't need your kind of help!"
"Fine! Then I'll leave!" and with that I stormed off, every one immediately going to comfort T.K, but no one even glancing my way.
End flash back
That was a week ago, and none of them have talked to me since. No, they won't miss me; but what about my family?
"You idiot! Look at these grades! Couldn't you at least pretend to care!"
"I can't believe you!"
"Why did they have to have YOU?"
No, they wouldn't care either. So, I guess no one cares weather I live or die? Wow, my life's really pathetic. Sigh, of well, it'll be over soon.
And with that thought I step into the moving traffic, and the last thing I hear is the sound of screeching tires, screams, honking horns, and one person yelling "no" above all the other noise.
I turn just in time to see my friends on the other side of the rode before a big, shiny, bright red car crashing into me and I feel like I'm flying just before every thing goes black. I don't even feel any pain, I'm just numb.
Hear lies Davis M.
Loved in life
Missed in death
And never forgotten
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A/N: Don't ask me why but I wanted to write a suicide, but even after writing this the craving isn't filled. I don't think it's sad enough. I still want to write a suicide, so I guess if you like angst you're in luck, 'cause I'll be writing more.