A/N: First chapter. Here we go.
Chapter 1
It wasn't until long ago that we started to notice changes in her. Our sweet little Cordelia wasn't the same. It was just the little things. Her gradual withdrawal from us. From me. Her lack of focus, her slipping grades. Her attitude did a 180. I never knew anything about Cordy's past. Her life before we met her was shrouded in mystery. I wish I knew what was waiting for me.
A girl dressed in black rolled over on her stomach. She buried her head in the pillow. She couldn't let her see her cry, but the digimon sensed it before she could hide it. "What's wrong?" Tilamon asked. "Nothing," Cordelia replied unconvincingly. She tried to muffle her cries with the pillow. "Ok," Tilamon said. She knew something was wrong. Lately she'd been pulling away from her. She could barely remember her smiling face. She missed when she wore her long hair in pigtails. But now all of that was gone. She had changed. She looked at her. Chipped black nail polish covered her nails. She wore a pleated black mini-skirt with a black tank top. Her black lace up combat boots was sprawled on the floor. Her head was still buried under the pillow. Her muffled sobs could be heard. The tan and white digimon jumped up on the bed and curled up next to her. "Leave me alone," Cordelia said between sobs as she knocked Tilamon to the floor. Cordy, Tilamon thought, please talk to me. I want to help. What's happening to you?
I can't tell her. I can never tell anyone. After it happened, I vowed never to tell anyone, to keep all my feelings inside. So no one gets hurt. So no one else leaves me. I'm only hurting myself. I lay back, and watched the scary movies playing on the inside of my eyelids.
We were called back to the Digital World. We were "needed" again. Was I the only one who felt like we were being used? I needed to be alone. To clear my head. The past few weeks had been a blur. I wandered off by myself, assuring everyone that I was fine.
I saw her leave. I knew something was wrong. Something had always been wrong. She just wouldn't open up to me. I managed to slip away from the group unnoticed. I followed behind her at a close distance. She stopped in a clearing and kneeled down by an odd looking tree. She was in pain. How can I explain this? It was like...it was like I could see the battle going on inside her head. Good versus evil. Light versus dark.
Movement. Behind me. I turned my head, a bit maniacally. Him. I relented.
Control. For a split second, my grasp on her mind slipped. This...boy. The serge of emotion that she felt. It...was...unbearable. Struggling for control. This being required further study. He could ruin all of my plans. Elimination was eminent. I need full control.
"So now you're following me," I began. I watch the words come out of my mouth. My voice. Not my thoughts. A prisoner in my own body. He was the last person I wanted to hurt. This was all my fault. If I hadn't... He was going to get involved. I knew it. It showed me. He couldn't get caught up in this. So I ran.
She turned and ran deeper into the woods. Tilamon wasn't there to protect her, but I was.
So how did the darkness take over...? My friends know nothing about my past. I vowed never to discuss it. As far as I'm concerned, what they don't know can't hurt them, only me.
I didn't live in Odaiba all my life. I used to live up north, in the countryside. Near the mountains. In the fall, the leaves would turn beautiful shades of orange and gold, and in the spring, the cherry blossoms would bloom. I was 11, and naïve. I didn't have a care in the world. I was always a loner. Shy and reserved by nature. I grew up in a sheltered environment. I was happy, and I always felt safe. I lived with my mom and my sister. My dad abandoned us from when I was very young. I had learned to live with it. The three of us had a very close bond. It was almost like we were all sisters. We felt each other's pain. I'd always thought that...that the love that binded us, protected us, I was wrong.
A close friend of our family hurt us. Hurt us in a way I've never talked about, until now.
We trusted him. We cared about him. How could he betray us like that? How could he take them away from me? My mother and sister were raped and killed. I was...abused. I was forced to watch everything. He laughed. I cried. I escaped with my innocence. I left everything else behind.
~*~
I could see them swimming in pools of their own blood. I was frozen, I couldn't move. The knife was stained with blood. He held it high in the air, and started again. I think I screamed, I don't know. All I heard was a loud ringing in my ears. Their faces were so pale. Their eyes open wide in sheer terror.
~*~
Before he left, he threatened to kill me. He told me if I ever told, he'd come back and kill me. He pressed the knife against my stomach, making sure to draw blood, and as quickly as he came, he left.
I ran up the stairs, from the basement to the first floor. I ran into the kitchen, a hand over my wound. I found the phone, and dialed 911.
