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I do not own digimon.
Author's Note: A depressing story that I made up by reading a certain book. If you've read it before, then I'm sure the later chapters will help ignite your mind. I've rated it PG-13 for now, due to violence, suggestive themes, and profanity. If you don't like this content then please do not continue to read. I've warned you…
ALONE
Chapter One: Crisis
By: UNKNOWN
I didn't want to wake up today. I never did. My clock buzzed for about four minutes before I shut it off. I got up to brush my teeth and wash my face with cold water to wake myself up. My breakfast was a simple egg and some milk. I put on a heavy jacket and walked outside.
It was raining. Rainy days make me angry. I was walking off to school without much hurry. It was foggy and I couldn't see very well. I squinted to see past the haze to make out the roads. I crossed a street and made my way quickly through the open gates of Odaiba High School. The bell rang immediately as I entered my first class.
The heater was on- that was something worth coming to school for. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around my seat. The chemistry teacher hadn't arrived yet so I shifted to a more comfortable position. I slumped in my seat and almost dozed off. The chemistry teacher arrived. He said we'd be doing an experiment. He was explaining the process of mixing the chemicals and all, but I wasn't listening. My eyes were fastened on Kari, who was looking attentively at the teacher. Her hair spilled down her shoulder like water; she had allowed it to grow to almost waist length. I wanted the teacher to shut up so I could relax. But he wouldn't. He kept yapping about some boring crap that I didn't want to hear.
Apparently he had lied. We didn't do the experiment today. He explained all the directions then assigned us to read part of it in some lab book. I think I lost my lab book. Lazily, I lifted my backpack off the table and I walked out the door. I still wasn't awake yet for some reason. I bumped into Kari on the way out. She smiled and said something to me, but I forgot what she said. I went to Pre- Calculus next.
I couldn't find any of my friends. I walked to the room alone. I saw Kari ahead of me talking with her friends. T.K. was wandering around outside the room. He asked me how it was going. I shrugged and he punched me playfully. I shook him off and made my way to my seat. My head was spinning and I felt very drowsy. I was taking notes and sleeping at the same time. In front of me, Kari was straightening her hair. Her hair had a sweet scent of strawberries, which smelled very unique. The overhead projector was very bright- looking at it caused me to narrow my eyes. It made me feel very sleepy, so I closed my eyes. Two minutes later- or ten, I don't know, I felt the knuckles of someone rapping one my skull. Waking me from sleep with force makes me grouchy.
Instinctively, I lashed out with one of my fists and felt it connect with someone's face. Startled, I lifted my head from the covers of my arms. Some kid who I thought had an even bigger ego than me staggered back, holding his nose. The teacher wasn't in the room so I went back to sleep. I didn't care about the guy's bleeding nose. It was his problem, not mine. I had a feeling that everyone was looking at me, but I pushed it out of my mind. The bell rang and I suddenly remembered that I hadn't copied the homework down. Kari was already out of the room, and T.K. was busy yapping with some girl. This reminded me of the winter formal- but I couldn't go. I had work that day.
U.S. civics came next. I usually sleep in there all period. Ken sat next to me on my left and Kari to my left. Ken was busy jotting stuff down and Kari was zoning out. She leaned against me and whispered that she was bored out of her mind. I could feel her body pressed against mine and I felt a strange tingle go up my spine. She did this often though- I supposed that it was a sign of friendship. I nodded my head in agreement, then leaned forward to doodle. I wanted to draw something massive, but al I could muster was a bolt of lightning.
The rain stopped. The pounding on the window had piped down to indicate that. I unzipped my jacket to let some of my body heat escape. I was sweating due to that stuffy room. We didn't do much in Physical Education. It was raining so we were free to do pretty much what we wanted to. Some stupid freshmen were playing tag, which looked very amusing. One tripped and I snickered, causing him to stare at me with anger. I crossed my arms and averted his gaze. He went back to his friends. Some of my friends came over to chat with me. I didn't talk much- I was in a grumpy mood today. The kid I gave a bloody nose to earlier appeared to have forgotten about it. He was playing basketball with some girls. I shook my head and then went back to listening to my friends. They were talking about working out and being buff. It was so damn annoying that I told them to leave me alone. They stared at me and asked if I was okay. I shrugged and scratched my bushy hair.
My last period came next- English. I didn't have foreign language or arts partly because I had taken them all in the past years and in the summer. The teacher was talking about antecedents and other stuff. One of my friends, who enjoyed smoking, looked deader than a statue. He was biting his lips and he was shaking all over. I thought that the nicotine had finally gotten to him. In mid-period, he cracked up. He was high or something- he began running around the room and throwing the books off the bookshelves. A dictionary hit me in the forehead and left a small bump there.
I yelled, "What the fuck do you think you're doing you dumbass?"
He replied with insane laughter. The teacher was struggling to pin him down. Before his teaching career, he had served in the army. I didn't believe that my friend had the power to take him down, but he did. My friend kicked the teacher in the nuts and he went down. Now apparently, he tried to lift the computer to toss at the wall. I walked up to him and punched him in the back of his head. His head slammed against the computer and caused the glass to crack. He turned around and elbowed me in the stomach. T.K. came over to pull me away.
"Call the damn police," I heard the teacher gasp.
My stomach hurt like shit. It was like I had swallowed a knife or something. My friend- well, he wasn't going to be my friend much longer, finally managed to raise the computer above his head and he slammed it against the wall. Next door must have heard it because I heard some screams. T.K. had used a girl's cell phone to dial the police. Some girl was tending the cut on my head with a cloth and a cool hand. I heard her whisper words to me, but they weren't clear. I could feel blood rolling down my check and hear materials crashing against the walls. Adrenal was coursing throughout my body but in vain- I didn't have the energy to stand. Police sirens were wailing in the distance. I don't know what my friend was dong but he grabbed a girl- I think she was one of my friends, but my blood blurred my vision so I couldn't tell- and stripped her of her shirt. She was screaming and T.K. was yelling. The police sirens were getting very loud now.
