Wow, I get the weirdest inspirations. Seriously, I was just drawing and some of my newly long hair fell into my face. Then poof, this plot was born.
Warnings: Angst, cutting, and mentions of drugs and alcohol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. I am not making any money off of this story. All I receive are my own delusions of internet popularity.
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There was only one reason matt had kept his hair long. Actually, he had only grown it out by accident.
You see, most bands were doing it nowadays, so Matt figured he could just let it grow a little.
Instead, it turned out to be a lot. He wasn't trying to be vain, he wasn't flaunting his homosexuality, and he wasn't just following the crowd.
Over time, it grew out and matt had had every intention of cutting it. But unfortunately, it had taken on a whole new purpose.
No, it may have been unmanageable and it may have made him look a bit like a poser, but right now it was Yamato Ishida's personal curtain.
If a conversation turned sour or he was with a bunch of people he had never met or even if he just wanted some alone time to muse, all he had to do was lean forward and let the hair fall forward and hide his face. It was just a convenience at first, but after a while, he seemed to need it more and more.
First was for the falling out with Taichi. Granted, just finding out your best friend is gay would make most people uncomfortable around them, but Taichi outright ignored him after it.
Then, he started having regular fights with his family. His dad didn't want a faggot son, his mom didn't want him to be a bad influence on Takeru, and TK was just going through a phase where he didn't like anyone in his family. Matt knew he'd get over it just like he himself had, but at the moment it really hurt.
Probably the last straw was when his band broke up. They just couldn't get enough gigs. Everyone just broke under the pressure and suddenly didn't want to associate with anyone else in the band.
And so, Matt had gone from on top of the world to his very own personal hell. That was why he started to get into the three things schools always lectured against: alcohol, drugs, and cutting.
In Matt's twisted world, it helped him out. They were his ticket out of the reality he so loathed. And maybe, he thought if he continued it, he would accidentally overdose, cut too deep, or poison himself. Maybe it's what he wanted all along.
So, he now sits out in the empty alley with a razor blade. The drugs are wearing off, and he's long since sobered up. He leans forwards and lets his hair fall over his face as he slides the blade up his forearm.
All that he has left now is the razor, the blood, and a curtain to keep everything out. And on this night, it's all he'll ever need.
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Okay, don't flame me for Tai deserting Matt. I actually like the Taito pairing. This is just for drama purposes as the main plot revolves around angst.
Please review. This is my first Digimon fic so I'd like to know whether I messed something up.
