Rest of Davis the Untold Story
After my night at the haunted house I went home even more confused than ever. That thing
had almost killed me and I hoped I would never see it again. It followed me with a knife
and I was only too relieved when Olivia's body melted out into the nothingness that she
was really supposed to be. I hated her for pushing T.K. into the volcano but I hated myself
more for not stopping her. I saw her and ran. Instead of worrying about TK, I ran to save
myself and not see if he had made it out okay. And it had been my idea to go back into the
tunnel too.
Out of that house and out of the whole situation I prayed TK's spirit would go to heaven for
the good deed he had done. I didn't know he liked me until it was too late. I hope Pepper made
it back to heaven too.
At my house I just sat in my room and cried. I cried for my friend's death but more than that,
I cried for my own self-pity. I didn't know why but I hated my life and there was no getting
me out of it. I was weak whenever I was around him that was for sure, it made me think that
maybe I should have gone after him instead of Ken. It was too late now anyhow. TK was dead
and there was nothing I could do about it.
I saw the razor my Dad had given me for my birthday and thought about cutting myself.
I grabbed the razor, went into the bathroom, and didn't come out until I had cuts and welts
on my body in every hidden place imaginable. I wanted to hurt myself. I didn't know why but
I just did. I could have helped TK back at the tunnel. I could have saved him. Or I could
have sacrificed myself but I didn't. His last words to me were "Live On!"
Easy for him to say, he had friends and family who cared about him. No one ever slapped him
around for wanting to eat. No one ever raped him out of the streets. No one ever tried to
hurt him for trying to fix a mistake. He had it good. He had it real good. And I wanted him
back.
I fell asleep that night feeling sorry for myself. I slept in my underwear and prayed that
the next day would bring better feelings. I never suspected others were plotting against me.
The next morning, I awoke to some people farting. Startled, I tried to look around but
couldn't since I was blindfolded. I noticed my hands were tied up as well.
"Well, look who's finally woken up!" Said a jeering voice. "The sleeping beauty himself,
Davis…"
"Modem." Somebody else finished for him. I knew I wasn't home from the feel of the ground.
This second voice was more serious. "They changed his last name after the pigs found out
his old man was fucking his sister and they had to get adopted by those Asian shits."
"What the hell you call my parents, you bastard!" I yelled out at them. They had no right
to speak bad about the people I loved.
"Calm down shit face! I wouldn't act up if I were you. Remember who has the power." Said
the serious voice right next to me. I felt a blade next to my throat soon after. I had put
up with so much shit in my life; little things like this didn't bug me anymore.
"Why am I here?" I asked defiantly. "Who are you?"
The serious guy's voice sounded familiar but I couldn't tell from where.
"Don't you recognize me voice, baby?" He said with a smile in his voice. The others started
laughing. "I'm your lifelong friend."
"Hey Danny, nice winky!" Someone else sneered out. I realized then, I was naked. Embarrassed,
I tried not to blush. I would keep my dignity no matter what.
"Friends won't do this to each other. Who are you?" I told him.
"Oh, that's right. We broke up. Now I remember, I guess those 5 years in juvvie must have
clogged up my mind!" He yelled. I flinched. I realized this guy had in it for me.
"I'm sorry Danny, I didn't know they were going to do this." Said a fourth voice I did
remember.
"Ronnie?" I asked him.
"Yeah, it's me." I finally dawned on me who the serious guy was and my face must've shown it.
"Yeah, that's right you bastard! Now you remember! It's me, Peppy!" He said. Peppy, the old
leader from the childhood gang I was in. After the fire incident, I didn't speak to them.
I had been put into a hospital and was then placed into foster care. Trying to figure things
out with my family, I hadn't thought once about my old friends in my other life. Old memories
lead to bad thoughts, and there was no way I wanted to go back there again. But now I had no
choice.
"You put us into juvvie." Peppy said.
"It's a lie," I told him.
"You ruined our lives." Somebody else said from the side.
"No, it wasn't me." I told them.
"Five years on probation." Somebody else said from the other side of me.
"Please you've got to understand?" I told them. More and more people were ganging up on me.
"And now you have to pay." Somebody else said.
"Please, leave him alone. It wasn't him who turned you in." I heard Ronnie saying from the
background. No one paid any attention to him. I could feel a bunch of people around me.
