By Elora
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, things about it, and so on and so forth.
Author's Notes: I got this just after watching a "stop the violence" commercial. Another angst/drama and I would like comments on it. You can mail them to me, or put them in with the review feature. The character in this story is 15, 16, or 17 in this story, whatever you wish to envision. This story is a tad gory, and it deals with school shooting.
"Shut up! I work seven days a week and how many do you work? None!" Father's voice screamed from the kitchen.
"Someone's got to watch the children!" My mother answered him even louder.
"You think that I'm supposed to make all the money around here, Natsuko?!"
"No, but we can't just leave them here! They're too young to stay home alone!"
"Do you think I don't know that?!" I heard a slap, and a cry. "How dare you defy me! And don't you dare make any noise!" There was another thump.
I closed my eyes and hugged myself. My older brother held me, and I felt protected from the scary things going on in front of our eyes.
"Let's go back, you shouldn't see this." He whispered to me, and he guided me back into our room.
When I awoke the next morning, mother's eye was black and swollen, and she had seemed to desperately try to cover it with makeup.
"Mommy?" I said, tugging at her long shirtsleeve. "What happened to your eye?" Her arm shook and she closed her eyes tightly when I touched her, but then she answered,
"Nothing happened, don't worry about anything. I just tripped."
I could feel my father's hard eyes staring at me hatefully.
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I don't know what it was about him, but he reminded me…so much of my father.
My horrible, brute father who hurt my mother.
Motomiya Daisuke…
I have never hated anymore, ever! But when I saw Daisuke, acting like he owned Hikari…It made me think of my father, who thought he owned my mother…
And I boiled with rage inside, but I hid it. I tried to be amiable to Daisuke, day after day, but still, he persisted to act towards Hikari the same way and I felt like I was turning my sanity into rage.
…I saw a gun in my mother's room. I was only passing down the hall, but it was in a disheveled drawer, halfway sticking out. It was a shiny and sleek black, maybe only a year old. She must have bought it to protect herself out on the streets, as the areas around us were dangerous, especially at night.
My first thought was to "make him stop".
I spent all night long thinking about what to do…I was sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness of insanity, and when I woke up the next morning, I felt mad. Really, truly mad, madder than anything.
I put it in my bookbag, and when I saw Daisuke after lunch by his locker, hitting on Hikari, I…
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I killed him. Yes, I killed him!
I killed Motomiya Daisuke! I pulled the trigger!
I stopped him from hurting Hikari. I knew that as soon as he got her, he would do the same thing that my father did to my mother!
I watched him bleed. I watched him cry out in pain, convulse on the floor, and die. His crimson colored blood stained the floor, and he stuttered, "Why…?".
I just stared at him hatefully. He deserved to die.
Hikari just stood there in shock. She doesn't know that I saved her from him. She will learn in time that I did it for her own safety.
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"And that, your honor, is why I pulled the trigger."