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Angie: Awwww! This is so angsty! At least, I think it is.
Ken: And, it's written in myyyy POV! Oh yeah! Go me, uh huh!
Angie: Yeah whatever. Ok, I just signed up for ICQ today! Fascinating, yes, but since that has nothing to do with the fic, I dunno why I told you!
Ken: So pweeze R&R!
Angie: Pweeze is MY word! Thut up! OK, yeah, so enjoy, otay? Otay!
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Ken's POV:
I have never accomplished anything. I'm a failure. Ever since the spore stopped working, I've been nothing. I'm a waste of a person, and sometimes I think it would be better if I had never been born. People try to tell me different, but they don't understand.. How many things I have failed at, gotten in trouble for, when I never did anything in the first place. I tried hard, but it didn't matter. My best just wasn't enough. I am not anything. I am not important. I should be dead.
Sam. Huh. Sam really WAS better than I was. He was smart, and I wasn't. That made me mad, so I killed him. I was the one who caused him to die. If I had never killed Sam, I never would have had to go to his funeral. It's all my fault that I was the Digimon Emperor. Owikawa was at his funeral, and chose ME. Of all the people, he chose ME.
His decision to choose me to cause the pain and death of so many Digimon, was my fault. Feelings of hate swam around in my mind, alerting me that I was evil. I was evil, terrible, a monster. I caused the death of numerous Digimon. I hurt them and made them work for me, never realizing what I was doing until it was too late.
And then there was the Digi-destined. The children who I hated, the children who I wished would die. Die a slow, painful, horrible death. But those were my feelings then, and these are my feelings now. They hated me, too. Everybody does. Nobody loves me; nobody wants to be my friend. My parents hate me. They don't think I'll ever amount to anything. I'll always be the loser that I am. The loser with no friends.
My friends that I did have, don't call me, or invite me over. And I know it's the wrong way to think, but now I'm waiting for them to. I will not call them, because I know that they will turn me down. They'll grin and say that they are too good for me. But, they are. Everyone is.
I hate everything.
I hate life.
I hate myself. I wish I were dead.
~~~ end Ken's POV ~~~
Two days continued this way. Ken sat in his room, thinking these things over and over. Until it was too much. He couldn't handle it, so he decided, that he knew the way out. He knew the way to escape.
Ken sat up and walked over to his dresser. Opening the drawer, he took it out. Staring at it, he decided that it WAS the right thing to do. The world didn't need him. His 'friends' didn't need him, and neither did his family. They would all be happier if -
Just then, the phone began to ring. Ken sighed and answered it.
"Moshi moshi. Ichijouji residence," he sad quietly. The voice on the other end made Ken cry. "Hey, Ken. It's Davis. I was wondering if you wanted to.. Ken, what's wrong?" asked Davis, hearing Kens sobs.
"Davis, I'm - I'm so glad you called. I just had a gun to my head."
~~~~~~~~~~~ End ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angie: AWWWWW!!! That was sad, and angsty, and. god! I hope I get some good reviews! Anyhoo, I think that this is a real story. I mean, just the end is, anyway. I heard it from somebody. Ummm, so yeah, I hope you liked it. I haven't written an angst in a while, so I'm glad to be back on track. Wada you people think? Should I stick to humor? Or should I stick to angst? Tell me in your REVIEW!!!!!!
Angie: Awwww! This is so angsty! At least, I think it is.
Ken: And, it's written in myyyy POV! Oh yeah! Go me, uh huh!
Angie: Yeah whatever. Ok, I just signed up for ICQ today! Fascinating, yes, but since that has nothing to do with the fic, I dunno why I told you!
Ken: So pweeze R&R!
Angie: Pweeze is MY word! Thut up! OK, yeah, so enjoy, otay? Otay!
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Ken's POV:
I have never accomplished anything. I'm a failure. Ever since the spore stopped working, I've been nothing. I'm a waste of a person, and sometimes I think it would be better if I had never been born. People try to tell me different, but they don't understand.. How many things I have failed at, gotten in trouble for, when I never did anything in the first place. I tried hard, but it didn't matter. My best just wasn't enough. I am not anything. I am not important. I should be dead.
Sam. Huh. Sam really WAS better than I was. He was smart, and I wasn't. That made me mad, so I killed him. I was the one who caused him to die. If I had never killed Sam, I never would have had to go to his funeral. It's all my fault that I was the Digimon Emperor. Owikawa was at his funeral, and chose ME. Of all the people, he chose ME.
His decision to choose me to cause the pain and death of so many Digimon, was my fault. Feelings of hate swam around in my mind, alerting me that I was evil. I was evil, terrible, a monster. I caused the death of numerous Digimon. I hurt them and made them work for me, never realizing what I was doing until it was too late.
And then there was the Digi-destined. The children who I hated, the children who I wished would die. Die a slow, painful, horrible death. But those were my feelings then, and these are my feelings now. They hated me, too. Everybody does. Nobody loves me; nobody wants to be my friend. My parents hate me. They don't think I'll ever amount to anything. I'll always be the loser that I am. The loser with no friends.
My friends that I did have, don't call me, or invite me over. And I know it's the wrong way to think, but now I'm waiting for them to. I will not call them, because I know that they will turn me down. They'll grin and say that they are too good for me. But, they are. Everyone is.
I hate everything.
I hate life.
I hate myself. I wish I were dead.
~~~ end Ken's POV ~~~
Two days continued this way. Ken sat in his room, thinking these things over and over. Until it was too much. He couldn't handle it, so he decided, that he knew the way out. He knew the way to escape.
Ken sat up and walked over to his dresser. Opening the drawer, he took it out. Staring at it, he decided that it WAS the right thing to do. The world didn't need him. His 'friends' didn't need him, and neither did his family. They would all be happier if -
Just then, the phone began to ring. Ken sighed and answered it.
"Moshi moshi. Ichijouji residence," he sad quietly. The voice on the other end made Ken cry. "Hey, Ken. It's Davis. I was wondering if you wanted to.. Ken, what's wrong?" asked Davis, hearing Kens sobs.
"Davis, I'm - I'm so glad you called. I just had a gun to my head."
~~~~~~~~~~~ End ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angie: AWWWWW!!! That was sad, and angsty, and. god! I hope I get some good reviews! Anyhoo, I think that this is a real story. I mean, just the end is, anyway. I heard it from somebody. Ummm, so yeah, I hope you liked it. I haven't written an angst in a while, so I'm glad to be back on track. Wada you people think? Should I stick to humor? Or should I stick to angst? Tell me in your REVIEW!!!!!!