Sometimes I Feel Like Hurting

By: KimMi

Prelude

KimMi: Another Henryo from KimMi! But, unlike some, this one has a plot, and this one has angst! Yeah!!

Clowmon: How could you write this? And your Yami calls you the innocent one?

KimMi: Whether my other half is a yami or hikari, it matters not. I shall write this fic! * heroic pose *

Clowmon: How can you be so... giggly when you write such dark fics?

KimMi: Don't know. I think it has something to do with the fact that I raised by homicidal maniacs that spoiled me so I was innocent and deadly at the same time. * giggles * Me no owny Digimon!

Clowmon: * hides her head under a pillow * Help me.

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~ Sometimes I feel like screaming. Just throwing everything to the wind and letting it all come out in one earth shattering burst.

Sometimes I feel like crying. Ignore everyone and let it stream out in crystal drops that purify.

Sometimes I feel like hurting. Tearing away at the flesh till there's nothing left but bone.

I think I might be going crazy, but it's perfectly normal for teenagers to go through depressive periods.

It's perfectly normal to fall in love.

Love hurts.

But love's not suppose to hurt and break and be forbidden.

Love's suppose to be perfectly normal.

Sometimes I feel like hurting. ~

A white flaring pain blinded him. The icy fire that burned his being felt like something sweet.

~ It feels like love. ~

Love hurts. Whoever said that was wiser then many give credit for. Love isn't meant to feel warm and fuzzy. Love wasn't meant to be hated and forbidden.

But love was meant to feel wonderful. The pain love brought was a dizzying, extraordinary, unbelievable high that you couldn't help but become addicted to; just like it felt now with a blade embedded in soft flesh.

A soft pant from the mouth of the one who had cut their wrist, working it's way into muffled screams of pain.

~ Sometimes I feel like screaming. ~

Blood dripped down the wrist of the one who had cut their wrist. What better way for the heart to weep then through the crimson tears it pumped?

~ Sometimes I feel like crying. ~

The pain. The intoxicating pain that flowed from the one who had cut their wrist.

~ Sometimes I feel like hurting. ~

Focusing on the image in front of him, our protagonist stared at himself in the mirror.

Tanned Asian skin, glazed silver eyes, blue hair...

With a sharp inhale, the glazed eyes cleared and inspected the wound.

It was small. It always was. He wasn't stupid enough to leave any evidence. The blade was well hidden, blood cleaned, and wound effectively concealed.

Didn't anyone wonder why he was still the only one to wear wristbands?

As he pondered those thoughts, he brought up his hand, licking at the blood absentmindedly.

~ I think I might be going crazy. ~

Love is normal. People do it everyday. It happened in movies and books and mangas. It was a holy thing.

~ It's perfectly normal to fall in love. ~

It wasn't normal for people to cuts themselves. It wasn't normal to cut because of love.

~ Love hurts. ~

Love causes pain. Love can bring pain so intense that it tears away at your soul and heart. It tears and claws until it leaves nothing but an empty shell. Love can hurt most when it's not suppose to happen.

~ But love's not suppose to hurt and break and be forbidden. ~

You see love everyday. It's something that plays a part in everything. But the love always plays by the rules. Love never strays from the chosen path. Love plays a certain way to be accepted.

~ Love's suppose to be perfectly normal. ~

Love that isn't allowed. Love that brings pain. Love that is forbidden and delicious and utterly excruciating. Love that makes you feel urgent and addicted to the wondrous hurt it brings.

~ Sometimes I feel like hurting. ~

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KimMi: * blinks * ... * blinks again * Wow, and I thought this was gonna be a one shot ficcy. Oh well. This is the prelude. In the next chapter, Henry's 'love' will be discovered by someone close. And no, it's not Ryo. It's someone else.

Clowmon: Stop blabbing and write the next chapter of this sadistic romance.

KimMi: You're cranky. What's wrong?

Clowmon: You do know this is the fourth fic in a row that you've had me muse? The fourth romance fic, and the third Henryo. I'm not even going to mention the other coupling you wrote.

KimMi: LUCATO (Lucemon/Takato) FOREVER!!

Clowmon: No! No more!

KimMi: R&R. We all do want Henry to get help, right?