It would be so easy...
By: Katalinia
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Warning: This is a very depressing fic that focuses mainly on Jun.
Jun sighed as she turned off the T.V. She hadn't seen anything that interested her, but she hadn't been paying attention. Jun was home alone, since Davis had gone off with his friends and her parents had wanted to get out. She got up and went to the kitchen. She looked around a bit but didn't find anything that looked interesting. She left the kitchen, caring a steak knife, and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
She looked into the mirror, and saw her tired, drawn face. She looked like she had survived something devastating, but really it was a depression only she knew about. She hid it from the world. Not even her parents knew about it, but she didn't think they'd really care, anyway. They'd probably just send to a 'therapist' and think that everything would be fixed afterward.
^But it won't be.^ Jun thought to herself. ^Everyone hates me. Even them, but they're not going to say it aloud like Davis does.^
She sighed yet again and looked down, raising her right arm so the pale, sensitive, unprotected flesh was shown. She made a fist, causing the veins to rise. The veins that carried her life force in them. She raised the knife and held it above her wrist.
"All I have to do," Jun thought aloud. "is push down or cut. Either way, the vein would be punctured, and I'd be dead before anyone got home."
She didn't move, though. She just stood there for what seemed like an eternity.
^What would it matter, though?" she wondered to herself. ^If I go through with this, I'll be out of my misery forever, but so many others would be sad. My parents, friends, even Davis. If I don't, though, then I'll be miserable 'til the day I die, and no one will be sad over me.^
She glanced back at the mirror, thinking of a few words in a song: 'Life goes on; Long after the thrill of livin' is gone.'
^I wonder if the man knew the truth of what he sang.^ she mused. ^Life goes on and on in a never-ending circle. After someone like me dies, there is always another to take my place. What is the point to this?^
She looked back down at her wrist, where the knife hovered just millimeters from above her wrist. She reluctantly made her decision for that night.
^My life is too insignificant for others to be sad over it ending.^ she thought, turning from the mirror and unlocking the door. She went into the kitchen and put the knife away, then went into her room.
She changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed. Without another thought, she let her dreamless sleep take her, feeling the familiar lonely ache settling in her chest.
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Well, that was depressing, wasn't it? Sorry, but I just had to write this down.
~~Katalinia~~
By: Katalinia
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Warning: This is a very depressing fic that focuses mainly on Jun.
Jun sighed as she turned off the T.V. She hadn't seen anything that interested her, but she hadn't been paying attention. Jun was home alone, since Davis had gone off with his friends and her parents had wanted to get out. She got up and went to the kitchen. She looked around a bit but didn't find anything that looked interesting. She left the kitchen, caring a steak knife, and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
She looked into the mirror, and saw her tired, drawn face. She looked like she had survived something devastating, but really it was a depression only she knew about. She hid it from the world. Not even her parents knew about it, but she didn't think they'd really care, anyway. They'd probably just send to a 'therapist' and think that everything would be fixed afterward.
^But it won't be.^ Jun thought to herself. ^Everyone hates me. Even them, but they're not going to say it aloud like Davis does.^
She sighed yet again and looked down, raising her right arm so the pale, sensitive, unprotected flesh was shown. She made a fist, causing the veins to rise. The veins that carried her life force in them. She raised the knife and held it above her wrist.
"All I have to do," Jun thought aloud. "is push down or cut. Either way, the vein would be punctured, and I'd be dead before anyone got home."
She didn't move, though. She just stood there for what seemed like an eternity.
^What would it matter, though?" she wondered to herself. ^If I go through with this, I'll be out of my misery forever, but so many others would be sad. My parents, friends, even Davis. If I don't, though, then I'll be miserable 'til the day I die, and no one will be sad over me.^
She glanced back at the mirror, thinking of a few words in a song: 'Life goes on; Long after the thrill of livin' is gone.'
^I wonder if the man knew the truth of what he sang.^ she mused. ^Life goes on and on in a never-ending circle. After someone like me dies, there is always another to take my place. What is the point to this?^
She looked back down at her wrist, where the knife hovered just millimeters from above her wrist. She reluctantly made her decision for that night.
^My life is too insignificant for others to be sad over it ending.^ she thought, turning from the mirror and unlocking the door. She went into the kitchen and put the knife away, then went into her room.
She changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed. Without another thought, she let her dreamless sleep take her, feeling the familiar lonely ache settling in her chest.
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Well, that was depressing, wasn't it? Sorry, but I just had to write this down.
~~Katalinia~~