(just to note: This chapter is the only one in the story that's PG-13… with suicidal junk… but don't worry, future chapters will return to PG.)
"So Rika won't be home till 7:00…" Jeri noted softly as she hung the phone up. Rika had plans with Ryo (author's note: Sorry to anyone who wanted Henrika… ;_;). "Ms. Nonaka won't be home till 7:00 'cause she has her photo shoots… and Rika's grandmother won't be home till 6:00 since she's shopping…" She murmured to herself. "What to do in the meantime…" She glanced around the kitchen and her eyes fell upon a relatively sharp knife. Unconsciously, she reached her pale hand out and grabbed it. She inspected the gleaming blade, then slid it against her wrist without thinking. She watched as the ruby colored liquid spilled from her wrist, her pale peach skin slowly being mixed with the red color. As she watched her blood drip onto the table, she felt her pain leave her body with it. It made the pain go away. She slid the knife against her wrist again and again… she hardly noticed the blood now oozing onto her clothes. All she knew was the cold steel of the knife's blade against her skin made her heart stop aching so much. "Why…? Why does everyone I care for die…?" She sobbed as she continued to mutilate her wrist. She started to feel fatigued. In the midst of misery, she didn't put it together that she was going to pass out from lack of blood. "I can't be with Takato… I can't be friends with Rika… I lost my parents… I lost my digimon… I lost my brother… I can't be near anyone…" She kept repeating to herself darkly as she continued to watch herself bleed. Tears slid down her cheeks and mixed with her blood. "This world is better off… without me…" She murmured before everything went black.
Author's note: Thiiiiiiis was extra short… o.o; well, I just made it to kind of… have a plot for the fourth chapter… believe me, this is as dark as I can get… o.o;;;; too cheerful for writing an angst fic… = P well, anyway, pleaaaaaase review! ^^;