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Subject: Coooreeey... Author: Tortalla [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:05:16 03/18/02 Mon A roaring sound fills your mind, and the room swirls out of focus, to refocus at a police station. You're sitting in a little chair outside an office. It's very uncomfortable, and you shift slightly. Voices are speaking inside the office, and through the blurry window you can see silhouettes. One of them is speaking very fast and very low. Suddenly, your father's voice breaks out, filled with disbelief. The other talks again. Your father replies, but his voice is now angry. It fades slowly, getting quieter, and adds remorse, sorrow, longing, and pain. Oh, the pain! It's evident with every indistinct syllable, and you, years younger, wonder why... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: *blinks* Author: Corey [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:59:01 03/18/02 Mon *he had totally blocked this from his memory.* [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Coooreeey... Author: Tortalla [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:34:47 04/14/02 Sun Still sobbing, your father and the policeman come out. Father kneels down, trying to hold back tears, and looks you in the eye. "Corey," he says, heartbroken, "...your mother...she's..." His voice cracks, and he looks away. When he looks back, his eyes are tear-free, but reddened. "Your mother...she's dead. She killed herself..." He breaks off sobbing again. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Re: Coooreeey... Author: Corey [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:39:34 06/30/02 Sun Dad please stop crying. Mom didn't mean it... she still loves us. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Coooreeey... Author: Tortalla [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:43:12 06/30/02 Sun Your dad stares at you with hollow, stricken eyes. "Why...why would she kill herself if it wasn't for us? For me! It's my fault!" He slams his fist down on a table. The picture dissolves, but the sobbing remains. A coffin is being lowered into the ground. Black-garbed people stand solemnly but not silently. Weeping wracks their bodies. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Re: Coooreeey... Author: Corey [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:45:02 06/30/02 Sun Stop crying people... Mom is in a better place, I think. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Coooreeey... Author: Tortalla [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:54:39 06/30/02 Sun The crying drowns out your pleas, and as the coffin is slowly buried, shovelful by shovelful, the sobs get louder until people begin to turn away and sorrowfully walk back to their cars, heads bent into handkerchiefs and loved one's shoulders until you and your father are left all alone over her grave. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Re: Coooreeey... Author: Corey [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:59:12 06/30/02 Sun Why am I seeing this again... How is it possible... Am I not a "digidestined" [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Coooreeey... Author: Tortalla [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:03:15 06/30/02 Sun The scene fades away to show you instead back home. Your father sits opposite the TV, staring at it, but it's not on. He does this often now, simply staring and thinking and not doing much else. He rarely even eats, and his skin his pale and gaunt on his now-sharp cheekbones and hollow eyes. Your life seems to have dissolved...nothing is cheerful anymore. Everything is in greys and dark teals. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Re: Coooreeey... Author: Corey [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:04:59 06/30/02 Sun Dad please be happy. I don't want you to be sad. I'm still here. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Coooreeey... Author: Tortalla [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:10:11 06/30/02 Sun Your father doesn't hear you, see you, acknowledge your presence. He is wasting away before your very eyes, as if you're watching time-lapse photography. He seems to wither, the sparkle in his eyes going out entirely, until his body goes limp, and you are alone, all alone, with no one to turn to... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Re: Coooreeey... Author: Corey [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:12:35 06/30/02 Sun No, don't leave me dad. You wouldn't do that to me. You couldn't, is unbelievable. Dad its me your son. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Coooreeey... Author: Tortalla [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:15:36 06/30/02 Sun His body fades away, leaving the couch empty, and the apartment -- when your dad quit his job you couldn't afford the house -- seems suddenly more empty than ever before, despite all the homey touches you tried to add in an attempt to make your father feel happier. But now he's no longer here, and the Social Workers come to get you, to place you with a relative, but none are deemed capable of caring for children, and you're sent to the fostering home, to await a family...a new one...but it will never be a real one. You are alone. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Re: Coooreeey... Author: Corey [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:20:55 06/30/02 Sun No Dad! It isn't possible, it can't be, I'm in the digital world I haven't been home... how can this be happening. It's not happening! [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Coooreeey... Author: Tortalla [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:32:07 06/30/02 Sun It's rather weak, a slight tremble of the scene, but it's definitely there, adding a sense of unrealism to the world, but then it's back in force, strong and defined, and you're being marched in front of families with other parentless or unwanted children, being told to smile and look healthy and happy so that the men and women eyeing you up like kittens in a pet store will choose you. It's demeaning and undignified, and most of the kids scowl at the adults, daring them to choose them. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Re: Coooreeey... Author: Corey [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:34:19 06/30/02 Sun *screams at the top of his lungs* NO I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! IT CAN'T BE HAPPENING. I CAN'T NO I CAN'T! MY DAD WON'T DO THIS TO ME!!!!!! [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Coooreeey... Author: Tortalla [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 21:53:46 07/02/02 Tue The scene trembles again, more violently, and continues, growing stronger, the loud rumble crescendoing. Buildings collapse, people stumble into each other, huge cracks tear open the ground. Vehicles disappear into the depths, containing screaming people fighting to emerge from the mobile taking them to their deaths. Panic soon drowns out the terrifying roars of the earth. A tiny crack appears under your legs. You look down--you hear yourself whisper hoarsely, "No." The crack widens suddenly, thrown by a jolt of the land, and, having lost your grip on the place beneath the sky, you fall down, down, into what seems the very depths of Hell itself. Deeper, deeper, getting hotter and hotter. Beneath you you see what looks like molten lava, oozing sluggishly, yellow and red. You wonder briefly why you see no one else disappearing into it beneath you, but soon realize why. The temperature rises rapidly as you flail your way towards the core of the earth. Your skin begins to melt, sliding off you in great folds. Your eyes and and inner liquid start to boil, your bones incinerate. Overcome in pain, consciousness flees from you, whether in agony or death, you do not know. Your eyes open. You can feel yourself again. The floor is pleasantly cool to the touch. The Nightmare is over...but can you ever forget it? [ Post a Reply to This Message ]