Suffer so alone part 2
I would just like to say a huge thanks to all the awesome people who read and reviewed part 1. Your reviews were so nice and they made me feel so good :) . Thanks heaps.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any of the characters so don't waste your time pursuing legal action
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Koushiro awoke with a start and blindly swiped at his bedside table to swat his alarm off, then groaned slightly and rolled over. A few sickly rays of sun droned through the gap in his curtains, and from their paleness he knew immediately that it was raining again. A smile crossed his lips, but vanished after a second, when his sleep dulled brain realised that today was a school day. He closed his eyes slowly and sighed. Friday. Finally the week was almost over. Two glorious days of staying alone in his room and not having to deal with anyone lay ahead. He smiled weakly. He didn't know many people who looked forward to staying in their room on weekends, avoiding all outside contact and only vacating the sanctity if a request from a parent arose.
He pushed himself up and turned to look at the clock. It read 7:03 in soft green numbers. Sighing, Koushiro climbed out of bed, wincing slightly as his bruised ribcage stretched, reminding him of the people that awaited. He shuffled to the lounge to retrieve his uniform from its place above the heater, and smiled slightly when he saw it neatly folded on the coffee table, with a note strategically placed on top.
He picked up the note and opened it.
It read:
Darling Izzy,
As you will probably know I am away until Tuesday on my nurses conference, and your father has that meeting, so won't be back until Monday evening. We're both sorry to leave you alone again, I came into say goodnight last night, but you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you. I picked up some groceries on the way home last night so there's plenty of stuff to eat there, and you know just to call Mrs Kamicha next door if there's a problem.
Love you darling,
Mom
His face remained expressionless as he read the note, and as he screwed it up and tossed it into the rubbish tin. He retrieved his uniform, got dressed and went back into the kitchen, where he silently prepared a breakfast of toast and hot chocolate. Glancing at the clock, he saw it read 7:20, so he walked to the lounge, sat down and turned the TV on. He sat watching a cartoon and eating his breakfast until the clock read 7:40. Silently and expressionless, he brushed his teeth and repacked his schoolbag, and checked the clock again. 7:56.
The day was very similar to that of Thursday, the light misty rain was falling once again, but in the interest of comfort, Koushiro had decided to wear a jacket today rather than letting the rain which he consoled with so much wet him. As he walked, cars slished by on the wet road, and small groups of students from his school made their way along his route, sheltered by umbrellas and raised folders, laughing and talking as they made their way at a snails pace. He didn't even bother to look up at them. Walking along at a steady pace, his face set in a sad and uninspired expression, eyes seeing but not registering the slick pavement, he covered the average distance in just over 10 minutes.
He passed through the school gate, and followed his daily route between the classrooms to a group of covered seats where the digi destined met every morning, interval and lunchtime. As usual, Sora was there talking to Mimi, who amazingly had fully adjusted her mindset and was actually succeeding quite well in all her classes, much to the groups chagrin, about the girl issues that affected them, and Matt was sitting next to them, looking cool and uninterested, but with one ear obviously cocked towards the conversation. As he got closer, Koushiro could plainly hear that Sora was talking about her distaste of the girls school uniform. "I'm sick of the skirt being so short, I look like some...some.. some cheap pick up!" He could not help but be amused with this, and joined the trio with a small grin imprinted on his face.
"So you think this is funny do you Izzy?" Sora questioned him. He looked at her, his black eyes dancing slightly, and smiled.
"I don't mind it" He replied, laughing slightly. Matt echoed his laughter, which only made Sora more frustrated.
"It's easy for you guys, you get to sit around and watch us parade ourselves like prostitutes and wear your nice long pants, while we have to strut around looking like god damn sailors!" Sora said in a rather stressed tone. She had a habit of repeating herself when she got like this, and her rants often ended with her asking Tai to make the other guys shut up.
Koushiro had got nicely lost in Soras rant, forgetting his miseries and tormentors. Smiling he looked around, and saw a group of four boys from his class standing round over by his from room. Immediately the rare smile faded from his face, and his expression became dull again. The group were all friends from the same school, and lacked in breeding as much as they lacked in intelligence. They were thugs, oldest in the form, and were the low type that enjoys picking on others. Their bullying was worse than what most of us have experienced. They weren't content to merely taunt him, they beat him up on regular occasions, usually in front of many others, which added to his feelings of helplessness and loneliness.
When the bell rang, the others moved quickly and rather merrily onto class, laving Koushiro sitting alone at the bench biting his lip, trying to gain another couple of minutes before he had to go and face them. He waited until his form teacher arrived and they started moving inside, then he quickly made his way over.
He quietly entered the classroom, and made his way to his seat, not making eye contact with anyone. He heard a few gasps, whispers and giggles, and once in his seat, he snuck a glance upwards, and saw several of the people in his class looking at him and talking hurriedly between themselves. He sighed quietly, knowing that some slanderous lie had been spread about him. In the past he had adopted a facade that fooled the others into thinking he had a thick skin, when in fact inside his spirit was breaking and all he wanted to do was run away and cry.
