My life is something that no one can understand. My existence baffles them, they don't want to believe it. I myself, I don't have any reason to care. I lost that. My reason to live was taken from me.

My name is Abigail Gracen. To my knowledge, I am 19 years old. Where I'm from I'm about average build, standing about 5 foot 2 inches. I came from a good home, full of loving people and friends. I lived a full life. I knew what pain was, but I also knew what love was. I knew how it felt to have your world ripped apart and I also knew what it felt like to have your heart break. I experienced all of this, in only 19 short years.

I learned from all of this though and I wanted to live a better life and make my family proud. My life goal was to pursue a career in medicine, possibly settling for a degree as a physician.

I've been cursed with the most vivid of memories, both good and bad. When I close my eyes they're all I can see. I see them smiling and laughing. I can feel their arms around me and what it feels like to laugh so much you lose your breathe. I can feel handshakes and the feel of a pencil in my hand as I write papers. I can feel my instruments and what it felt like to really play, to let it all go. I remember what its like for my hair to whip around my face, driving down a deserted highway with all of the windows down. I remember what it felt like to stand in front of a huge crowd and give speeches. I can see they way the sun looks when you're with a beloved friend or parent. I can feel my dog jumping on me and giving me kisses. I can hear my cart hissing at her as he tries to paw himself up onto me also. I remember it all. I cannot close my eyes without reliving some unknown moment, all so bittersweet now.

My parents and family always described me as an optimistic girl, I used to laugh about anything, even if someone was yelling. Life was too short to be taken so seriously. That was before I lost my life.

I was tired of all these tests, all of these questions.

"What was the last thing you remembered?"

"Do you remember your name?"

"How old are you?"

"How did you get here?"

Please stop. Just stop! You ask me dull boring questions. The same questions, just different voices, phrasing, and even attitude. Believe me, I know my name, what I last remembered, how old I am. You're the doctors and nurses and scientists, shouldn't you be able to tell me why I'm here? Why I was taken from my home? Why me?

What had I done to deserve this hell? Why was my world being ripped from me once again? Why did I have to be this new science experiment, some scrap of a piece that no one can fully explain?

"Miss?" A voice called me back to the present. I looked up to acknowledge their presence. "Miss, can you tell me where you're from again?"

"Oh my gosh...how many freaking times do you need to hear the same damn thing? Why don't I say it in a different language for you? Will that help?" I sighed softly, this was just a hollow anger anymore. I lost the ability the feel long ago when I realized I would never see home again. Never hear my parents voices or feel the embrace of my sister. "Ohio. O-H-I-O." I spat out, accenting each letter. The woman looked at me, rolling her eyes.

I wasn't this rude ever, I wasn't brought up this way. So before you go and think I'm some punk please understand, how would you treat the very people who told you going home was impossible? Who kept you locked away in a lab and asked the same questions everyday?

I was tired of seeing white lab coats and breathing in air that was too stiff. I just wanted to be left alone and live out the rest of the years I had left, alone. I watched as the woman walked way from me, her eyes carrying some sort of hidden sadness. I looked around at my surroundings, a small doctor's office. The walls had posters and diagrams of certain body parts, with small descriptions in each of the corners. I looked out the door to see others trying to sneak glances at me, their eyes full of pity and curiosity.

What a strange combination of emotions, pity and curiosity. I used to believe curiosity was so happy and bright, the most innocent of emotions. Now I couldn't stand the very word. It was why I was here in this world and room. I was curious in my own life and took chances that I shouldn't have taken. I should have just lived a safe and comfortable life, none full of racing heart beats and sweaty palms. Curiosity was also why these people kept me here, trying to understand why I was suddenly in this world.

Today was my last day here. They decided on letting me go, with limited observation. The people here wanted me to go and have a life.

"Oh Miss Abigail!" A deep gruff voice carried through the room. It was a voice that I had come to look forward to, as he was the only one who could provide answers. An older man with graying hair charged the room, his own energy charging the air with life. He wore a black shirt and pants covered with a long white lab jacket and a name card on his upper left chest.

"Yes my dear Rodney?" I answered back sweetly, a fake smile crossing my lips. He hated it when I didn't at least try to pretend and for him I would try. He reminded me of a dear old friend.

"Today's the day dear. All of your stuff is packed and ready to be shipped with you. Your passport is with the guards, just waiting to escort you out of here. I must say though", his voice suddenly not so light, "why does it have to be so far away? Are we all that awful?" He teasingly asked trying to lighten the mood.

I couldn't answer that question for myself. Why the Kalos region?

"I just need a change of speed." I answered simply, not wanting to admit that I was hoping to just be forgotten. The idea that somewhere so far away and new gave me a certain charge, almost like the shadow of my former self, the girl who loved adventures, was peeking through. I stood slowly, throwing out my hand to say goodbye.

He looked at me, almost like he was trying to decide what to say. "Please do this old man one favor?" I looked at his pale blue eyes, my own brown ones challenging him to continue. "Please live for me, try to at least. You're so young and your eyes tell a story of a girl who wasn't afraid of living at one point in her life. Try a new job or even go back to school! Why-" He laughed loudly at this one, "Why not be a Pokemon trainer! I know you could do it, just do something that will bring those eyes a new lightness upon them and maybe even a real smile.

I chuckled at this, casting my eyes down to look at my feet. My hands automatically reached for my bag and I shouldered it on. I stood straight, catching a glance at myself in the window. I did not recognize this girl anymore. I looked the same but I wasn't the same. I was significantly smaller than Rodney. I wore dark straight jeans with black flats. My hair was a dark gold color, with so many different colors thanks to the sun. It flowed down in pretty waves way past my shoulders, almost accented against the dark black material of my oversized hoodie I was wearing. It still smelled of home.

"Sure Rodney, why not? A Pokemon trainer? I'm a little older than the other trainers don't you think?" I laughed, not wanting a reply. I cut him off before he could speak. "Thank you, and I hope you have a wonderful life." I said as I brushed past him, following the guards that were to take me to the ship. The ship that might take me to a new life.

I did not look back. I walked with confidence out those doors and into the glaring sun. Bird Pokemon filled the air with songs. I saw so many people walking with loved ones, whether it be human companion or even that of a Snubble or Zigzagoon. The walk to the ship was brisk, I could feel the impatience of the men leading me to the ship. They too must be tired of baby-sitting me.

The air felt so good in my lungs, the first fresh air I had breathed in since the day I woke up in this world. I followed silently as they walked me to the harbor, only a few minutes away from this lab. I did not help them as they carried my bags to the ship, nor did I care. I could only look ahead and hope that I could do this alone.

"A Pokemon trainer? Ha!" I laughed quietly to myself, shaking my head at his words as I boarded this ship. How absurd a thought.

I would have jumped at joy at his words in another life. I choked back a single tear as I looked at the open sea, passport in hand. Who knew a childhood dream could ruin a person like this?

My heart couldn't take on my new reality.