Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. The storyline is, however, of my authory.
No Wings To Fly
by
Marie Darkholme
0. Prologue
I sat on my bed. My view was blurred by my crying eyes. I wiped them to my arm. I looked around my empty room. The pain was too much to handle. I just couldn't stand it.
I looked at my hands and again around me. It seemed unbelievable, surreal. I still couldn't figure how I got myself into it. I picked the sharp object at my side.
It was over.
My tired body fell over the bed. A red liquid fluid slipped over my hands through my fingertips, finally ending on the floor. I could almost hear the drops hitting the ground.
It was over.
I closed my eyes. As my mind drifted away, I couldn't feel anything anymore. Then memories started filling my empty mind. Memories of other times when I was young and life didn't seemed as complicated and bad as now. Then memories of pain came but I didn't fight them back.
It was over now.