Hi Everyone! Okay, I failed miserably at the Teen Titan stories, I know. But I want to make another attempt at successful story writing with this story.

The whole time I've been gone I've spent on working on this story, plots and such. It's all mixed up and needs more detail, but I have a small outline of main points through out the story. I only hope that I get it right this time.

Please Read and Review, tell me what you think and throw around ideas if you have any. This is my first Digi fic. Suggestions would be great. Hope you enjoy!

I have everything. I have a good school, big house, great friends, and a loving family. I've never fought with my brother and my parents care for each other and for us. I'm also very grateful for my friends. We have saved the Digital world and the Real world and everything is at peace, so we finally have time for ourselves. We hangout every day at the fields or at a park and talk about things that have come and gone or what may happen in the future.

And then there's Kari.

Kari is a wonderful young woman, dark brown hair and bright red-brown eyes, and a blinding smile. I've loved Kari since I could remember. That girl had hit me like a sudden realization. She fills me with light, and gives me hope for the future.

My life is a paradise, and I've never been happier.

Heh heh, Dreams can be wonderful things, huh?

Now, back to reality.

"T.K! Are you even listening to me?!" shouted mom angrily, snapping me out of my daze.

My life was a train wreck and a rescue search ready to fail.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?" I said quietly.

She huffed and crossed her arms.

"I'm going out. I want you to lock up the house and get right on your homework." She said.

"Mom. It's June. School's out." I informed her.

"Well then, in that case." She walked over to the counter and began to write something on a sheet of paper. She turns around and hands it to me.

"I need you to pick these up at the store, got that?" She said sternly.

"Alright. I'll get them on my way back." I said, looking over the list.

"No. I don't want you going to that club T.K." She said, hands on hips.

"Mom, I don't go to clubs. I work at a music shop."

"You shouldn't be working, you're underage!"

"Mom, I'm Seventeen."

"Whatever! Get into trouble for all I care!" She waved me off and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her.

I sighed and sat down. Some times she just didn't make any sense.

Mom and dad got divorced when I was a little kid. Mom had been cheating with her boss so she could get a higher position and a raise. Dad found out about it when he discovered that I wasn't actually his kid. He didn't ask any questions, he just took Matt and left me with Mom.

Lately, she's been really wrapped up in her work; forgetting things, falling behind in time, and becoming more and more agitated. Everything seems to make her mad.

She goes out with her friends to bars and clubs, getting drunk, getting high, getting laid, whatever the mood is. I've seen her wasted on a number of occasions. When she gets home, she's either to off to notice I'm there, or too angry to rationally work out her problems.

It'd be a lie to say she never hit me.

But I'd rather not get into that right now. Right now, I have no clue when she gets back; and I have to pick up her groceries!

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Waking up, I looked around and noticed that the curtains were wide open, allowing the sunlight to shine through on the bed. That would explain my waking up.

"Kari, Are you awake yet?" called my mom from outside the door.

"Perhaps." I called back, feeling rather aggravated.

"Well get up! I need you to make a run to the grocery outlet!" She said and I heard her walk off.

I groaned and pulled myself out of bed. I was having such a nice dream, too. It was utter darkness. There was absolutely nothing anywhere in site. It was my favorite kind of dream for some weird reason.

I dressed with darker clothes today, dark blue jeans and a black tank top with a gold chain around my neck and wrist. I walked out the door to the living room where mom and Tai were. Tai turned around and smiled at me.

"Hey Kari! How are you today?" he asked cheerfully.

"…Apathetic." I responded and walked over to mom.

"You wanted something?" I asked her, hands in my pockets.

"You're pretty monotone today. Something wrong?" She asked, looking down at me.

"Nope. Just awaiting the wonderful joy of walking three feet to the store." I pointed over my shoulder to the outlet across the street in aggravation.

Mom laughed, seeming a little nervous.

"Actually, I wanted you out to deliver something for me." She said.

"…Why didn't you just say that?"

"Then you would've brushed it off on your brother."
"I would've brushed the outlet on my brother, too, but you didn't seem to mind. Why me?"

"Well, you're friends with T.K. I need you to drop something off at his house for his mother for me."

"What is it?" I asked, almost curious.
Mom walked over to the fridge and pulled out a paper bag with a large bottle of vintage Italian wine.

"This was so hard to get, and Nancy's been talking so much about how she wanted a bottle!" She said and handed me the bottle.

It was a pretty rare vintage, nice bottle with a twisted neck, cool blue color, a red wine no doubt. I looked up at mom.

"Uh, mom? I don't think she needs this."

"What? It's not like she's a drunk! Now go take over while it's still cold!" She ushered me out of the house and shut the door.

I sighed and tucked the bottle in a pocket. Hey, these pockets are pretty large, and the materials contain elastic. Not like I can't fit the width of a bottle in my leans. The top of the bottle stuck out however.

I didn't care if the wine was ruined on the way to T.K.'s house. It was still alcohol. His mom didn't need anymore of it. He told me about his mother, and I've seen her out with her friends, hammered to hell with some guy on top of her.

