The Pieces of You

Samsara

// The song is called " Hands" by Jewel \\

Chapter One: Shattered

POV:

Do my words mean anything to them? Do my sentences have any effect in the decision of fate? Of course not. I'm Daisuke, the fool who can't divide 10 by 5. But I can divide. The answer is 2. I'm pretty good at math. I like the subject. It's either right or wrong, nothing to debate about. I'm actually a very smart person; just ask my teachers. I have mostly A's and B's and I'm only marked down for goofing off or for my unreadable writing. Of course, did anyone ever see his grades besides Ken? No, they don't care about me. Ken... he is the only one who sees through my mask. He knows that I'm good at schoolwork, even though I tried to hide it. In fact, he came over once to ask for help on math. He is my true friend.

if i could tell the world just one thing / it would be that we're all ok / and not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful / and useless in times like these / i won't be made useless / i won't be idle with despair / I will gather myself around my faith / for light does the darkness most fear /

Sometimes I wonder, about what it takes to be a true friend. A true friend would stand by my side, no matter what. A true friend would see through my veils of loneliness, and comfort me. A true friend would understand the real me, the part of me that is aware and ready to do action, the part of me that is smart. A true friend would let me change, into anything I want and still stick by my side.

/ my hands are small, i know / but they're not yours, they are my own / but they're not yours, they are my own / and i am never broken / poverty stole your golden shoes / it didn't steal your laughter / and heartache came to visit me / but i knew it wasn't ever after

Miyako, Iori, Takeru and Hikari don't understand that. They don't understand me, or even Ken for that matter. The think of me as a fool, that is too weird for Hikari's embrace. Hell, I don't even like her. I used to, but after she ripped my feelings in half, I hate her. She can have Takeru for all I care. I can't wait to see Takeru's face when he realizes that Hikari is a bitch and doesn't really care about him, or me.

we'll fight, not out of spite / for someone must stand up for what's right / cause where there's a man who has no voice / there ours shall go singing


Takeru didn't like me because I was his rival over Hikari. Now he hates me because I've befriended Ken. It doesn't really matter. He'll always find something to hate me for, no matter what I say or do. I can never really please him. I don't care anymore. He always shoves me out of the way when I try to help, as if my advice is useless. That's what I am defined as: Useless.


my hands are small i know / but they're not yours, they are my own / but they're not yours, they are my own / i am never broken


Miyako doesn't even want to be near me. She's proved it many times over, so I don't see why she still has to keep reminding me. If I even sit next to her, she'll move away as though I'm some sort of disease. And maybe I am, some sort of disease. Now, if I even glance at her, she looks away. It's gotten to the point where Iori does the same thing. It's like the only reason they can stand to be in the same room with me is because I'm a DigiDestined. And look where that got me.

in the end only kindness matters / in the end only kindness matters

Right now, Ken is the only person in the world I trust. He's also the only friend that I've got, besides Chibimon. I should be happy that I have those two. They mean a lot to me, and I mean a lot to them. Strange it seems...when I first met Ken as the Kaiser, a part of me knew that I could tell him anything. Weird, huh? But it's true, every drop of Ken is true. He won't hide stuff from me, and neither will I. But... I feel more for Ken.

i will get down on my knees, and i will pray / i will get down on my knees, and i will pray / i will get down on my knees, and i will pray

I stare at my reflection in the mirror for one second, before smashing it into a million pieces. I don't care anymore. They don't care anymore. Everything has slipped beyond my reach, and there's no way in HELL that I can get it back. Soft tears begin to trickle down my face, leaving a faint trail behind. Ken...the name fills the cold air around me and I shiver, again and again. I love Ken. I love him with all my heart...but he doesn't. He cares for me only as a friend. Nothing more, and nothing less. I begin to slump to my knees, the sobs becoming more and more violent. I can't stand it anymore... I have always been surrounded by friends, so many friends. Now, I only have two. Ken was gone for a while, visiting a relative. He wasn't there when I heard them. They...they, laughed at me, called me names, threw stones at me. Miyako, Iori, Takeru and Hikari watched my tormenters, at laughed. They beat me, it hurt so bad. I wish that you were here, Ken.

my hands are small i know / but they're not yours, they are my own / but they're not yours, they are my own / and i am never broken

They hit me, they punched me, they slapped me, they kicked me. I couldn't breathe, and soon I was down, on the floor. They dragged me away...and raped me. I screamed, but I couldn't move. God, there were 10 of them, each laughing in their own demented way. I cried out to Takeru for help, and he walked away, followed by the rest.

my hands are small i know / but they're not yours, they are my own / but they're not yours, they are my own and i am never broken / we are never broken

I lied when I said I was fine. Because I am not. They took everything away from me...except my hands. I was so sure that I could never be broken. I was sure that nothing bad would ever happen to me...but it did. I am utterly alone now. Please save me, Ken.

I remember running home after my ordeal, sprinting straight to the bathroom to shower. I am a work of art, really. My chest is completely bruised, while I can't even sit. I slept for a day or so. And then, I called Taichi, to tell him that I'm no longer a DigiDestined. He asked why, a bit concerned. Underline the bit in red marker. I simply told him to go ask his shitty sister. I'll bet you they're calling a meeting right now, trying to figure out why I left them. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out.

we are god's eyes / god's hands / god's mind / we are god's eyes / god's hands / god's heart / we are god's eyes / god's hands / god's eyes / we are god's hands / we are god's hands

+Well Well... Should we go on? You tell us +