A broken mirror stands out in the old room, a place long deemed unlivable, and whould have stayed that way if a young red head

A/Note:

Normally you won't catch me writing Digimon or Yaoi(such as Daiken/Kensuke) But while writing Digimon fic for one of my friends(in return for a fic she is writing for me) I got inspired, and my friends know what happens when I get inspired to write something, I write it. SO here is another short notice inspired fic. (What? I wrote it in 20 min!)

If you want to see my other short-notice-inspired-fic, click on my Author name and then scroll down to my only x-file fic, that took me 15 min to write.

Beacon

By Falcon-Rider

A broken mirror stands out in the old room, a place long deemed unlivable, and would have stayed that way if a young red headed boy hadn't found it a solemn enough place to express his pain. A glint of silver metal in the dark causes the boy to stare at the object as he lifts is toward his hands. What had brought him this far? Many would say, the entertainment industry, or they may blame it on life style… but who would have thought that a boy with "friends" and a "model" family would have been brought down to this… maybe people didn't know as much as they thought they did about him…

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Why does everyone hate me?

I stand there but still they say things,

Can't they see me?

I'm standing right next to them.

Only two feet away.

But I still hear;

I wish you were on TV,

Then I could just push mute!

Or

I never knew he could make this much sense!

Can't they see the pain it causes?

My reply is as always a joke

Useless Humor that usually gets it's own reply with more insults.

More stupidity they think.

More inane chatter,

We don't really need to listen.

They think I don't notice she doesn't love me.

That she loves him,

I can see it everyday

I see it in the looks, the gifts, just the way they act toward each other

They think I don't see it,

But they think a lot of things, don't they?

I know she's not mine,

I'm not as stupid as they think.

When they say things the pain deepens,

First a scrape,

Then a cut,

Then a deep scar that can never truly be removed;

At least not completely.

All my "friends" hate me,

I can see that when I just say 'hi.'

My Family… what Family?

The ones that ignore me except to say;

'Go to your room,'

'Stop it!,' or 'Your grounded!'?

That's not Family, is it?

And if it is… why would anyone want to have one?

The torture that touches my heart will last forever…

Or I thought it would,

Until you came along.

One of two friends,

Once an enemy,

An outsider yourself,

You understand the hurt,

You have felt the pain just like I do now.

I watch you through fake eyes as you admit… what is it?

Fear?

My perfect beacon afraid?

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The young red Head stares into the mirror his expression blank as the razor traces a thin line over the edge of his palm. A hand catches his and empty brown eyes look up to see an expression of Compassion held within knowing beacons of dark indigo. Long held tears reach the surface and tears fall across a tired face as the child of Courage and Friendship finds solace in Kindnesses arms.

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Maybe you're not so perfect after all.

But that won't stop you from being my light, my beacon.

Nothing can, nothing will ever be able to.

In my secluded heart I know that's true.

~~Fini~~

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