I sighed again. T.K. said that there were more than a few times where she came back from a bad sexual episode. She was always angry at that, and poor T.K. was always on the receiving end of her anger. I've seen him walking around with bruises on his wrists and eyes. They'd be all over his body; his mom didn't seem to hold back on her thrashings. I looked up and noticed that I was already in front of his building.

What the hell? How'd I get here so fast?

I went in and took the elevator to T.K.'s floor and waited. I didn't really care for this part of town. There were a bunch of weird people around a lot. Yolie and Cody moved to another part of town because their parents didn't want them in this area.

Yeah. That bad.

The door opened and I walked out on the terrace to T.K.'s door. It was further down the hallway than the elevator, so I walked quickly with hopes to shake the alcohol and make it spray in dear mother's face. That never really worked in the past though, so I just used to the "I need to get there fast" excuse.

I reached the door and knocked. There was no answer.

Knock, knock, knock

Nothing still.

"Huh, must be out." I mumbled. I looked around to make sure no one was around and reached above the door frame. T.K. and I have been friends for a while, and it became a habit to walk in each other's homes at random. He told me where the hidden key was at his place, and I told him mine, just incase no one was there to answer the door.

Just a habit. And this saved me time from breaking the lock.

I pulled down the key and unlocked the door. I yawned as I walked inside and shut the door behind me. I walked over to the counter and set the wine down. I had half a mind to drain the wine and kipe the bottle. It was pretty neat looking. Shaking my head, I went and fell on the couch with low grunt. I'd rather be asleep right now. I had work tonight and I was still tired.

"SpakOynay nOchi!" I said to no one in particular as I tried to sleep.SpakOynay nOchi, by the way, is Russian for Good Night.

"You Mean dObraye Utra" I heard a voice say. I looked over at the door and saw T.K. with large grocery bags under his arms.

"No, not good morning. Good night." I said and lay back down.

He chuckled and set the groceries on the counter. T.K. and I have this weird way of talking, depending on the day we'll start small talk in Russian, Portuguese, American English, whatever.

"Kak dela?" (How are you?)

"TAk sibe. A u tibyA?" (So-So. And you?)

"HarashO, Spasiba" (I'm fine, thanks)

"PazhAlusta" (You're welcome)

"Kari?"

"Yeah?"

"Where'd we learn that again?"

I shrugged.

"I dunno."

"What's this?" I hear him ask.

He picked up the bottle of wine.

"Awe, you brought wine for mother?" He asked innocently with a smile.

I knew though. He was afraid of the later outcome.

"Yeah. But that's a really cool bottle and really expensive wine. I'd hate to see some woman just chug it down disrespectfully." I said, getting up and walking over to him.

"In meaning?"

"I dunno. I thought you might have an idea."

"Well I don't."

"Well neither do I."

"Well then why ask?"

"'Cause I saw your mom at a bar on my way here and figured she didn't need it."

"Well, We know what happens if we kipe it. Your mom calls to see if we got it, mom says no, confronts me, I come up with some excuse, I get my ass kicked. Meanwhile, your mom chews you out asking why my mom didn't get the wine and demand to know where the said bottle is, yet we can't do anything about it then because we gave it to some random homeless person or rest home from the pure kindness of our hearts and it would be long gone by then." He explained.

I raised an eyebrow.

"So, since I expect mother to be home any time, let's just get it out of the way and pull down a glass for her." He said as he walked to the window.

"Oh alright." I said with a sigh and pulled down a glass. Sometimes I hate it when he actually makes a point, rambling or not.

"Huh. Speak of the Devil." I heard him say as he peered out the window.

The door opened to reveal a staggering Nancy with disheveled hair and a beer bottle in hand.

"T.K., what is she doing here? With Alcohol?" She asked suspiciously.

I forced a smile and filled the glass.

"Mom got some Vintage Wine for you; we were just pouring you a glass." I said sweetly. Internally I was saying 'Damn it, I wanted that.' Awe well.

Nancy Staggered over and lifted the bottle.

"What the fuck is this?" she slurred and tried to focus on the words. I rolled my eyes and set down the glass.

I heard her scream in delight.

"Is this a 1994 Vintage Port?!" She shouted.

We didn't answer. I backed up slowly toward T.K.

"It Is! Oh my God!" She screamed and opened it. She began to chug it down, which was something that I'd rather not see. That was very hard to get.

"Mom, Hold it." Said T.K. as he went over and pulled the bottle away.

"Wine like this needs to breath." He said and put it down. He picked up the glass and handed it to her.

"One glass at a time." He said. I could barely see it, but it was there. His hand trembled slightly as she yanked the glass out of his hand and guzzled it.

T.K. sighed and came back to the window.

"I'm not sure how this'll turn out. You'd better go." He said and ushered me out the door.

"Thanks for coming by." he said with a smile and shut the door.

I sighed.

Way to go mom. This isn't going to go very well, not when she runs out of that stuff.

I started to walk back home with my hands in my pockets.