~*~
I had no other family, besides a father who didn't want me, so I was put into foster care. That's when I met my "parents." They promised to love me, take care of me, and help me. My "dad" was a doctor, my "mom" was a lawyer. They could give me anything I wanted, but nothing I needed, like real love. I admit that the bond between us was deep, but they could never give me the unconditional love that I had with my mother and sister. I kept thinking that they never really loved me, they just pitied me.
I got used to crying myself to sleep, but the nightmares were torture. Every night I'd wake up in a cold sweat, screaming for my real mother. My heart was heavy from all of the grief and pain. I never wanted my "parents" to worry, so I never said anything, and put on a smile; a mask that everyone grew so accustomed to, except me. But then I met Tai, and all of my other digidestined friends. Suddenly, I had a reason to smile. A reason to exist. Then I found out that there was a girl he liked, and it wasn't me. After that, I found more and more reasons to shut myself off from the rest of the world, including him. So why shouldn't the darkness come for me? Why not? I was ready for it.
I fell on my knees gasping. "Leave me alone," I said taking advantage of the bit of control that I had. This was insane. I cared about him. How could I do this? And just as suddenly as it had come, it left. I felt a cold, tingling sensation as it seeped from my soul. Where is it going? I asked myself, still not too relieved, even though it had left. Then I heard it. The scream that will haunt me forever.
I found my self in another clearing. Cordy was nowhere in sight. She's nearby I thought. Leaves rustling jarred my thoughts. Curiosity encouraged me to take a look. Something jumped out of the bushes. A shadow. Too quick for me to follow. Before I could turn around, it hit me from behind. Then everything went dark.
The boy was too easy to take care of despite his courage and inquisitive nature. Nothing will stand in my way.
I'll never get to tell him. Never get to say how I feel, even if he doesn't feel the same way. I'll never feel the warmth of his embrace, the tender feel of his kiss...
I followed the sound of the scream. My heart ached because I knew what I would find. Since that time, it had begun to rain. I found him not too far away, under a tree. Well...then you know what happens next. So now I'm here fighting for my life, and his. Waiting for the end. Waiting for the darkness to enter me one last time.
For every light, there is a dark.
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Chapter 1
It wasn't until long ago that we started to notice changes in her. Our sweet little Cordelia wasn't the same. It was just the little things. Her gradual withdrawal from us. From me. Her lack of focus, her slipping grades. Her attitude did a 180. I never knew anything about Cordy's past. Her life before we met her was shrouded in mystery. I wish I knew what was waiting for me.
A girl dressed in black rolled over on her stomach. She buried her head in the pillow. She couldn't let her see her cry, but the digimon sensed it before she could hide it. "What's wrong?" Tilamon asked. "Nothing," Cordelia replied unconvincingly. She tried to muffle her cries with the pillow. "Ok," Tilamon said. She knew something was wrong. Lately she'd been pulling away from her. She could barely remember her smiling face. She missed when she wore her long hair in pigtails. But now all of that was gone. She had changed. She looked at her. Chipped black nail polish covered her nails. She wore a pleated black mini-skirt with a black tank top. Her black lace up combat boots was sprawled on the floor. Her head was still buried under the pillow. Her muffled sobs could be heard. The tan and white digimon jumped up on the bed and curled up next to her. "Leave me alone," Cordelia said between sobs as she knocked Tilamon to the floor. Cordy, Tilamon thought, please talk to me. I want to help. What's happening to you?
I can't tell her. I can never tell anyone. After it happened, I vowed never to tell anyone, to keep all my feelings inside. So no one gets hurt. So no one else leaves me. I'm only hurting myself. I lay back, and watched the scary movies playing on the inside of my eyelids.
We were called back to the Digital World. We were "needed" again. Was I the only one who felt like we were being used? I needed to be alone. To clear my head. The past few weeks had been a blur. I wandered off by myself, assuring everyone that I was fine.
I saw her leave. I knew something was wrong. Something had always been wrong. She just wouldn't open up to me. I managed to slip away from the group unnoticed. I followed behind her at a close distance. She stopped in a clearing and kneeled down by an odd looking tree. She was in pain. How can I explain this? It was like...it was like I could see the battle going on inside her head. Good versus evil. Light versus dark.
Movement. Behind me. I turned my head, a bit maniacally. Him. I relented.
