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Insanity
.:Chapter Three:.
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I decided to quit crying. There was nothing more to cry about. Except the fact that Cruelty was busy trying to take over. I remember the day I met her...
I had been having a bad day. Of course, being the slightly spoiled child that I am, I usually have bad days when I don't get my way, but this one was much worse. The older kids started messing with me, I heard some kids talking about me by the lockers in the hall, and I wasn't on speaking terms with half the digidestined, namely Kari and Davis. I had gotten into a fight with Kari over something stupid and I hadn't talked to her. And Davis, well, we got into another one of our fights.
I went home and flopped on my bed, then she came. She began talking to me, welcoming my pain. She made me feel happy with her, made me feel secure with her, made me want revenge.
No, I couldn't take revenge. But she wanted to make me... even if she had to manipulate me to do it. She took over, putting thoughts in my head.
I was alone, lost, and afraid. Unsure of my life... unsure of myself.
I tried to get rid of her, but just telling her wouldn't work. My family would wake me up at nights, saying I would be screaming at someone in my sleep. I was screaming at her. She still wouldn't leave me alone. She picked at my memories until all I could think about were the memories I didn't want to have.
Like the one when my sister tried getting me to throw out the window because I got into her paints and mixed the colors on her bed. Or the time when I accidentally grabbed my other sister's Diary instead of a schoolbook and took it to school and showed my friends. Or when I broke my brother's CD player.
She said it was all my fault.
But how is a seven-year-old supposed to know how to work with paints? How is a five-and-a-half-year-old supposed to know that baloney doesn't work as a good CD? And it's not really my fault that my sister put her diary where I put my book.
That was my reasoning, but she wouldn't listen. She called me weak, saying I was just creating excuses. She wanted to take over.
I tried fighting her off, but I barely got to sleep since she bugged me at nights. I began screaming, crying in my sleep, for her to meave me alone. But it didn't work.
Nothing did.
I got hold of my father's lighter one day. I had no clue what I was doing, and I don't think she did either; if she did, it was a well-kept secret. I walked into my room, a flame flickering on the end of the lighter. I smiled at it, just enjoying it. I took it and held it in front of my curtains, waiting for them to be engulfed in flames. She enjoyed it, so I decided to enjoy it too. Although I hated her, she still had some control of my feelings.
I think it was a suicide attempt. I was trying to set my room on fire. I really don't know what I was doing. Neither did my family. I wasn't thinking.
I think that's why they sent me here.
I wonder if they would ever come back.
/I didn't scare them away, did I?/
"'Course you did."
/These are private thoughts here! Leave me alone!/
"Nope, nothing's private when it comes to me. They're not coming, you know."
I know they're coming. I just know it. They have to. Ken never broke a promise to me.
But will he break one now?
/No, I can't think like that. He'll be coming./
"No, no one's coming."
Footsteps were heard coming closer, then the door opened. He didn't break his promise after all.
"No, you--you weren't supposed to be coming!" she shouted at him.
"K-ken, what--what's going on?" a voice asked.
I know that voice. Light! It's Kari!
"No, he brought another one!" she shouted.
Kari stepped in the room, walking behind Ken.
"Hi, Yolei," Ken said.
/I want to tell him hi./
"No, you can't speak to him. Or the girl!"
Kari looked at Ken, tears filling in her eyes.
C'mon Kari, don't cry. Cruelty will be pleased.
Before I knew it, those words flowed out of my mouth.
"Yolei!" Kari said.
"Cruelty's trying to take over!" I shouted.
I was in control again. Well, at least for a while. I decided to try.
"She's trying to take over. Don't cry, she'll be pleased."
/I will regain my control. Just you watch./
"Leave me alone!" I shouted at her. Kari took a step away from me. "No, Kari, not you. Please don't leave!"
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So... what do you think? It took me a while to write this, because I was at a loss for words. Well, please review, and I will update.
