Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any of the characters. I just write and use them so I can express my feelings. Well, this one is goin to be a set of stories down in the lives of the digidestined, and how each and every person struggles in different aspects. First one I'm doing is on Taichi. You will have to assume what his problem is. Please R&R. -
Tai: Deliverance doesn't deliver itself...
Tai sat in his roomy apartment. He never actually liked being by himself. Ever. Even when he's around other people, like the digidestined. Agumon was his only 'real' friend. Now he was gone. Tai and the rest of the group had left their partners, because they defeated the notorious forces that haunted the Digital World.
His kitchen, he concluded, needed more space and knick knacks, as funny as it sounds. It was true, it was very small and bare, something that Tai had never really cared much to actually do. Then again he never did a lot either. His interest in life grew very bland. Life seem to take him by the arm, bitterly, and smashed him against the wall, shattering everything he had made for himself. All because that unfortunate day, he let his sister get hurt in the Digital World. He wishes he hadn't have been there when he saw his mom's face. She slapped him in the face, followed by TK's anger.
Then as he left the hospital, hurt, down and tired . Sora, his best friend and his ex girlfriend, had finally found him. Then the following words had been echoing through his head, after she told him what she thought of him. " Tai, how could you let something happen to Kari? " asked Sora, as tears rolled down her face.
He stood in awe. He was about to respond when she interrupted his process of responding. " Good job Tai! You really fucked up. Why can't you be more like Matt? Responsibility, Tai. You abuse it. Why? I dunno Tai, why don't you tell me, huh? Sorry Tai but I can't see you anymore, you scare me... leave me alone!" cried Sora has her breathe became heavy, as if the pain was too much to bare.
Tai ran for his life. Street light posts blur past, as Tai felt the warm substance fill in his eyes. Why am I crying, Thought Tai, as his pace quickened. Why am I always ... as Tai trailed off, he thought of his last resort. His choice is too run away. He thought he would do it later, while his mom and dad won't be home.
He made it awkwardly to his parents apartment. He gathered his stuff, as he entered his boarding room from his parents. He left a lot of stuff from the previous night outing in the digital world. He gathered his soccer bag, and put several articles of clothing in it. He saw the picture of him and Sora playing soccer together. She's right, why can't I be more like Matt ? thought Tai, as he sat on the corner of his unmade bed. Tears rolled off his face. He took the frame apart and ripped apart the side he was on, leaving Sora on the other. He also found the rest of the pictures of him and Sora and did the same for all.
After he accomplished that, he put all of the pictures of Sora in an envelope and wrote ' Sorry for wasting precious moments with you. It won't ever happen again. Tai.' and sealed it.
He gathered other objects that he either knew he could pawn off, or use as a necessity. Finally he was down pretty much to nothing financially, when he found his digivice. It had blue , outer designs, ranging from navy blue to a faint blue, and next was a crest. Courage. "Ha!" laughed Tai, as tears rolled down his face, " I guess I won't ever need this again, cause I obviously proven that I'm not strong enough..."
As Tai trailed off into a new world of sorrow and grief, his digivice turned into many numbers of data, and disappeared along with the crest with in the pendant. The necklace looked very empty with out a crest to occupy it. He picked it up, and propped open his spacious window and threw it away for the last time. Ever.
After that, he took his small amount of prized possessions and around three hundred dollars, placed them in his soccer bag. Then he departed on his own, leaving the miserable past behind him.
For several months he lived on the streets because he never had enough money to pay his rent, so the land lord ceased the contract. He pawned off his possessions to have a bit of money just to get by, along with a full time job, that payed small, but piled the physical labour on his body. He work massive amounts of hours every week, only to get a small pay cut.
For almost two years, Tai had never heard from Kari, his parents nor his friends ( If you want to call them that). He attempted to talk to his mom, but she wanted nothing to do with him at all. Tai also had a very bossy supervisor who was never easy on him, and pushed Tai till he was physically exhausted.
Tai sat up from the box he found one day, behind an electronic store. His stomach growled and ached so much, that he threw up his stomach acids. He burned the out side of his mouth. But he got up and attempted to proceed to work He paused. He had nothing anymore. Why bother? He lost everything. He lost his shelter that he worked extremly hard for, and now has nothing.
After realizing that he had to go work, he continued to walk, with his chocolate hair facing down at his feet. He didn't want to look at anyone. The people scared him. Finally he arrived fifteen minutes late. His boss waited impatiently in the front door of the establishment, obviously wanting to talk with Tai very urgently. tai looked up and noticed that his face was full of anger and hatred. " Tai, I TOLD YOU... NO MORE STEALING!" burst the supervisor, as he hauled off and laid Tai out in the gut, sending him breathless.
Tai was breathless and weak. He had never stole from anyone. Ever. tai then gained enough to listen to the other employees discussing their incidents in which they claimed they caught him stealing. " YOU'RE FIRED!" yelled the supervisor as he walked aay and signaled for a bulky guy to come and kick tai out of his establishment.
Tai finally regained his breathe and found he was amazingly groggy as well. He dragged his injured body to an alley way and laid against a building that seemed to face it's rival straight across form it. He tried to sleep, and did so, but some unfortunate thief came and robbed Tai of his last belongings. Tai awoke several hours later to realize it was stolen. He still remembered he had one more way out. One more ticket out of this hell hole. He took out a handled object and revealed its full six inch slab of steel, and it's full sharpness.
He sob heavily, not knowing why he is still living. Why does the world hate me? thought Tai, as he tore off his ragged shirt and revealing his sore, frail skinny and bone popping chest. His bruised ribs stuck out the most. But now it was time He turned his arm around, and never held back.
The knife met his skin, and pain surged all over, but it was relieving to him. The blood coagulated from his body, all over his chest, arm and thighs. Tears urupted from the inncent youth as he cried out for help, but no one seemed to hear... He was never to be seen again.
Ever.