"I wonder if he'll live for tomorrow." I said aloud. I regretted leaving him there. I turned to go back several times, but couldn't make up my mind. I groaned in agitation and walked back to T.K.'s in a fast trot.

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"So how was your trip?" I asked her politely.

She'd just downed her glass and was pouring another.

"It was good. Why was Kari here? She didn't bring this for me, did she?" She asked angrily.

Oh boy.

"No, she did. Her mom bought it and asked her to bring it here."

"Why didn't her mom bring it herself?"

"I don't know."

She threw the glass against the wall, making it shatter. I winced at the sound.

Oh no.

"Is this what you do when I'm out? Get drunk with your little girlfriend? Anything else you want to tell me T.K.? How many friends have you brought over here, hmm? How many girls have you gotten drunk and fucked already, hmm?" She asked in utter rage.

"None Mom! You know I wouldn't disobey you like that!" I said, anger and fear in my voice.

She hit me across the face.

"Don't use that tone of voice with me. You know that I hate it when you lie." She said dangerously.

"I'm not lying!"

She hit me again. Why didn't I stop her?

"You're just TRYING to make me mad aren't you?!" She yelled angrily. She stocked back to the bottle and drowned it down.

"I don't know why you're like this, T.K., but I guess I really must have messed up somewhere. Maybe I didn't discipline you enough." She said.

"Mom, no. That's not it."

"Or maybe I was too lenient. Maybe I let you hang around your little friends to much. Or, perhaps it was when I let you go to that Digital world. Ever since then, you've been a complete failure to me!"

I was silent.

She used this line a lot on me, but no number of uses made the pain lessen.

I wanted to do something, say something that would get her to say she didn't mean it.

I wanted to hear her laugh and say she was only kidding me and that we'd be alright.

But, since that wouldn't happen, I did the only thing that I could do. I couldn't fight back.

I hung my head.

"I'm sorry mom."

"To your room. Now." She said forcefully.

I walked to my room, head up, eyes forward. I didn't look her in the eyes. That usually sets her off, and I would end up with cuts to join the usual bruises.

I shut the door and sat my bed. I put my head in my hands and sighed.

I'm seventeen years old. I've lived with my mom like this since I was six. She began to regularly beat me at thirteen. I never fought back; I let her hurt me like this. Now, when I look in the mirror, I only see a scarred face and an empty heart.

It'd be a lie to say I never attempted suicide.

I've downed sleeping pills, slit my wrists to the veins, stopped my breathing, forced my head underwater, and I have a noose made and ready. Yet, I don't die. It's almost as if some force stronger than my own is saying that I must live. Live to see the future and find happiness, or live to suffer under my mother until she kills me, I don't know. But it says I must live, and I will. If only for a little while.

After all, I still have Kari and the others to think about. I found my self wondering if they would ever miss me, but I know they would. I know that it would be torture for a few of them. I pull myself out of my thoughts and look out the window and see Kari sitting on the window sill, staring at me.

"I'm sorry." She said.

"For what? You never did anything." I said reassuringly. I can trust Kari with my secret. She understands the pain that I feel, almost as though she can feel it, too.

"For coming. I should have just taken that bottle somewhere else." She said, looking away from me.

Her voice was even, no faults or breaks. She's gotten tougher.

"It's not your fault."

"It's not yours, either." She answered, looking me in the eye.

I blinked.

"Don't let it go on like this. You can't survive much longer here." She said and stood up and left through the window.

I have nothing. Kari is the only, light in my life now, and she seems to drift further and further away. I live only for her, and for the ones that could possibly care for me.

But that doesn't mean I don't want to die.

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She opened her eyes and stared up at the looming statue. Getting up from her meditation, she said a short prayer to the statue and left. Entering the sunlight, she took a deep breath and smiled at her surroundings. The green, rolling hills of her home welcomed the young blond and the sunlight warmed her skin.

She stepped forward through the grass and over the small hills.

'What a wonderful day.' she thought to herself.

She lived in a paradise. There was always a blue sky, the grass was always green, the weather was always perfect, and the feeling always happy. She lived in a large two-story cottage at the top of the mountain and had a wonderful loving family. Her parents cared for her and her worries were nowhere in site.

And yet, there was something missing. She couldn't quite place it. She knew she had her faults, she literally had no friends due to her painfully shy nature, she was virtually mute, and she was adopted into this family.

She had already come to terms with that.

What was she missing? Why did she feel as though she were only half?

She told herself she'd just figure it out later and lay down on a hill, letting the grass roll around her and the breeze brush her hair and lips.

'It's not your fault.' she heard a male voice say. She looked up and around, her deep green eyes scanning the area. There was no one there.

"It's not yours either." Came another voice clearly in her ears, as if there as someone right next to her.

She felt a sudden pang of utter sadness.

"Don't let it go on like this. You can't survive much longer here." came that same voice, only quieter, sadder.

Then there was silence.

The girl looked up to the sky.

Then she felt the urge to take an object, any object, and kill herself.

'What was that?' she thought as the feeling passed.

Okay, not the best, but I've made worse.

Please tell me what you think, maybe give some Ideas before I ruin it in the next chapter.