Insanity
.:Chapter Three:.
. . .
I decided to quit crying. There was nothing more to cry about. Except the fact that Cruelty was busy trying to take over. I remember the day I met her...
I had been having a bad day. Of course, being the slightly spoiled child that I am, I usually have bad days when I don't get my way, but this one was much worse. The older kids started messing with me, I heard some kids talking about me by the lockers in the hall, and I wasn't on speaking terms with half the digidestined, namely Kari and Davis. I had gotten into a fight with Kari over something stupid and I hadn't talked to her. And Davis, well, we got into another one of our fights.
I went home and flopped on my bed, then she came. She began talking to me, welcoming my pain. She made me feel happy with her, made me feel secure with her, made me want revenge.
No, I couldn't take revenge. But she wanted to make me... even if she had to manipulate me to do it. She took over, putting thoughts in my head.
I was alone, lost, and afraid. Unsure of my life... unsure of myself.
I tried to get rid of her, but just telling her wouldn't work. My family would wake me up at nights, saying I would be screaming at someone in my sleep. I was screaming at her. She still wouldn't leave me alone. She picked at my memories until all I could think about were the memories I didn't want to have.
Like the one when my sister tried getting me to throw out the window because I got into her paints and mixed the colors on her bed. Or the time when I accidentally grabbed my other sister's Diary instead of a schoolbook and took it to school and showed my friends. Or when I broke my brother's CD player.
She said it was all my fault.
But how is a seven-year-old supposed to know how to work with paints? How is a five-and-a-half-year-old supposed to know that baloney doesn't work as a good CD? And it's not really my fault that my sister put her diary where I put my book.
That was my reasoning, but she wouldn't listen. She called me weak, saying I was just creating excuses. She wanted to take over.
I tried fighting her off, but I barely got to sleep since she bugged me at nights. I began screaming, crying in my sleep, for her to meave me alone. But it didn't work.
Nothing did.
I got hold of my father's lighter one day. I had no clue what I was doing, and I don't think she did either; if she did, it was a well-kept secret. I walked into my room, a flame flickering on the end of the lighter. I smiled at it, just enjoying it. I took it and held it in front of my curtains, waiting for them to be engulfed in flames. She enjoyed it, so I decided to enjoy it too. Although I hated her, she still had some control of my feelings.
I think it was a suicide attempt. I was trying to set my room on fire. I really don't know what I was doing. Neither did my family. I wasn't thinking.
I think that's why they sent me here.
I wonder if they would ever come back.
/I didn't scare them away, did I?/
"'Course you did."
/These are private thoughts here! Leave me alone!/
"Nope, nothing's private when it comes to me. They're not coming, you know."
I know they're coming. I just know it. They have to. Ken never broke a promise to me.
But will he break one now?
/No, I can't think like that. He'll be coming./
"No, no one's coming."
Footsteps were heard coming closer, then the door opened. He didn't break his promise after all.
"No, you--you weren't supposed to be coming!" she shouted at him.
"K-ken, what--what's going on?" a voice asked.
I know that voice. Light! It's Kari!
"No, he brought another one!" she shouted.
Kari stepped in the room, walking behind Ken.
"Hi, Yolei," Ken said.
/I want to tell him hi./
"No, you can't speak to him. Or the girl!"
Kari looked at Ken, tears filling in her eyes.
C'mon Kari, don't cry. Cruelty will be pleased.
Before I knew it, those words flowed out of my mouth.
"Yolei!" Kari said.
"Cruelty's trying to take over!" I shouted.
I was in control again. Well, at least for a while. I decided to try.
"She's trying to take over. Don't cry, she'll be pleased."
/I will regain my control. Just you watch./
"Leave me alone!" I shouted at her. Kari took a step away from me. "No, Kari, not you. Please don't leave!"
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So... what do you think? It took me a while to write this, because I was at a loss for words. Well, please review, and I will update.