Hello C:

I am Teeder, this is my first attempt at a fanfic. I'm sorry if it sucks, but I'm new. Bear with me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, or any of the characters. Blah blah blah.

So without further ado, we begin.

Yamatos POV:

Fear. Fear was the only word to describe how I was feeling at that moment. After another night spent wondering the streets of Japan I finally returned home. Why you ask? Why was a 23 year old man (if you could even call me a man) afraid of returning to his own house? I paid the bills, I paid all the bills with no help. I was the lead singer of The Teenage Wolves (though you couldn't really consider us teenagers anymore). I could have any girl I wanted. So why did I chose her? Why did I have to steal the only girl my best friend, er.. Excuse me.. Ex best friend was ever into. Why did I have to life in fear? Why was I totally alone amongst thousands of people. Everyday I had to hide the bruises, of what she did to me...

If I had the courage I'd leave her. For fuck sake, I'm a man. I should be able to tell her to leave, I should be able to leave her. I'm stronger than her, at least I tell myself... I'm not. I feel pathetic, you never hear about this happening to men, why can't I stand up for myself? I'm worthless. Maybe she's right... This is all my fault. I can't stand outside of my "house" forever. If you could even call it a house. This isn't my home, this is hell. As long as my "girlfriend" lives there it's not my house.

I was shaking, I doubt even if I wanted to I could actually get the key in the keyhole. My heart was racing, every beat seemed to be faster than the last. You can do this Matt I kept telling myself, she wont hurt you... you've done nothing. It was half true, I didn't do anything to make her mad, except staying out all night. God I was exhausted. I looked like a bum, though it didn't seem to be a problem to all the fan girls that demanded pictures and autographs last night. I just want them to leave me alone. On the other hand, why couldn't my girlfriend be more like them? More loving.

I'm going to open the door. I'm going to do it, and I'm going to stand up for myself. Maybe I'll finally leave her, I'll run away and never look back. The apartment was technically mine, but there's no way I'd be able to get her to leave. I'm going to do it. I'm going to open the door.

I did it. Someone my shaking hand was able to open the door. She wasn't there. At least I couldn't see her, maybe she was out. Maybe I was free. I'd grab all my stuff, and I'd leave. I'd go live with Takeru until I found a place of my own. Yes. Takeru would be there for me. Takeru loved me. I was over run with happiness, this is going to be easy.

"Matt?" I heard coming from "our" room (I usually slept on the couch). My heart started racing again. I didn't know what to say. She's going to hit me. She's going to throw whatever she can get her hands on at me. She's going to remind me how worthless I am. I am worthless.

"Uhhh... Hi Sora..." was the only words I managed to spit out. She emerged from our bedroom, looking pissed as usual.

"Where the fuck were you last night?" she yelled at me. Staring at me, her eyes burned. I knew were this was going. There was nothing I could say to calm her down.

"Uhh... I uh... I was just out..." I had no idea what to say.

"You're a pathetic piece of shit Yamato. All you have is your band. Which is shit. You think you can just run away whenever you feel like it?" her words hurt.

"Sora... I..." was all I managed to say before I could see her getting closer. She pushed me, she was a lot stronger then she looks. I fell to the floor. I managed to get back on my feet, and slowly walked away from her.

"Sora, please..." I pleaded with her. I could see her pick up a vase. She whipped it at my head, she had good aim. It hit me, and broke into many pieces. I could feel my face bleeding. I couldn't hurt her, it was my fault she was mad. I did this to her.

"Matt you're pathetic, look at you" she grabbed my head, smashing it into the mirror hanging on the wall. It smashed, just like the vase.

It was too much, I fell to the ground. I was sobbing, trying to breathe in between every pathetic sound coming from me. I could barely breathe. I looked up at her. She looked so calm, I couldn't stand her face. She started to smirk. I just lay there, looking pathetic as ever. Worthless. Alone. No one was going to defend me, there was nothing I could do.

Eventually I just passed out, in a puddle of my own blood.