It's Time To Say Good-bye
- By Jerome
Authors note- OK people this story is quite sad and it paints quite a bad
side to Matt's
dad. If you people out there have any problems with that don't read this.
Also Disclaimer-
I don't own digimon.
His every breath is weaker then the last. I sit and watch his chest move
slowly up and
down. When other people looked down at my brother all they seemed to see was
the
blood and bandages. His once blond uncombed hair, now has blood and gore
matted into
it. His face is like a mask, so pale and still. The doctors are saying that
he is dying.
DYING!! The doctors say that my brother Matt is dying!! Tears sting my eyes.
"Please don't leave me." I whisper to him.
The doctors say that he could
die
at any
moment. They wanted to take him off the machine that was keeping him alive.
Mommy
wouldn't let them though.
I don't know where my dad is. He had left Matt on
our
doorstep one night and left. That night he had been covered in bruises and
broken bones,
but nothing like this!!
His eyes flutter for a moment and I think that mabe
he is about to
wake up. He doesn't have the strength though. His closes them again. He seems
to be
giving up. I think he would have if I wasn't here.
Don't die, please don't die." I say quietly begging him. I remember
what
happened. It
had only been a few days after all of his bruises had healed from when daddy
had hit him. I
remember it so clearly.
Flashback- A week ago.
"Matt, don't forget to come right home after the movie. T.K. has school
tomorrow."
Matt's mom yelled down the stairs.
I was so excited to finally be going to a
movie with
just my brother. Matt didn't seem to mind taking me. They would take a bus to
the movie
theatre and then take another bus home. Matt and mom had made all the plans.
Matt had
promised to take me to the movies almost as soon as he got out of the
hospital.
It was a
month after we had returned from digiworld. Everyone seemed to have forgotten
about
the giant digimon that destroyed the town, they said it had been caused by a
weather
balloon explosion.
Soon when we went to go pick up Matt for one of his
weekend stays,
we saw his face bruised. A long scratch went all the way down his arm.
"What happened Matt?" I had asked. Matt looked at me pleadingly begging me
not to ask,
begging not to answer. Just then daddy had walked from his room. Matt moved
in front of
me. He cringed when daddy started to look at him.
"Yes Matt, tell your mother and brother what happened." He had said. Before
Matt could
start though daddy continued. "Yes tell them how you got into another fight
at school,
then how you came home and daddy punished you!" He had finished yelling.
Matt's head
sled down until he was looking at the floor. Suddenly for no reason, that I
could see,
daddy backhanded Matt in the face. Matt flew landed heavily on the ground
near my
mothers feet.
"You can have the useless kid." Dad had said looking at mom. "I'll drop
him
off
tomorrow. I thought I saw a flash of hope shine in my brothers blue eyes.
The
next night
we heard the doorbell. When mom and me opened the door we say Matt on the
doorstep.
He lay on the welcome mat face down in a pool of blood. Mom called the
hospital and
they came and saved Matt. They took him to a room and bandaged all of his
cuts and
bruises. He had three broken ribs as well. They never found dad though. When
they went
to his apartment they found nothing.
After Matt had come to live with us, he
seemed more
quiet then normal. I thought it was because mom was always around. Finally
when he had
asked mom if he could take me to the movies, she had said yes. I was never so
happy.
Mom was letting just me and Matt go to the movies.
Matt went up the stairs to
go get the
money from mom. I waited down stairs as I had been told. Matt had asked me if
I wanted
any of our friends to come along. I had said no, thinking that I could have
my brother all
to myself for one night. Matt came down stairs money in hand, he then put it
into his
pocket and said.
"OK, were ready. Let's go kid." He said it with a friendly smile. We
caught
the bus and
made it to the movies on time. Once there Matt bought me a big carton of
popcorn. We
watched the movie. It was good. Matt had let me pick the move. After the
movie we left
the theatre. We only had to walk a block to get to the bus station.
As we
walked past one
of the ally ways someone stepped out behind us. Matt hard the mans footsteps
and
stopped and turned around. There stood his worst nightmare. His dad stood
there holding
a club. Taking one look at Matt his face twisted into the face of a madman,
one eager to
kill.
"Run T.K.!, Go get help!" Matt had said pushing me.
I ran the rest of the
way to the bus
station. I fumbled in my pocket, looking for the quarter I always kept there.
Finding it I
dialed -911.
"911 Emergency, how may I help you?" The lady on the phone asked. I quickly
told her
what was happening. She told me that the police were on there way now. The
police came
and picked me up. They took me to the police station where a big man asked me
all sorts
of questions. Then mommy ran in. The police man said something in her ear. It
seems that
they had caught daddy. Mom moved closer to me and hugged me. She then looked
at me
looking for scratches or bruises.
"Where's Matt?" I asked. She looked as if I had punched her. Her face
seemed
somewhat
pained.
"In the hospital." She had answered.
"Is he going to be OK?" I asked tears filling my eyes.
"I don't think so." She said quietly
** ** **
Now I look t my brothers blooded face. He has a cut wound on his forehead,
that it seems
no mater how tight the hospital tied it around his head blood still came out
covering his
face.
All of our friends came by. Each brought him a present. Sora brought
him flowers.
She put them in a vase on the table by his bed. Izzy left his laptop. He said
that we could
borrow it until Matt got better. Mimi brought flowers too. We put them in the
vase with
Sora's. Joe brought over Matt's favorite kind of candy. He left it next to
the vase. Also he
took a look at Matt while he was there, and his face paled quite a bit. He
knew what I
knew Matt was dying. Kari came over and watches Matt when I sleep, this is
the best gift
of all. At least for me. Now I know that my brother is safe when I go to
sleep. saving me
from the nightmares that hunt my dreams. Tai brought over a small slip of
paper. It is a
restraining order for dad when he gets out of jail.
I look into my brother
eyes. Once again
they flutter. I hold my breath and watch as this time as they open. He looks
at me and tries
to smile. The effort only brings him pain.
"Good-bye, T.K...." He begins. He stops and begins to cough up blood.
"I'm
dying kid, I'll
miss you..." His voice seemed to be getting weaker.
My eyes filled with
tears. My mom
ran in. Seeing Matt's eyes open, she to thought that he was getting better.
Matt again
opens his mouth to speak, but his last words came out as a whisper.
"I love you." I started to cry. I thought mom would do something make it all
better. But
when I looked at her I saw that she too was crying.
"Don't die Matt, please don't die." I said looking at my brother. He
only
smiled, though
the pain must have been great. An hour later he was dead.
A week Later
I look at my brothers grave. Upon it was written "Here lies Yamato Ishida.
Best friend,
loyal brother and best son."
Underneath the writing is a picture of an angel
holding a
rose. I look at the grave and hold up the gift my brother gave me that night.
It had been
during the movie, and he had just put it in my hand and said.
"Promise me that you'll learn to play one day."
Looking at the gift I
could
only nod
because there in my hand was Matt's harmonica. Looking at the grave now I
gently put
the instrument to my lips and began to play. Though I'm not nearly as good as
Matt was.
The melody seemed to fit the moment.
Tai too went to the graveyard that
night. As he
grew close to the place where his friend was buried, he heard something.
Looking from
behind a tombstone he saw T.K. playing Matt's harmonica.
"Well Matt, you may be gone but we will never forget you." Tai said to
himself in a
whisper.
T.K. never knew he had an audience and wouldn’t have cared even if
he did,
because now the only person he played for was his friend, and brother, Matt.
stopping for
only a minute he said to the grave
"Good-bye Matt." And began to play again. Tai sitting close by heard every
word.
