This is the first chapter of my first Digimon fanfic. It is a Angst/Drama fic with some romance and focuses on Daisuke. Please review.
Warnings for this chapter
Cussing
Angst
Violence
Disclaimer I do not own Digimon in any way shape or form!
Feeling scared today
Write down "I am ok"
A hundred times the doctors say
I am ok
I am ok
I'm not ok
Song: Electro-Shock Blues
Band: Eels
I was sitting on a soft cream couch. My head was down. I was staring at my hands. Across from me sat a stern but kind looking woman. I don't care to remember her name.. "So Daisuke how are you feeling today"? she asked, her voice was too nice to be true. "Alive, doc" I say bitterly to her. She nods as she writes something down in my file. I look up at the clock in the corner of the room: 12:00 P.M. I have been sat here for almost half an hour. My friends must be eating lunch by now. I vaguely hope that they wonder why I am not at school today. I sigh and look at my therapist. She moves a strand of her coal black hair away from her blue-gray eyes. Looking up at me she smiles tiredly. She then checks her watch. "Looks like our time is up for this week Daisuke. Please take your meds and call me if you need anything". She says, getting up from her office chair and opening up the door out of her office. I nod at her as I grab my school bag. I get up slowly and leave quickly. When I step out of the building, I put on my mask of a happy-go-lucky kid and make my way back to school.
Once I arrive at my school I run down the halls to my next class. As I step into the classroom, I feel all those eyes, staring at me. I smile a goofy smile and hand my art teacher the note from my therapist. After reading it he nods and tells me to go to my seat. I make my way over to my desk and sit down. I get my notebook and pencil out of my bag and set them down onto my desk. I feel someone poke me. I turn to my left to see Takeru with a confused look on his face. "Where have you been? You have missed most of the school day" He asks. I look into his kind blue eyes and just for a moment... I let my mask slip "It doesn't matter Takeru, nothing does" I reply quickly. I panic as he frowns at my words and looks like he is about to ask me the dreaded 'what's wrong' question. "Daisuke, Takeru pay attention"! Saved by teacher, now that's something new.
The day seemed to fly by after that encounter and before I knew it, it was time to go home. Oh joy!, I thought bitterly. I decided to take my time walking home. Hell maybe I would even go to the park to prolong getting home. Ha! If that place can be called my home. No one knows but dad left us a year ago. Since then, mom has stopped caring and started drinking. Big sis Jun moved out two months ago, saying she had all she could take. Leaving me to try to pick up the pieces. I have been trying to but nothing is easy. I learned that lesson between the ages of 6 and 10. Nobody seemed to care that four kids; many years older than me, liked to beat me and tell me that my life did not and never will matter. Yeah. That led me to taking my dads razor to my wrists and my dad forcing me into therapy. Once I started going I was told I had major depression and PTSD and was given colorful pills to take, antidepressants. I sighed as I came out of my thoughts and saw the apartment building I live in, aka: my own personal hell. There was no use turning back now.
I make my way up the stairs to the third floor, door five. I dig the key out of my pocket and unlock the door. I brace myself. As soon as I open the door I have to duck because mom threw a wine bottle at my head. I tried to ignore her screaming voice as I closed the door and made my way to my room. I almost make it. However, mom tackles me and slams my head into the floor. She screams about how it was my fault that dad left her. Ugh now I am seeing spots. Damn! I try to clear my hazy vision as I attempt to get her off of me. No such luck. She grabs something that is just out of my line of vision. "Shit!" I cry out in fear. Okay that something was definetely a knife. She had just stabbed me in my left arm. Just after mom pulls the knife out of my bleeding arm, I manage to gather just enough strength to push her off of me. I dash to my room and shut and lock my bedroom door quickly. I hold my left arm and shake. I hear her beat at my bedroom door. Soon after she must have passed out. I finally let go of my left arm to take a look at the damage. "Fuck"! It is rather deep this time and I can tell that I need stitches. How am I going to hide this?