random digimon stuff

I wanted to write some s2 a n g s t

~{ yay, a n g s t - }~

Another bad day.

He got detention for getting into a fight he didn't start. Again.

During soccer practice, he fell and his team laughed at him

He got distracted in the digital world, and almost got lost. He was slightly harshly scolded for that.

He didn't get much sleep the night before, and could barely focus that day.

Now, he was in his room, sobbing, and while he was trying to stop himself, he just couldn't.

"I shouldn't be crying over this" he mumbled between sobs. "It's pathetic" he continued, calming down a bit.

He picked up the blade he kept under his pillow and stared at it, before rolling up his sleeve and taking a deep breath.

He slid it across his arm and looked at the fresh trail of red that appeared on his skin, amongst others. It made him feel better for some odd reason, the blade. A punishment for himself, but also a sense of relief in a way.

He dragged the blade across his arm in a few different directions, occasionally making a shape or two. Then, he froze when the door opened.

"Hey, I got you some fo- ...." The sound of a bag dropping startled him and he dropped the blade, looking at his sister.

"Hi.." He mumbled quietly, knowing she saw him.

"What... What are you- why are you-" she couldn't finish her sentence, as she was too in shock as to what she just witnessed.

"Just.... Leave." He said, barely above a whisper, picking up the blade and placing it back under his pillow

"But you-"

"I know. Please, just.... Go away."

"We're gonna have to talk about this later, you know." She reluctantly stated, closing his door and leaving.

"Yeah, I know." He sighed, rolling his sleeve back down and resting his head on his pillow.

"Tomorrow is probably going to be worse than today." Was the last thing he said before falling asleep.

~{You see, t h i s is what you get when you have never before written angst-}~