Disclaimer: I do not own digimon

(lyrics to the songs as follows):

"Crawling" by Linkin Park

"Roulette" by System Of a Down

"Fine Again" by Seether

Summary: This is going to be Mimi perspective of the same following Events… And the pairing is going to be Tai and Mimi. Mimi has many reminders of her past as it begins to haunt her. And what will happen when she finds the truth…?

Chapter 2

Mimi sat on her couch, lazily, watching the boob tube. It was a Saturday morning, so that meant her favorite shows were on. Sonic X, Pokemon, Shamen King, Mega Man and the like. She loved her cartoons and always put them first in her life. They meant everything for her. She never lived a good child hood. Her father had abused and raped her. But she didn't tell anyone. She put up a wall of massive confusion, as she knew her friends were completely oblivious of her past, or at least her 'true' past.

As she sat in her pajamas, she reflected on her past.

… How I can't seem, to find myself again…

(Flash Back)

Mimi sat at the kitchen table. She was only eight years old. She was eating lunch in the brisk heat of a hot summer day. Sweat was completely visible, in the form of beads, around the crown of her forehead. She was eating a gourmet meal of ramen noodles. That's all she knew how to cook at eight years of age. Her mom was never home, and her dad was always out getting drunk with the local hookers, but Mimi was unable to determine what 'getting drunk' and 'hookers' were, because of her young age. She thought that they were just one of the many assets of her dad's 'workforce', not the impurities of life.

As Mimi finished up her noodles, she noticed that she spilt some of the noodle sauce on her newly bought blouse and skirt. She grew angry at herself, because her mom had just bought them for her recently. She was disappointed to actually tell her mom what had happened. "Ohhh! Mom is going to kill me!" added Mimi, as loud and unorthodox knocks were repetitiously heard from the door.

Mimi looked over at the back door. She hoped her mom wasn't there, but it was a chance she was willing to take. She opened the door and revealed her father who was almost slumped over himself, staggering in front of her. She smiled abruptly at him hoping that he wouldn't see the mess she made.

He drunkenly smiled back at her, and attempted to walk in house. He grabbed Mimi firmly by the arm, and dragged her into the living room. She didn't know what she had done, as she yelped in great agony. 'Maybe he noticed…' thought Mimi. Her fathers grip was an indigenous death hold. "Daddy, what's wrong? What did I do… I didn't mean to get my skirt dirty… I'm sorry!" pleaded Mimi, as she couldn't even attempt to free herself from the grip her father had on her.

He sneered in a drunken matter, as he flung his delicate daughter across the floor. She landed immediately on her butt, skidding along the floor. Mimi was now scared. She didn't know what was going to happen to her or what was happening to her. Tears formed out of the outer ridge of her tiny eyes, as she balled herself up to take as minimal damage that was possible. She began to violently shake and sob. She couldn't control it anymore. She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth and begged that this assault would eventually subside.

…There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface, consuming, confusing…This lack of self control, I fear is never ending, controlling…

After what seemed like an eternity of a brutal beating, a policeman entered the house and took away her father. Mimi was out of breath, and struggling to keep herself conscious. Her entire side of her body felt like it was badly bruised, along with many fresh cuts obtained from her fathers countless molestation. She opened her eyes and looked at the ground, breathing heavily. She saw a knife, and then looked down at her pain swelling leg. There, on her leg, was more then a cut, a gash. Her eyes widened. Her mom finally made it home and dashed through the ruckus, and then made her way to her injured daughter.

She was already crying. Her mom found that a neighbor had seen her husband brutally beating up Mimi, so she called the police without hesitating. Her mom was heart stricken. She picked up her only child and cradled Mimi. Mimi grabbed her mother, and cried into her chest. Then after what seemed to be several minutes of them both crying, Mimi looked up at her. Tears rolled down her crimson cheeks, leaving behind her tear residue. She looked into her moms eyes feeling a pain of letting her mom down from spilling the sauce on her delicate dress. "I'm sorry mommy…" repented Mimi as everything around her seemed to spin out of control, and left in a black void of emptiness.

