Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon so don't sue.
Rating:PG-13
Author's Note:Season 02. Flame on if you wanna,I will read all replies. Story is Sad and Angtsy,I was sad when I wrote this. Got idea from KatKid's story about a depressed Kari.
Dear journal:
Today I had a ball game, I missed the last shot that would've won the game for us. This journal idea is so damn stupid Dr. Masake. I hate it and I also hate myself.
Dear journal:
This was a BAD day, First of all I was late for school, got a C on a History paper I spent all night typing, then Yamato was bickering with Taichi again so I told them to shut the **** up. Taichi tried to talk so I busted his nose. Sometimes I feel that Hikari is my lifesaver that keeps me from drowning in the dark ocean of Despair.
Dear journal:
Had a bad day again, Matt was fussing over me hitting Taichi, so when he left to practice with his band I got a paring knife from the kitchen and as I thought of all my pain and sorrow I slashed my arm. It felt odd watching as the slice turned red as the crimson flowed. Then my angel of Light called me to say she wouldn't be at school tomorrow cause she was sick.
Dear journal:
Today was ok, I didn't think that I was ever gonna have a ok day again. School sucked as usual. After school was over I visited Kari. Taichi punched me in the gut then he let me in. We apologized to each other, he let me go to her room. She was Beautiful even if her hair was wet with a cold sweat. I held her and I told her she had to get better or else .As she fell to sleep I cried a tear for her and as it fell she screamed in pain "ahhhh my it hurts T.k help me" so I held her tightly to me chest as tears racked her petite form. Taichi ran in scaring us both, he asked me go so I did. Night.
Dear journal:
Life sucks, Hikari was sent to the hospital with pneumonia. Then as I walked to go to visit her Daisuke strutted up to me and he said" why you are sad T.A ?."Kari dump you?" with that word he spoke I pushed him into traffic he barely missed being squashed like the bug he is. Now I've got the knife again, but its not pressed to my its pressed to my wrist ,cause when Daisuke told Hikari what she slapped me then she sucked his breath out when they kissed.
Here Lies Takuru Takaishi,
1989-2001
Our lives in shadows now, and from these shadows no Hope will shine again.