…Such
is Life
I was staring out my window when the phone rang, just staring and thinking. I snatched the phone into my hand without thinking and carefully placed it back down once I saw the name. It was Kari… not exactly the person I wanted to see at this moment. The phone's ringing was muffled into the cushion of the couch I was curled on. I heard my mother behind my door and braced myself for the coming mental attack.
"Ken, honey, who's on the phone." Sorta of pathetic, huh? I still live with my parents. But getting dragged from reality on an irregular basis makes it really hard to hold a job, so none of us had one. Besides… no one in their right mind would hire most of us.
"No one mom, just a friend of mine, needed the page of homework." I'm a good liar. I heard some noise of assent and my mom hustled off, leaving me in room, staring longingly out the window. I could go outside… but Cody was at the park, glaring dangerously at a puppy, and I didn't want to get involved in something like that. I watched as Cody got up off the bench and walked slowly toward my house.
"Ken, you're friends at the door." I swore colourfully, "What was that?"
"Nothing mom, be right there." I smoothed my hair and rubbed my eyes, readying myself for the onslaught of whining, complaining and cursing that would soon my assaulting my mind. I opened my bedroom door, nodded at my mom and walked to the door.
"Hey Cod—
"No time for that, come on, I need to talk to you." I felt him violently grab my wrist and quite literally drag me towards the otherwise deserted play ground, "It's about the loss." I groaned by accident and earned myself a glare, "It's important."
"It usually is…" I mumbled and nodded at Cody, "What is it?"
"Okay… when we fought Demonamon and he killed them all… is that when T.K lost his mind?" I felt my jaw drop. Such an innocent question sounded so horrible coming from a person like Cody.
"I- I… I have no idea." I answered finally. Cody glared at me, demanding an answer, "I just don't know." I barely had time to feel the air before the fist hit my jaw. I watched as Cody walked away and scowled after him, walking home to put more ice on my jaw.
"Oh Ken honey! What happened to your face?" I muttered something inaudible, if not painful and walked to the freezer; snatching an ice pack from it I stalked back to my room and flopped down on my bed. Davis, I decided, I'll call Davis and make him deal with the psychotic puppy killer. I picked the phone up and dialled the number. Sober, I prayed, please make him sober!
"Hello?" Davis answered the phone sounding more sober than I had dared hope.
"Hey Davis, it's Ken." I replied, sounding absolutely hilarious due to my damned near broken jaw.
"Are you chewing on cotton?"
"Cody punched me in the jaw…" I mumbled, interjecting several less than desirable words, "Look Davis, you gotta deal with that kid, he's gonna kill someone!"
"M- Me?!" Davis shuddered, I almost laughed at how much like a kid he sounded
"Yes you, you're the only one he'll listen to." I replied, "Come on Davis, half a inch over and he would have broken my jaw, you gotta deal with him."
"Fine…" He muttered, "We gotta head to the Digital World on Saturday, V-mon said he needed us."
"Fine, see you later."
"Bye."
I hung the phone up and waited for the expected-
"Ken, let me in please."
Okay, so that was sooner than I expected, but I knew I was going to have to explain how I managed to get punched in the face. I got up and answered the door, my mom eyed my nervously and led me out to the living room, where she sat me down and began to talk to me like I was 10. I drowned her out until the very end of her speech.
"…How did this happen?" She fingered my jaw gently and I shrunk back in pain. Her eyes grew wide and she apologized.
"I got in a little scrap with a friend over… something. He has a bit of a temper… but I couldn't bring myself to hit him back, he's only 14 you know…" My mother nodded slowly, accepting the story as best she could.
"Really Ken—
"It's fine mother, but I have to go make some phone calls and stuff… you know… so uh… see you soon." I gave my mom a reluctant hug and walked back into my room, flopping down onto the bed and snatching the phone up all in one motion. I'll call everyone but Kari… I decided, dialling T.K's number even as I thought it.
"Hello?"
"Hello is T.K available?" I asked, not really looking forward to this conversation.
"Of course, just a moment." The sweet female voice end and was replaced by a rustling and scrambling as phones were switched. Eventually T.K came onto the line.
"Hello?"
"Hey T.K, it's me—
"Hi Ken… I just finished this great piece… called Burning Dreams at Midnight… so good. The dark takes over this…" And he went on and on until I thought I was going to strangle him. Eventually he stopped for a breath, or to wipe his mouth of the foam that was likely running down it.
"Hey that's great. Look we're going to the Digital World Saturday, be there, okay?" Before he could start on another speak I turned the cordless off and rolled over, accidentally hitting my jaw and cursing loudly.
I repeated the call with everyone but Kari… who I thought I'd let Davis deal with, he was into stuff like that, and I personally wasn't. I turned to stare into the mirror. Blue eyes stared back blankly at me. Dead eyes.
No one even cares anymore… we all just lose
ourselves in our misery and hope when poke our back into reality it won't be
gone. I don't think we'll be poking our heads back anytime soon. We hide within
ourselves, curled up in a ball and wishing it all away. Even the Digimon have
given up on us… Oh well… Such is life.
Author's Notes: I've said it once and I'll say it again, PLEASE REVIEW THIS. I've never written Digimon before and I'm really trying my best, but fanfiction isn't my thing, I write originals. Please give me your thoughts and advice!
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Jenine