Control. For a split second, my grasp on her mind slipped. This...boy. The serge of emotion that she felt. It...was...unbearable. Struggling for control. This being required further study. He could ruin all of my plans. Elimination was eminent. I need full control.
"So now you're following me," I began. I watch the words come out of my mouth. My voice. Not my thoughts. A prisoner in my own body. He was the last person I wanted to hurt. This was all my fault. If I hadn't... He was going to get involved. I knew it. It showed me. He couldn't get caught up in this. So I ran.
She turned and ran deeper into the woods. Tilamon wasn't there to protect her, but I was.
So how did the darkness take over...? My friends know nothing about my past. I vowed never to discuss it. As far as I'm concerned, what they don't know can't hurt them, only me.
I didn't live in Odaiba all my life. I used to live up north, in the countryside. Near the mountains. In the fall, the leaves would turn beautiful shades of orange and gold, and in the spring, the cherry blossoms would bloom. I was 11, and naïve. I didn't have a care in the world. I was always a loner. Shy and reserved by nature. I grew up in a sheltered environment. I was happy, and I always felt safe. I lived with my mom and my sister. My dad abandoned us from when I was very young. I had learned to live with it. The three of us had a very close bond. It was almost like we were all sisters. We felt each other's pain. I'd always thought that...that the love that binded us, protected us, I was wrong.
A close friend of our family hurt us. Hurt us in a way I've never talked about, until now.
We trusted him. We cared about him. How could he betray us like that? How could he take them away from me? My mother and sister were raped and killed. I was...abused. I was forced to watch everything. He laughed. I cried. I escaped with my innocence. I left everything else behind.
~*~
I could see them swimming in pools of their own blood. I was frozen, I couldn't move. The knife was stained with blood. He held it high in the air, and started again. I think I screamed, I don't know. All I heard was a loud ringing in my ears. Their faces were so pale. Their eyes open wide in sheer terror.
~*~
Before he left, he threatened to kill me. He told me if I ever told, he'd come back and kill me. He pressed the knife against my stomach, making sure to draw blood, and as quickly as he came, he left.
I ran up the stairs, from the basement to the first floor. I ran into the kitchen, a hand over my wound. I found the phone, and dialed 911.
~*~
I had no other family, besides a father who didn't want me, so I was put into foster care. That's when I met my "parents." They promised to love me, take care of me, and help me. My "dad" was a doctor, my "mom" was a lawyer. They could give me anything I wanted, but nothing I needed, like real love. I admit that the bond between us was deep, but they could never give me the unconditional love that I had with my mother and sister. I kept thinking that they never really loved me, they just pitied me.
I got used to crying myself to sleep, but the nightmares were torture. Every night I'd wake up in a cold sweat, screaming for my real mother. My heart was heavy from all of the grief and pain. I never wanted my "parents" to worry, so I never said anything, and put on a smile; a mask that everyone grew so accustomed to, except me. But then I met Tai, and all of my other digidestined friends. Suddenly, I had a reason to smile. A reason to exist. Then I found out that there was a girl he liked, and it wasn't me. After that, I found more and more reasons to shut myself off from the rest of the world, including him. So why shouldn't the darkness come for me? Why not? I was ready for it.
I fell on my knees gasping. "Leave me alone," I said taking advantage of the bit of control that I had. This was insane. I cared about him. How could I do this? And just as suddenly as it had come, it left. I felt a cold, tingling sensation as it seeped from my soul. Where is it going? I asked myself, still not too relieved, even though it had left. Then I heard it. The scream that will haunt me forever.
I found my self in another clearing. Cordy was nowhere in sight. She's nearby I thought. Leaves rustling jarred my thoughts. Curiosity encouraged me to take a look. Something jumped out of the bushes. A shadow. Too quick for me to follow. Before I could turn around, it hit me from behind. Then everything went dark.
The boy was too easy to take care of despite his courage and inquisitive nature. Nothing will stand in my way.
I'll never get to tell him. Never get to say how I feel, even if he doesn't feel the same way. I'll never feel the warmth of his embrace, the tender feel of his kiss...
I followed the sound of the scream. My heart ached because I knew what I would find. Since that time, it had begun to rain. I found him not too far away, under a tree. Well...then you know what happens next. So now I'm here fighting for my life, and his. Waiting for the end. Waiting for the darkness to enter me one last time.
For every light, there is a dark.
Like it? Please tell me. Your opinion is valued. ^--^