(End Flashback)

Mimi was terrified of her past, but she got help, and was on anti-depressants since the age of fourteen years of age. She's now seventeen years old. Her mom is even more frequently busy then before, and through the help of much psychological therapy and much needed support of friends and family, she climbed over the army barrage walls that her past had set in front of her. Her dad went to jail and felt entirely safe knowing he was out of her life, and behind bars for life. She took and rolled up her left pants leg and revealed a rather large scar. She almost analyzed it long enough to determine that indeed a sharp knife was the cause of the injury. She rolled it back down, and brought legs up to her chest and huddled into herself, holding her legs under her chin.

After a couple of hours of watching some of her favorite shows on Television, she got up and took her medicine. The ones that attempt to keep her sane enough to just live another day. Her concept of living had been altered, because of a misfortunate path her life was intertwined with. Sometimes she felt sad and lonely, other days she felt angry and upset, or even happy and content with what had happened to her father. She was usually incapable of controlling her emotions. But she didn't care anymore. She just wants to live for herself and forget about the past.

The phone rang and startled her as her heart raced from a sudden shock. She breathed a deep sigh of relief and picked it up. She finally brought the phone up to her ear, and began to listen and hear who the other person was.

"Hi, Mimi - chan! It's me, Yamato - chan!" replied Yamato, who was currentlyher boyfriend.

"Phew! Gomen! I thought you were someone bad going to give me some more bad news. Ever since my dad was put in jail, we've had a lot of angry people from his family threatening us. I hope you have some good news, hun!" answered Mimi, as she smiled at the thought of Matt holding her hand.

"Can you come down to Sora's, I need to talk to you. Well I got to go. I love you. Arigatou!" finished Matt, as she smiled and hung up the phone.

Mimi could always trust her friend Sora with Matt, because she was going out with Tai, but Mimi and Matt weren't exactly looking to go out as a 'couple' either.She hoped she could trust her. She hoped…

…With out a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take…

She had previously caught Matt flirting and kissing with Sora on several different occasions, but it didn't bother her, for now. She sighed, then sat up during another re run of Sonic X and walked off to her room and prepares herself for the small meeting with Matt. She opened up the door that led to an amazingly well decorated and painted room. Mimi was always waiting to be an interior designer. She had a very good eye for colors and determining the proper name and terms for them, what colors suit each other, and how room plans are to be set and fulfilled. She could visualize it without no hesitation. That seemed to be the only thing she was really good at.

She went into the room's large space and walked up to her closet and took out a new outfit to suit the need and occasion. She took out a short pink T-shirt that read 'baby girl' where her heart would be, and a faded fashionable pair of jeans. She always wore jeans when she was with Matt.

She took the essentials, like the undergarments that seemed adequate not to forget. Then she headed towards her luxurious bathroom. Mimi's mother was rich, and after the lawsuit of the divorce, became even richer. There was usually a maid or a servant on the premises, but it was vacation time for the Tachikawa residence, and that meant she had to do all of her work, by herself, and it was ok with her. She did a lot of things on her own, and usually refused help if given. She felt mature doing things for herself.

She turned on the facet and changed her mind on whether she was going to have a shower or a bath, which she had previously chosen to have a shower but now is going to have a bath. She always liked to have baths. She exited the bathroom quickly and returned back with the phone, just in case someone was trying to contact her at all. She then removed all of her clothing and gently walked into the warm and comforting bath's water. She briefly looked at her scarred wrist, as minutes almost turned into a half and hour. She began to tremble as her past refreshed in her mind, almost seemingly caught in a monotonous mind hold that she was almost completely unable to break away from.

After she conditioned and washed her hair, she left the comfort of the bath tube, she quickly wrapped a towel around her petite waist covering the rest of her body. She walked into her room, now fully dressed from the clothing she had just picked out, and then began to apply the many torturous necessities that she needed to make herself 'beautiful'. After almost twenty minutes of torturing her body, and the dozen layers of hairspray through her pink dyed hair, she then put her usual star glitter gel to complete the fashionable Mimi look.

