Suicidal Love
Disclaimer: Digimon does not belong to me, which it belongs to Toei Animation. The characters belong to Toei Animation too but some are made up.
A/N: This is still in Juri's POV.
Chapter: Two. "Okuwa Kenji."
I woke up, finding myself in a white wall room with a few unfamiliar paintings on the wall. I rubbed my eyes. I felt really hot and pushed the quilt off me. I sat up, as my eyes searched the room. There was a small white table with red, pink, and white roses in a vase and also a card leaning against the violet vase. My eyes moved to another part of the room, the door and it was dark tan colored. Weird. This isn't my room. Where am I? I felt scared and tried to call out to my father, Tadashi or even my stepmother, Shizue. I was scared.
"Hello?"
No response.
"Shizue? Tadashi? Mom?" I whispered softly. "Anyone?"
I looked next to me and saw another small white table with a few cards on it. I picked them up and read them. They were from Ruki, Ryou, Jenrya, Kenta, Shizue, and Tadashi. Takato's card wasn't to be found there. Tears began to appear on her eyes but she blinked them away. Where's Takato's card? But why did they give me a card? I wondered perplexedly. I took Ruki's card in my hand and left the others on the bed.
Ruki's card read: Dear Juri, I hope you know that many, many, many people care about you. Please don't do anything silly like attempting to suicide. We all care about you. Like when we were in the Digital World. We all care about you. Sorry I don't have much to say. Just don't do something silly like that again. –Makino Ruki P.S. – Don't call me Ruki-chan, okay?
Tears trickled down my cheeks and wetted the dark yellowish tan quilt. I was in a hospital from slitting my wrist. They all wrote to me… except Takato. Everyone did but Takato. Everyone but the one she loves. She dropped Ruki's card and wiped her tears away. She picked up Jenrya's card next.
Jenrya's card read: Dear Juri. You are very special to everyone, even the Digimon. Why did you do something like attempting to suicide? You know suicide isn't the answer or alternate way of getting away from a morass. Takato cares about you, I'm sure he sent you a card too. But don't suicide. No matter what the situation is or how hard the pressure is pressing on you, you cannot give up. You can't just give up your life because of one itty-bitty problem. There are a lot of people who cares about you. Can't you see that? I shouldn't bother you… But if you need someone to talk to, you can just come to me. –Lee Jenrya
Tears trickled down my cheeks rapidly now. I couldn't read anymore. It's just going to hurt. And it'll hurt more to find out that Takato didn't care. I was speechless and disappointed. Not to forget I was hurt and brokenhearted. I stepped out of bed, the cards still on the bed, and slipped in the white hospital slippers.
I walked out of the room and walked around the hallways emotionless. I passed the exhibit board, where they showed extraordinary patients that checked in and checked out of their hospital. I stopped midway of the board and stared at a picture. It was of a picture of a little boy of about 4 years old, standing in the center of a group of white lab coat scientists, and concentrating of the big garbage bag. The picture next to it was the same group of people but the garbage bag floating in the air and the little boy's eyes were like…sparkling.
"Wow…" I murmured.
"Thanks," a masculine voice said, that surprised me.
I jumped back and flushed in embarrassment. The boy was about my age, maybe one year old, with honey colored hair and bluish brown eyes. He was wearing the hospital clothes only sky blue colored. He stood about 6 inches taller than me and he was also by the board. "Hi… You're that little boy?" I asked, fascinated.
"Yeah. What's your name and why are you here? You look innocent and nice enough," he flattered.
"Katou Juri. I'm here because I tried to suicide by slitting my wrist…" I said softly. "Your name?"
"Okuwa Kenji," Kenji smiled. But his smile turned into a frown. "You shouldn't try to suicide. Suicide isn't the answer to anything, Y'know. I should know that… I tried to kill myself because I was sick of people interrogating me and testing me for my damn psychokinesis power. I was also depressed, too depressed for my age, and felt the interrogation wasn't helping. So I slit my wrists and my parents finally got the press and scientists to leave me alone."
I nodded in comprehension and sympathetic. I knew what he meant…except for the interrogation for his psychokinesis. I reached out and touched the board. "But why are you really here? For the suicide attempt?" I asked.
"Not really," he replied. "It's because my psychokinesis got…a little out of control." He flushed in embarrassment. "I couldn't control my powers…so my parents sent me here. The doctors are very nice and they treat me as if I don't have my powers. Though they do tests but it's to see if I can control at least a big amount of my powers."
I nodded. "I know. I haven't seen anyone yet since I woke up." I looked around and sighed. "And…well…" I hesitated. I didn't to bore Kenji with my love/life story or about Takato's reluctance to send a card or visit me. I felt obliged if I told him everything. "I…never mind."
"Tell me," Kenji insisted. "You can trust me."
"Well, I really tried to commit suicide because I felt like Takato, the guy I really like, doesn't seem to notice me anymore. Like he's interested in anything but me. I just felt like…dying. Like I have no purpose. And when I got here, all my friends but Takato."
Kenji nodded as if understanding. He snapped his fingers suddenly and walked over to me. He embraced me and whispered, "If you are meant to be with someone, Fate will work it out for both you and your destined partner. Besides, you're still young, Juri-chan."
I blushed a little and smiled. "Thanks… I guess." Kenji walked away, back to his room and the doctors, as I stood there. I watched as he left and walked back to my chamber room. I felt a little better and hoped that I would see Kenji again. I would miss him a lot when I'm released.