Ok. This is the 2nd part/chapter of my story. 2nd of 3.
I know the last one was short, but this part is longer I promise you.
Ok here we go.
Hold On
By LSC
Chapter Two
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Yamato POV
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I've had enough of everyone. I'm tired of having to put up with all the shit in my life. If no one gives a damn about me, then I shouldn't fucking be here in the first place.
I looked over my note and how messy it is. Oh well. At least someone will be able to read it.
I put the paper on the table and walked into the kitchen. I opened the drawer and pulled out a steak knife.
I looked at the knife and wondered if it would hurt as much as I've already been hurting my whole life.
I held the serrated-edge of the knife to my wrist. I don't know why I hesitated. One quick swipe and it's all over.
"Dammit." I threw the knife down on the floor and walked away. My quick movements suddenly sent jolts of pain through my body from the giant bruise of where the mugger kicked me. The pain reminded me of what I wanted to do and had thought about doing ever since I was 10 years old.
I walked back to the knife and picked it up. This time, without hesitating, I slit my wrist and watched the blood flow.
Huh. Weird. As I slipped into unconsciousness, why did I see images of Daisuke?
But we all bleed the same way as you do. And we all have the same things to go through.
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Daisuke POV
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I walked to Yamato's apartment. I knew I was going to have to tell him sooner or later.
Yea. I had a crush on Yamato, and everyone knew it—except him.
I knocked on the door and no one answered. The first thing I noticed after that was the door was unlocked. I opened it and poked my head inside.
"Yamato? Are you here?" I asked.
No answer.
I let myself and closed the door. I saw a piece of paper lying on the table. Curious as to what it said, I picked it up and read it.
Oh shit. He's trying to kill himself.
I looked around and saw a puddle of red liquid on the tile floor in the kitchen.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Please don't let him be dead.
He was lying on the floor, blood flowing freely from his wrist, a knife next to him.
Why does he think no one cares about him? I care. Taichi cares. Takeru cares. Sora and Mimi and Koushiro and Jyou and Hikari and the rest of them care. Why would he do this?
I picked up the phone.
"TK! Get over here now!...I'm at Matt's apartment...I'm gonna call the hospital...Just get over here! Hurry!"
Please don't die, Yamato. Please don't die.
Hold on, if you feel like letting go. Hold on, it gets better than you know.
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Yamato POV
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I see white. A lot of white.
Where am I?
Is this Heaven? Because it sure isn't Hell.
"Hey, I think he's coming to." I hear a voice. It sounds familiar.
"Takeru?" I say.
"Hey! He's alive!" says another voice. Tai?
I open my eyes and focus on the people in the room. All the digidestined are here. Takeru and Daisuke and Taichi are standing right next to me. The rest are sitting in chairs or leaning against the wall near the door.
I looked down. My whole forearm is covered with bandages and I'm almost certain that I have stitches from the cut.
"Where am I?" I ask Takeru.
'The hospital. Where else would you be?" said Daisuke.
I wonder if he knows that I thought about him right before I blacked out.
"How did I get here?" I say. Stupid question.
"Well, Dai found you in your apartment and called me, then said he was gonna call the hospital, then I called everybody. When we got over to your apartment, the ambulance was just taking you away. So we got a ride," said Takeru.
Dai found me? What the hell was he doing at my apartment?
"Why did you do that?" said Taichi.
"What?" I asked.
"Try to kill yourself," said Sora , from somewhere behind Takeru.
"I just...couldn't deal with all the crap," I said. "I don't wanna talk about it anymore."
They all nodded.
"But I wanna know just one thing," I said, turning to Daisuke. "Why were you at my apartment in the first place? They said you were the one to find me half-dead."
"Well, uh..." he started.
Taichi and Takeru backed up away from the bed and stood with the rest of the visitors in the room.
"The truth is..."
Hold on, if you feel like letting go
Hold on, it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking you're one step closer
Don't stop searching its not over
Hold on *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
LSC: ok that's part two. Will Daisuke tell Yamato...or wont he? Dun dun dun *dramatic music*
Daisuke: yay! I come into play! Go me! Go me!
LSC and Yamato: -.-'
Yamato: well I gotta admit, at least this is longer than your last chapter.
LSC: shut up! I'm trying!
Daisuke: *in background, dancing*
Yamato: *throws a baseball at Daisuke's head*
Daisuke: *gets hit by aforementioned baseball* ow!
Yamato: shut up.
LSC: -.-' while I get these guys under control, you guys click the purple button and review plz.
Yamato and Daisuke: *in background, fighting*
LSC: *throws stuff at them*
Yamato and Daisuke: *get knocked out*
LSC: *smiles triumphantly*
I know the last one was short, but this part is longer I promise you.