She went back to the bathroom, and took the phone, and called Matt's cell phone, telling him she was on her way. But this time a girly laugh was emitted through the phones sound waves. Mimi's jaw almost dropped. Was Matt having an affair?

…I have a problem that I cannot explain, I have no reason why it should have been so plain…

She exited the house almost feeling completely insecure. She quickened her pace, and hoping her nightmare hadn't come true.

She continued down the street to Sora's and saw a very distinct figure but she was unable to actually determine who it was. His pace was increasing. A horn had just honked going by Mimi, nearly making her jump out of her skin. She looked over. It was one of her friends from High School, and as she turned around, a force had ran her over. She fell onto the pavement as did the one who ran into her, landing on top of her, both letting out small shrieks.

Mimi quickly slid out from the fallen body. She saw him look up. "Are you all right?" asked the shaken up girl.

She finally stood up, knocking the dry dusty dirt off of her clothes then she peered at the athletic figured boy. She knew who it was now, as she extended her hand out to help him up. "Tai…is that you?" pondered Mimi, as she could obviously tell the boy was crying.

But before the last word slipped out of her mouth, Tai stood up by himself, and ran in the direction of which she came from. Finally she saw him jump into the bushes. Something finally started to click in Mimi's head. She wanted to go and help Tai, but wanted to find out what he ran from.

…It seems like every days the same, and I'm left to discover on my own…

Mimi now ran till she arrived to Sora's block indeed. She took a couple of minutes to catch her breath, as she wasn't as athletic as most people. Her breathing pattern had fully returned and she began to walk towards Sora's house. Matt's newly purchased car was right in front of her and as she looked up to Sora's distant door step, she saw the scene that made her nightmare reality.

…it seems like there is no other color to behold…Too late I'm in hell…One day too late, just as well…

Anger of rightful regression filled the girl. She saw Matt who was about less then fifty yards away, in her best friend's door way, looked over at her. "Mimi, It's not what it seems … I can explain!" yelled a shirtless Matt.

Mimi now hated Matt. She hoped that he was happy too .Happy with his new 'girlfriend'. As soon as Matt attempted to redeem himself, she began to run into the very direction Tai ran in.

I feel the dream in me expire, and there's no one left to blame it on…

Her eyes began to blur over with the liquid that seemed to be too little, too late. She tried to put her thoughts together, but was unable to. She made her way to where Tai had jumped into the bushes. She leaped in it as she saw the figure brining up the knife to execute.

As Mimi leaped, she landed with a thud. She didn't know why she had jumped, but she did it anyways. Her stomach felt like she was momentarily winded as she sat up to look at the brown, spiky haired boy. "Tai… Don't do it…" begged Mimi as Tai stared in her eyes with a distant glare.

His eyes were obviously blood shot, because they were no longer white or any represented part white. She looked at his wrist. It was severely bleeding.

... And I am aware now of how every things going to be fine, one day too late…

"Tai, I have to go and help you…" spoke Mimi, softly as she could.

She was greatly scared of what was going to happen to him. "Why?" asked the confused boy.

"Ignore Sora…because she's a slut… and so am I. Why? Because, I've been going out with an asshole who is never going to change. I wish that you had never seen… or does it feel better to know she slept with my 'ex boyfriend'," explained Mimi as tai could tell she was trying to hold back her tears.

Tai then done something he never expected to do. He hugged her. Mimi didn't mind, as she exchanged it back. She was usually the one who avoided staining her clothes, or scream at the sight of blood. But this was more about life then clothes, and she does know the difference. She embraced him tighter. "Tai, I have to take you to the hospital. You're bleeding pretty bad…"

Tai Nodded and then sat up. The blood still coagulated out of his wrist, where the wound was located. She took his jacket and wrapped it around his wound.

…Today you saw me, you explained…

…Left a message, but it ain't a bit of use…

…They say it's over and I'm fine again, yeah, Try to stay sober feels like I'm dying here…

…No…