Chasing Reality
The world is a
dark place, nobody knows that better than I do, I guess. Who am I? My name is
Ken, that's all that's really important, to you at least. In truth I
know all sorts of things that are really truly terrible, and those are all that
really matter, but that might be the effects of the drugs, I couldn't tell
you.
Davis, who I used to consider my friend, Davis turned rather hardcore on us after the loss. He's rather gothic, rather pale, and rather scary. But what's the worst is this drinking problem, it's sort of sad. He's eyes are always red rimmed and his breath is always stale, but he just won't talk to me, I think he suffered the worst of all of us after the loss. He just slipped between the cracks, doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. We always know where to look for him at least, he's likely loitering behind the bar with the wrong crowd, doing the wrong things, but hell, who are we to try and stop him?
I must say Cody's changed the most. He's 14 now, although you'd never know, and he's downright violent. The kid would attack a puppy in the park if it looked at him the wrong way. I guess things like the loss have strange effects on people's minds. Cody's got a temper now, and he's not afraid to show it. He's not dark, or brooding, or even intelligent, anymore. He's like a rabid dog, biting and attacking simply to cause pain, it's sort of sad.
Then there's T.K, who's downright lost his mind. He babbles on an on about the forces of darkness, he's practically foaming at the mouth insane. He writes poems and songs that could turn people colours, and he couldn't care less how he looks. He can go for days in the same clothes; pen and paper always in hand, and just scribble down words that even look insane. They're always about how the dark always prevails over the light and how we waste our time trying. In truth I've come to believe him, I think.
Kari's become something so different from herself it borders on Cody change. She's not a slut, no, that's too harsh, I prefer to call her morally compromised. Davis is happy if nothing else. That's one thing that never changed, his obsession with the girl. No matter what we went through, no matter how close to death we came, he never gave up on the girl, even is she deserved it. Kari's got connections for some of the strongest stuff available, if you know what I mean, and she got me hooked up with them. Although I prefer to stay light on the drugs, it's safer that way. She, on the other hand, doesn't see it that way, but I guess that's her own choice.
And then there's Yolei, who has stayed pretty much the same. Minus the multiple piercing, and tattoos, and ah, hell, she's changed too. She's quiet, although she still has a strange passion for odd fashion. I like Yolei, really I do. She seems to be my link back to the real world. She's reliable and friendly, when she hasn't been pushed into silence. Good old Yolei, like a window to reality which I can't quite fit through…
We together
make up the Digidestined, defenders of the remains of the Digital World, if you
consider it worth defending now.
Authors notes: Sooo?? So you think I should bother continuing, or am I wasting my time and energy? Pleeeeaaasse review me, it's the only way I know. If this one's not going to turn out I want to just accept this loss and move onto another fic, or in my case, likely original. Please review me, I say it again, but please be kind, it's the first Digimon fic I've EVER written.