Ok here we go.
Hold On
By LSC
Chapter Two
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Yamato POV
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I've had enough of everyone. I'm tired of having to put up with all the shit in my life. If no one gives a damn about me, then I shouldn't fucking be here in the first place.
I looked over my note and how messy it is. Oh well. At least someone will be able to read it.
I put the paper on the table and walked into the kitchen. I opened the drawer and pulled out a steak knife.
I looked at the knife and wondered if it would hurt as much as I've already been hurting my whole life.
I held the serrated-edge of the knife to my wrist. I don't know why I hesitated. One quick swipe and it's all over.
"Dammit." I threw the knife down on the floor and walked away. My quick movements suddenly sent jolts of pain through my body from the giant bruise of where the mugger kicked me. The pain reminded me of what I wanted to do and had thought about doing ever since I was 10 years old.
I walked back to the knife and picked it up. This time, without hesitating, I slit my wrist and watched the blood flow.
Huh. Weird. As I slipped into unconsciousness, why did I see images of Daisuke?
But we all bleed the same way as you do. And we all have the same things to go through.
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Daisuke POV
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I walked to Yamato's apartment. I knew I was going to have to tell him sooner or later.
Yea. I had a crush on Yamato, and everyone knew it—except him.
I knocked on the door and no one answered. The first thing I noticed after that was the door was unlocked. I opened it and poked my head inside.
"Yamato? Are you here?" I asked.
No answer.
I let myself and closed the door. I saw a piece of paper lying on the table. Curious as to what it said, I picked it up and read it.
Oh shit. He's trying to kill himself.
I looked around and saw a puddle of red liquid on the tile floor in the kitchen.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Please don't let him be dead.
He was lying on the floor, blood flowing freely from his wrist, a knife next to him.
Why does he think no one cares about him? I care. Taichi cares. Takeru cares. Sora and Mimi and Koushiro and Jyou and Hikari and the rest of them care. Why would he do this?
I picked up the phone.
"TK! Get over here now!...I'm at Matt's apartment...I'm gonna call the hospital...Just get over here! Hurry!"
Please don't die, Yamato. Please don't die.
Hold on, if you feel like letting go. Hold on, it gets better than you know.
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Yamato POV
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I see white. A lot of white.
Where am I?
Is this Heaven? Because it sure isn't Hell.
"Hey, I think he's coming to." I hear a voice. It sounds familiar.
"Takeru?" I say.
"Hey! He's alive!" says another voice. Tai?
I open my eyes and focus on the people in the room. All the digidestined are here. Takeru and Daisuke and Taichi are standing right next to me. The rest are sitting in chairs or leaning against the wall near the door.
I looked down. My whole forearm is covered with bandages and I'm almost certain that I have stitches from the cut.
"Where am I?" I ask Takeru.
'The hospital. Where else would you be?" said Daisuke.
I wonder if he knows that I thought about him right before I blacked out.
"How did I get here?" I say. Stupid question.
"Well, Dai found you in your apartment and called me, then said he was gonna call the hospital, then I called everybody. When we got over to your apartment, the ambulance was just taking you away. So we got a ride," said Takeru.
Dai found me? What the hell was he doing at my apartment?
"Why did you do that?" said Taichi.
"What?" I asked.
"Try to kill yourself," said Sora , from somewhere behind Takeru.
"I just...couldn't deal with all the crap," I said. "I don't wanna talk about it anymore."
They all nodded.
"But I wanna know just one thing," I said, turning to Daisuke. "Why were you at my apartment in the first place? They said you were the one to find me half-dead."
"Well, uh..." he started.
Taichi and Takeru backed up away from the bed and stood with the rest of the visitors in the room.
"The truth is..."
Hold on, if you feel like letting go
Hold on, it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking you're one step closer
Don't stop searching its not over
Hold on *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
LSC: ok that's part two. Will Daisuke tell Yamato...or wont he? Dun dun dun *dramatic music*
Daisuke: yay! I come into play! Go me! Go me!
LSC and Yamato: -.-'
Yamato: well I gotta admit, at least this is longer than your last chapter.
LSC: shut up! I'm trying!
Daisuke: *in background, dancing*
Yamato: *throws a baseball at Daisuke's head*
Daisuke: *gets hit by aforementioned baseball* ow!
Yamato: shut up.
LSC: -.-' while I get these guys under control, you guys click the purple button and review plz.
Yamato and Daisuke: *in background, fighting*
LSC: *throws stuff at them*
Yamato and Daisuke: *get knocked out*
LSC: *smiles triumphantly*