"What are you guys going to do to me?" I asked.
No one said anything after that. They started beating up on me. I passed out.
When I woke up, I was still naked but I was outside this time, on top of a tall building
facing down and I had someone else with me. The blindfold had been taken off of me but my
body was hanging loosely onto the rope that was barely holding me up.
I listened around for any sign of the gang but I didn't hear anyone around. All I heard
was the sound of the speeding cars in the highway.
"Who's here with me?" I asked. Nobody said anything. "Hey, you!" I said nudging as best
as I could under the circumstances. "Are you okay?"
The person didn't answer but whoever it was, he was naked too. I knew it was a he just
by the feel of the legs. No girl would have legs this hairy.
I tried to wake him up but I couldn't. I knew we would die if I didn't do something.
But then, dying didn't seem like such a bad thing after all. I knew this was what TK had
to have been thinking as we hung from the chain on Olivia's body. He must've sensed that
his time to die was near. I felt no such thing but knew I welcomed death with open arms.
But first was the problem with whoever it was behind me. The hight of the building did not
scare me anymore. When one has lived through the kinds of things that I have, one learns
how not to care anymore. I welcomed death so I was not afraid. Pretty soon I noticed some
stuff dripping from on top of me. I turned my head to find that it was Roni next to me but
he was dead. He had been bleeding all over me from the beginning. I had just been too dense
to figure it out.
I had nothing stopping me now. Just a few wiggles and I should be free. I gnawed at
the rope and it moved allowing me to use my legs. I wiggled again, and my hands were free but
then I felt some shifting as the lifeless body of my friend had started to tumble over.
I grabbed onto the pole as Roni's body fell to the hard cement in a manner of seconds. I
looked down to the floor which seemed so far away and I starred at the pile of blood that
had accumulated on the sidewalk. In a few seconds, that would be me.
Roni's body had caused some speculation by the people on the sidewalk and they
looked up to see where his body had come from. Soon they spotted me. Don't Worry, I had
thought, I gonna give you more to think about.
So it was the moment of truth, to live or to die. I had nothing to live for. All
my life I had been surrounded with nothing more than a bunch of hypocrites. People who
pretended to care for you on the outside when in reality they could care less. I had June
who cared for me but it was only after I protected her from our father. She used to hate
me. No, she was a hypocrite. My adopted parents, they said they loved me but do they
really? No, I decided. I was a mess up and a nobody. How could anyone love someone like
that. My friends? What friends! They weren't around to comfort me after Ken dissed me and
TK was dead. I had nobody. What's the use in living when there was nothing to live for? I
decided to end my life.
"Hold on up there!" Somebody yelled from a megaphone. "The fire department is on it's way!"
It's too late. I have nothing to live for. I let go.
Falling down I remembered every bad thing that had ever happened to me but then I
remembered the good. The trucker lady who had helped me. Ken giving me a compliment.
And every good teacher who had ever given lunch because they knew I could not eat anything
at home. I realized there was some good in the world after all but it was too late now, I
was destined to die. But I still didn't have any friends, and a life without friends is no
life at all.
I heard a high pitched squeal as I got closer to the ground. 10 stories, 9 stories,
8 stories, I was almost there now. 7 stories, 6 stories, 5, just a few more seconds and it
will all be over. 4 stories, 3, the squealing got to a ear cracking intensity and SWOOSH!!!!
I was picked up and saved by a huge giant bird thing.
"Davis! Don't go! I love you!" It was Yolie, she was crying. She was riding the blue giant
hawk like thing that had saved me from the wolves after the man had raped me when I was just
a little kid.
"Hawkmon told me what you were thinking so we came here as soon as we could." She
said. "You know, you're lucky. You have a guardian angel with you."
Let me go Yolie!" I screamed at her.
"NO! not until you come to your senses" She yelled back.
I was about to jump but then Hawkmon swerved in a way so I just came tumbling onto him
again. There was no way out for me.
They dropped me off at a mental hospital and that's where I am today. I realized I was
lucky, I had friends who cared about me. Once the others found out I was there they
visited me everyday and Joe even transferred hospitals just so he could see that I was
okay. And you know what? I think I'm going to be.
That was the end of Davis the untold story. I hope you all liked it. It was my pleasure to have written it. I have another
Davis story coming afterward but don't worry, he's straight in the next one. Read and review!