I could only make out the silhouette of my girl friend and the deranged bastard, and it appeared that he was fondling her breasts. I heard a loud bang and some deep male voices. I assumed that they were the police.
"Get off of her!" someone shouted.
I saw my smoking friend reach into his pocket and pull out something. I heard a few clicking noises, and then a loud bang.
"What the fuck!" a guy yelled.
T.K. was crouched beside me; I could hear his heavy breathing. A few more shots went off, then stopped. Through my blurry vision, I saw my smoking friend grasp at his arm area and then fall. A long silence pervaded the room. An officer suggested that we get outside. Three more people came in and I felt strong arms tug at my shoulders. I assumed that some medic was carrying me out. I told him that I didn't want to go to the hospital. He said that I had suffered major blood loss and would have to go. I clung my feet in place and repeated my statement firmly. He muttered something about teenagers, then wiped the remaining blood off my forehead. He let me down and I opened my eyes. He told me to be careful but I wasn't listening. I was staring into the darkness of the English class. I could see a devastated room, frightened students, and the glazed eyes of my now dead friend.
Staggering, I tried to walk out to the parking lot. Some person said it was one thirty. It was normally about my time to walk home. The wet grass almost made me slip, but I held my ground. Kari, who had the same class after I did, came running up to me. She opened her mouth to ask something, I think that it was about what we did in class, but then she noticed the cut on my forehead. She asked if I was okay. I smiled and told her that as long as she was there with me, I'd be okay. She bit her lip and put her books on the floor. She reached up to feel my forehead, which was burning hot. My stomach growled angrily- from food or pain, I'm not too sure. She gave me another look with her soft brown eyes. I couldn't deny to myself how much I wanted her right then- her slender form was easily noticeable underneath her small white jacket, and the beauty of her face just overloaded my mind.
I told her not to worry about me and that I should be getting home. She picked up her books and smiled at me. I felt my heart twitch and I turned away. I met up with T.K. in the parking lot. There were at least four police cars, two ambulances and a fire truck. The fire truck was whisked away to take care of something else. I asked T.K. how he was doing. He said that they were talking him to the hospital to get a nasty gash stitched up. He asked me if I wanted to see it. I said no. He shrugged and followed a medic into the back room of the ambulance, then the car drove off.
"Davis."
I turned my head slightly to see my addresser. It was Kari. I asked her why she wasn't in class. She told me that the teacher didn't feel too well so he let the students wander around. I turned the rest of my body to face her. She blushed, then asked me if I wanted to go to the winter formal with her. I was about to say yes, but then I remembered that I had work that day so I said no. I think that she took it the wrong way because she looked very sad. I tried to hold her hand to comfort her but she ran off. I felt very guilty.
I watched her disappear around the corner of a building. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt stab my heart- I had caused her to be sad… I also couldn't believe that I had turned down an offer to a dance by Kari. I jammed my hands into my pocket and began to walk home. It was very difficult- I kept reeling from side to side and my head was spinning. I tried to get a hold of myself but couldn't. The sun had appeared from behind the moody clouds and it was bearing heavy heat onto me. I removed my jacket and slung it over my shoulder. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead and they stung at my cut. I wiped them off and continued on. When I reached home, I tossed my backpack onto the floor and fell on my bed. I didn't care to do my homework…maybe the teachers would let me pass this time. I pulled the sheets over my body and fell asleep.
When I awoke, I was sweating. The bed was hot and my body felt sticky. I went to the restroom to take a nice shower. The cool water felt good against my hot skin. After I got out, my mom called me out for dinner. Obviously she didn't know about the events at school- I wanted it to stay that way. Jun and my dad were already seated at the table busily eating. I took my seat and picked up a fork. Jun was the first to notice my cut. She asked what had happened at school today. I ignored her. I picked at my dinner until I felt sick. I asked to be excused. I tried to do some of my chemistry homework, but none of it made sense. I still didn't know the Pre-Calculus homework, and I didn't know the history homework either.
Out of the television, I heard the news reporter talk about our school. No doubt they were discussing the event I was in. My dad called me over. I told him that I didn't want to talk about it. I think he understood because he didn't respond. I rubbed the scab on my forehead and sighed. I wanted to phone Kari to tell her I was sorry, but Jun was on the phone. After about an hour, she finally got off. I called Kari. Tai picked up and he asked me if I was all right. I told him yes and that I wanted to speak to Kari. There was a long pause, and then Kari picked up. First I asked her about the homework- I didn't want to start things too rapidly. She said that she knew I was up to something. I asked how she knew.
"Davis, you have never asked for homework in the seven years that I have known you," she said simply.
I said," Fine. Kari- I'm busy on winter formal night. But I'd be happy to take you out on some other day."
There was a silence at the other end and I was afraid that she had hung up. But when she responded, her voice had a hint of amusement and laughter.
"It's a date," she said. Then she hung up. I assumed that she wanted to discuss it tomorrow. For the first time today, I was happy. I smiled to myself and laid back on the soft mattress of my bed as I looked up at the ceiling and recalled that I still didn't know what the homework was.
Well, this is the start of several more vignettes to come. I am thinking of posting up two chapters at a time, since they are so short. But that would take more time so this is really controversial. Comments, suggestions, complaints? Review please!