But instead of asking someone what was going on, he bit his lip again and stared down at the scarred surface of his desk. After rollcall, he silently walked to his first class, making sure to stay well behind his bullies. As he walked he noticed that there were more gasps and looks in his direction, shocked looks from the girls and rather aggressive looks from the boys.
He stared back down at the floor, trying to avoid making contact with anyone, trying to lose himself in himself, but was jerked back to reality when he was slammed into a bank of lockers by a large, rather intimidating senior. He looked up at the seniors face with scared black eyes, his heart racing, not knowing what was going to happen.
"So you're the fucking little faggot" the senior said in the typical jock voice, while viciously screwing up Koushiro's shirt by his neck as he pushed him up hard against the lockers.
"Wha...what...what?" Koushiro asked in a scared tone, looking right into the seniors dull eyes, which were slightly glazed over, indicating too much football had taken their toll on brain cells.
"Word round is that you're a fucking gay"
"What are you talk...talking about, I'm not gay" Izzy replied in a slightly whiny tone, totally taken aback by how far this false rumour had spread.
"Yeah, well thats not what everyone else is saying, better hide at lunchtime, cause we hate fucking gays, and we're gonna smash you over" The senior said in a threatening tone, before letting him go and walking off.
Koushiro fixed his shirt, blinked a few times to regain his composure and then walked hurriedly off. A hundred thoughts ran through his head, what was he going to do, who had spread the rumour, why did everyone know about it, was that senior serious...
All through maths, English and chemistry he sat quietly, not listening to the teacher, wondering what he was going to do, and dreading the lunchtime bell. He had figured out the rumour was the doings of the thugs in his class, they were held in rather high regard by the dumbed out jocks, who were so simple and mentally backward, they would believe anything, especially if it was anything negative about anyone. He was so nervous and worried about what he would do, he was shaking, and could barely copy the notes down during chemistry, the period before lunch.
The lunch bell pierced the air, striking a chord in Koushiro's chest, and causing his heart to race. He collected his books and went out of the classroom in a daze, those hundreds of thoughts swimming through his head yet again. The few minutes it took him to get to the cafeteria were a blur to him, he was so panicky he had lost his ability to think logically, he just wanted to meet with his friends and not have to fight.
He strode along the hallway, and looked up to see the doors to the cafeteria were just ahead. To his horror a group of about 15 senior jocks came out of the adjacent hall, noticed him and started walking his way, talking noisily to each other and cracking their knuckles.
End of part 2.
What will happen? Can Koushiro handle the slanderous rumour spread about him? More importantly, can he handle the seniors? Find out in part 3. The continuation of Koushiro's worst day ever.
I would just like to say a huge thanks to all the awesome people who read and reviewed part 1. Your reviews were so nice and they made me feel so good :) . Thanks heaps.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any of the characters so don't waste your time pursuing legal action
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Koushiro awoke with a start and blindly swiped at his bedside table to swat his alarm off, then groaned slightly and rolled over. A few sickly rays of sun droned through the gap in his curtains, and from their paleness he knew immediately that it was raining again. A smile crossed his lips, but vanished after a second, when his sleep dulled brain realised that today was a school day. He closed his eyes slowly and sighed. Friday. Finally the week was almost over. Two glorious days of staying alone in his room and not having to deal with anyone lay ahead. He smiled weakly. He didn't know many people who looked forward to staying in their room on weekends, avoiding all outside contact and only vacating the sanctity if a request from a parent arose.
He pushed himself up and turned to look at the clock. It read 7:03 in soft green numbers. Sighing, Koushiro climbed out of bed, wincing slightly as his bruised ribcage stretched, reminding him of the people that awaited. He shuffled to the lounge to retrieve his uniform from its place above the heater, and smiled slightly when he saw it neatly folded on the coffee table, with a note strategically placed on top.
He picked up the note and opened it.
It read:
Darling Izzy,
As you will probably know I am away until Tuesday on my nurses conference, and your father has that meeting, so won't be back until Monday evening. We're both sorry to leave you alone again, I came into say goodnight last night, but you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you. I picked up some groceries on the way home last night so there's plenty of stuff to eat there, and you know just to call Mrs Kamicha next door if there's a problem.
Love you darling,
Mom
His face remained expressionless as he read the note, and as he screwed it up and tossed it into the rubbish tin. He retrieved his uniform, got dressed and went back into the kitchen, where he silently prepared a breakfast of toast and hot chocolate. Glancing at the clock, he saw it read 7:20, so he walked to the lounge, sat down and turned the TV on. He sat watching a cartoon and eating his breakfast until the clock read 7:40. Silently and expressionless, he brushed his teeth and repacked his schoolbag, and checked the clock again. 7:56.
The day was very similar to that of Thursday, the light misty rain was falling once again, but in the interest of comfort, Koushiro had decided to wear a jacket today rather than letting the rain which he consoled with so much wet him. As he walked, cars slished by on the wet road, and small groups of students from his school made their way along his route, sheltered by umbrellas and raised folders, laughing and talking as they made their way at a snails pace. He didn't even bother to look up at them. Walking along at a steady pace, his face set in a sad and uninspired expression, eyes seeing but not registering the slick pavement, he covered the average distance in just over 10 minutes.