After my night at the haunted house I went home even more confused than ever. That thing
had almost killed me and I hoped I would never see it again. It followed me with a knife
and I was only too relieved when Olivia's body melted out into the nothingness that she
was really supposed to be. I hated her for pushing T.K. into the volcano but I hated myself
more for not stopping her. I saw her and ran. Instead of worrying about TK, I ran to save
myself and not see if he had made it out okay. And it had been my idea to go back into the
tunnel too.
Out of that house and out of the whole situation I prayed TK's spirit would go to heaven for
the good deed he had done. I didn't know he liked me until it was too late. I hope Pepper made
it back to heaven too.
At my house I just sat in my room and cried. I cried for my friend's death but more than that,
I cried for my own self-pity. I didn't know why but I hated my life and there was no getting
me out of it. I was weak whenever I was around him that was for sure, it made me think that
maybe I should have gone after him instead of Ken. It was too late now anyhow. TK was dead
and there was nothing I could do about it.
I saw the razor my Dad had given me for my birthday and thought about cutting myself.
I grabbed the razor, went into the bathroom, and didn't come out until I had cuts and welts
on my body in every hidden place imaginable. I wanted to hurt myself. I didn't know why but
I just did. I could have helped TK back at the tunnel. I could have saved him. Or I could
have sacrificed myself but I didn't. His last words to me were "Live On!"
Easy for him to say, he had friends and family who cared about him. No one ever slapped him
around for wanting to eat. No one ever raped him out of the streets. No one ever tried to
hurt him for trying to fix a mistake. He had it good. He had it real good. And I wanted him
back.
I fell asleep that night feeling sorry for myself. I slept in my underwear and prayed that
the next day would bring better feelings. I never suspected others were plotting against me.
The next morning, I awoke to some people farting. Startled, I tried to look around but
couldn't since I was blindfolded. I noticed my hands were tied up as well.
"Well, look who's finally woken up!" Said a jeering voice. "The sleeping beauty himself,
Davis…"
"Modem." Somebody else finished for him. I knew I wasn't home from the feel of the ground.
This second voice was more serious. "They changed his last name after the pigs found out
his old man was fucking his sister and they had to get adopted by those Asian shits."
"What the hell you call my parents, you bastard!" I yelled out at them. They had no right
to speak bad about the people I loved.
"Calm down shit face! I wouldn't act up if I were you. Remember who has the power." Said
the serious voice right next to me. I felt a blade next to my throat soon after. I had put
up with so much shit in my life; little things like this didn't bug me anymore.
"Why am I here?" I asked defiantly. "Who are you?"
The serious guy's voice sounded familiar but I couldn't tell from where.
"Don't you recognize me voice, baby?" He said with a smile in his voice. The others started
laughing. "I'm your lifelong friend."
"Hey Danny, nice winky!" Someone else sneered out. I realized then, I was naked. Embarrassed,
I tried not to blush. I would keep my dignity no matter what.
"Friends won't do this to each other. Who are you?" I told him.
"Oh, that's right. We broke up. Now I remember, I guess those 5 years in juvvie must have
clogged up my mind!" He yelled. I flinched. I realized this guy had in it for me.
"I'm sorry Danny, I didn't know they were going to do this." Said a fourth voice I did
remember.
"Ronnie?" I asked him.
"Yeah, it's me." I finally dawned on me who the serious guy was and my face must've shown it.
"Yeah, that's right you bastard! Now you remember! It's me, Peppy!" He said. Peppy, the old
leader from the childhood gang I was in. After the fire incident, I didn't speak to them.
I had been put into a hospital and was then placed into foster care. Trying to figure things
out with my family, I hadn't thought once about my old friends in my other life. Old memories
lead to bad thoughts, and there was no way I wanted to go back there again. But now I had no
choice.
"You put us into juvvie." Peppy said.
"It's a lie," I told him.
"You ruined our lives." Somebody else said from the side.
"No, it wasn't me." I told them.
"Five years on probation." Somebody else said from the other side of me.
"Please you've got to understand?" I told them. More and more people were ganging up on me.
"And now you have to pay." Somebody else said.
"Please, leave him alone. It wasn't him who turned you in." I heard Ronnie saying from the
background. No one paid any attention to him. I could feel a bunch of people around me.
