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(This is a digimon fanfic that I started. It is a work-in-progress. I hope you all read and enjoy. Please, review. I would appreciate feedback. Thanks)
Summary: Follow the journey of Reth, who is whisked away to the Digital World for an unforgettable adventure; not only to save it, but also to save himself and the people of his past. Digimon, like you've never seen it before...
Digimon: Distorted Souls
Prologue: A Broken Reflection
I was so mad at the world, and I guess, mad at myself. It seemed liked good things, exciting things, happened to other people and never happened to me. My life was one disastrous event after another. Sometimes life went really well for me, but something tragic was always just around the corner.
Everything that had affected me in the past caught up to me in the present. I’m not a bad person. I’m a great guy and always do what anybody ever asks of me. I try to be what everybody else wants me to be, but it does not matter because being this way never helps me. I have changed a lot from the person I used to be. At least, that is what I always hear. If that one event in my life had never occurred...
“Reth, come downstairs. I know you’re home.”
My mom was calling me, but I did not want to see her. She would make me feel worse about myself, about the whole situation. I was already down because I had gotten into a fight, and it did not help that I had lost it but it was inevitable. I could not win because I was not a fighter anymore. I was a peacemaker, a pacifist. No matter what, I would not fight back.
I’m guessing, I didn’t really want to either. I couldn't worry about that right now , I had to worry about my mom. If she saw my cuts and bruises, she’d get mad because they would remind her of him. I couldn’t understand why she did not realize I wasn’t my brother.
“If you don’t come down, I’m coming up.” She added.
I got up and locked the door. I would not deal with this tonight. Tomorrow would be the day of the disappearances, the 4th year anniversary, and taking in so much at one time hurt too much. My brother was gone, my friends were gone, and with them, I was gone. I just wanted to go to sleep. I lay on top of my bed with my eyes closed hoping my life was a dream. I heard my mom at the door begging me to open it, but I ignored her. I ignored everything, began to block everything from my mind and heart, until finally there was darkness.
"You’re our only hope now...”
Summary: Follow the journey of Reth, who is whisked away to the Digital World for an unforgettable adventure; not only to save it, but also to save himself and the people of his past. Digimon, like you've never seen it before...
Digimon: Distorted Souls
Prologue: A Broken Reflection
I was so mad at the world, and I guess, mad at myself. It seemed liked good things, exciting things, happened to other people and never happened to me. My life was one disastrous event after another. Sometimes life went really well for me, but something tragic was always just around the corner.
Everything that had affected me in the past caught up to me in the present. I’m not a bad person. I’m a great guy and always do what anybody ever asks of me. I try to be what everybody else wants me to be, but it does not matter because being this way never helps me. I have changed a lot from the person I used to be. At least, that is what I always hear. If that one event in my life had never occurred...
“Reth, come downstairs. I know you’re home.”
My mom was calling me, but I did not want to see her. She would make me feel worse about myself, about the whole situation. I was already down because I had gotten into a fight, and it did not help that I had lost it but it was inevitable. I could not win because I was not a fighter anymore. I was a peacemaker, a pacifist. No matter what, I would not fight back.
I’m guessing, I didn’t really want to either. I couldn't worry about that right now , I had to worry about my mom. If she saw my cuts and bruises, she’d get mad because they would remind her of him. I couldn’t understand why she did not realize I wasn’t my brother.
“If you don’t come down, I’m coming up.” She added.
I got up and locked the door. I would not deal with this tonight. Tomorrow would be the day of the disappearances, the 4th year anniversary, and taking in so much at one time hurt too much. My brother was gone, my friends were gone, and with them, I was gone. I just wanted to go to sleep. I lay on top of my bed with my eyes closed hoping my life was a dream. I heard my mom at the door begging me to open it, but I ignored her. I ignored everything, began to block everything from my mind and heart, until finally there was darkness.
"You’re our only hope now...”