He passed through the school gate, and followed his daily route between the classrooms to a group of covered seats where the digi destined met every morning, interval and lunchtime. As usual, Sora was there talking to Mimi, who amazingly had fully adjusted her mindset and was actually succeeding quite well in all her classes, much to the groups chagrin, about the girl issues that affected them, and Matt was sitting next to them, looking cool and uninterested, but with one ear obviously cocked towards the conversation. As he got closer, Koushiro could plainly hear that Sora was talking about her distaste of the girls school uniform. "I'm sick of the skirt being so short, I look like some...some.. some cheap pick up!" He could not help but be amused with this, and joined the trio with a small grin imprinted on his face.
"So you think this is funny do you Izzy?" Sora questioned him. He looked at her, his black eyes dancing slightly, and smiled.
"I don't mind it" He replied, laughing slightly. Matt echoed his laughter, which only made Sora more frustrated.
"It's easy for you guys, you get to sit around and watch us parade ourselves like prostitutes and wear your nice long pants, while we have to strut around looking like god damn sailors!" Sora said in a rather stressed tone. She had a habit of repeating herself when she got like this, and her rants often ended with her asking Tai to make the other guys shut up.
Koushiro had got nicely lost in Soras rant, forgetting his miseries and tormentors. Smiling he looked around, and saw a group of four boys from his class standing round over by his from room. Immediately the rare smile faded from his face, and his expression became dull again. The group were all friends from the same school, and lacked in breeding as much as they lacked in intelligence. They were thugs, oldest in the form, and were the low type that enjoys picking on others. Their bullying was worse than what most of us have experienced. They weren't content to merely taunt him, they beat him up on regular occasions, usually in front of many others, which added to his feelings of helplessness and loneliness.
When the bell rang, the others moved quickly and rather merrily onto class, laving Koushiro sitting alone at the bench biting his lip, trying to gain another couple of minutes before he had to go and face them. He waited until his form teacher arrived and they started moving inside, then he quickly made his way over.
He quietly entered the classroom, and made his way to his seat, not making eye contact with anyone. He heard a few gasps, whispers and giggles, and once in his seat, he snuck a glance upwards, and saw several of the people in his class looking at him and talking hurriedly between themselves. He sighed quietly, knowing that some slanderous lie had been spread about him. In the past he had adopted a facade that fooled the others into thinking he had a thick skin, when in fact inside his spirit was breaking and all he wanted to do was run away and cry.
But instead of asking someone what was going on, he bit his lip again and stared down at the scarred surface of his desk. After rollcall, he silently walked to his first class, making sure to stay well behind his bullies. As he walked he noticed that there were more gasps and looks in his direction, shocked looks from the girls and rather aggressive looks from the boys.
He stared back down at the floor, trying to avoid making contact with anyone, trying to lose himself in himself, but was jerked back to reality when he was slammed into a bank of lockers by a large, rather intimidating senior. He looked up at the seniors face with scared black eyes, his heart racing, not knowing what was going to happen.
"So you're the fucking little faggot" the senior said in the typical jock voice, while viciously screwing up Koushiro's shirt by his neck as he pushed him up hard against the lockers.
"Wha...what...what?" Koushiro asked in a scared tone, looking right into the seniors dull eyes, which were slightly glazed over, indicating too much football had taken their toll on brain cells.
"Word round is that you're a fucking gay"
"What are you talk...talking about, I'm not gay" Izzy replied in a slightly whiny tone, totally taken aback by how far this false rumour had spread.
"Yeah, well thats not what everyone else is saying, better hide at lunchtime, cause we hate fucking gays, and we're gonna smash you over" The senior said in a threatening tone, before letting him go and walking off.
Koushiro fixed his shirt, blinked a few times to regain his composure and then walked hurriedly off. A hundred thoughts ran through his head, what was he going to do, who had spread the rumour, why did everyone know about it, was that senior serious...
All through maths, English and chemistry he sat quietly, not listening to the teacher, wondering what he was going to do, and dreading the lunchtime bell. He had figured out the rumour was the doings of the thugs in his class, they were held in rather high regard by the dumbed out jocks, who were so simple and mentally backward, they would believe anything, especially if it was anything negative about anyone. He was so nervous and worried about what he would do, he was shaking, and could barely copy the notes down during chemistry, the period before lunch.
The lunch bell pierced the air, striking a chord in Koushiro's chest, and causing his heart to race. He collected his books and went out of the classroom in a daze, those hundreds of thoughts swimming through his head yet again. The few minutes it took him to get to the cafeteria were a blur to him, he was so panicky he had lost his ability to think logically, he just wanted to meet with his friends and not have to fight.
He strode along the hallway, and looked up to see the doors to the cafeteria were just ahead. To his horror a group of about 15 senior jocks came out of the adjacent hall, noticed him and started walking his way, talking noisily to each other and cracking their knuckles.
End of part 2.
What will happen? Can Koushiro handle the slanderous rumour spread about him? More importantly, can he handle the seniors? Find out in part 3. The continuation of Koushiro's worst day ever.