"What are you guys going to do to me?" I asked.
No one said anything after that. They started beating up on me. I passed out.
When I woke up, I was still naked but I was outside this time, on top of a tall building
facing down and I had someone else with me. The blindfold had been taken off of me but my
body was hanging loosely onto the rope that was barely holding me up.
I listened around for any sign of the gang but I didn't hear anyone around. All I heard
was the sound of the speeding cars in the highway.
"Who's here with me?" I asked. Nobody said anything. "Hey, you!" I said nudging as best
as I could under the circumstances. "Are you okay?"
The person didn't answer but whoever it was, he was naked too. I knew it was a he just
by the feel of the legs. No girl would have legs this hairy.
I tried to wake him up but I couldn't. I knew we would die if I didn't do something.
But then, dying didn't seem like such a bad thing after all. I knew this was what TK had
to have been thinking as we hung from the chain on Olivia's body. He must've sensed that
his time to die was near. I felt no such thing but knew I welcomed death with open arms.
But first was the problem with whoever it was behind me. The hight of the building did not
scare me anymore. When one has lived through the kinds of things that I have, one learns
how not to care anymore. I welcomed death so I was not afraid. Pretty soon I noticed some
stuff dripping from on top of me. I turned my head to find that it was Roni next to me but
he was dead. He had been bleeding all over me from the beginning. I had just been too dense
to figure it out.
I had nothing stopping me now. Just a few wiggles and I should be free. I gnawed at
the rope and it moved allowing me to use my legs. I wiggled again, and my hands were free but
then I felt some shifting as the lifeless body of my friend had started to tumble over.
I grabbed onto the pole as Roni's body fell to the hard cement in a manner of seconds. I
looked down to the floor which seemed so far away and I starred at the pile of blood that
had accumulated on the sidewalk. In a few seconds, that would be me.
Roni's body had caused some speculation by the people on the sidewalk and they
looked up to see where his body had come from. Soon they spotted me. Don't Worry, I had
thought, I gonna give you more to think about.
So it was the moment of truth, to live or to die. I had nothing to live for. All
my life I had been surrounded with nothing more than a bunch of hypocrites. People who
pretended to care for you on the outside when in reality they could care less. I had June
who cared for me but it was only after I protected her from our father. She used to hate
me. No, she was a hypocrite. My adopted parents, they said they loved me but do they
really? No, I decided. I was a mess up and a nobody. How could anyone love someone like
that. My friends? What friends! They weren't around to comfort me after Ken dissed me and
TK was dead. I had nobody. What's the use in living when there was nothing to live for? I
decided to end my life.
"Hold on up there!" Somebody yelled from a megaphone. "The fire department is on it's way!"
It's too late. I have nothing to live for. I let go.
Falling down I remembered every bad thing that had ever happened to me but then I
remembered the good. The trucker lady who had helped me. Ken giving me a compliment.
And every good teacher who had ever given lunch because they knew I could not eat anything
at home. I realized there was some good in the world after all but it was too late now, I
was destined to die. But I still didn't have any friends, and a life without friends is no
life at all.
I heard a high pitched squeal as I got closer to the ground. 10 stories, 9 stories,
8 stories, I was almost there now. 7 stories, 6 stories, 5, just a few more seconds and it
will all be over. 4 stories, 3, the squealing got to a ear cracking intensity and SWOOSH!!!!
I was picked up and saved by a huge giant bird thing.
"Davis! Don't go! I love you!" It was Yolie, she was crying. She was riding the blue giant
hawk like thing that had saved me from the wolves after the man had raped me when I was just
a little kid.
"Hawkmon told me what you were thinking so we came here as soon as we could." She
said. "You know, you're lucky. You have a guardian angel with you."
Let me go Yolie!" I screamed at her.
"NO! not until you come to your senses" She yelled back.
I was about to jump but then Hawkmon swerved in a way so I just came tumbling onto him
again. There was no way out for me.
They dropped me off at a mental hospital and that's where I am today. I realized I was
lucky, I had friends who cared about me. Once the others found out I was there they
visited me everyday and Joe even transferred hospitals just so he could see that I was
okay. And you know what? I think I'm going to be.
That was the end of Davis the untold story. I hope you all liked it. It was my pleasure to have written it. I have another
Davis story coming afterward but don't worry, he's straight in the next one. Read and review!