A/N: Welcome to the new and improved Breaking Silence N x OC Fanfic. This story was once called Silence Speaks A Million Words, but I've refurbished it to the best of my ability and hope that it will be better than the old one. Don't worry fellow fans/followers; I didn't change much. :) Now, I will introduce the character:

Madelynn Smith is a girl of fifteen years who has just started out her journey in Unova, taking an Oshawott she's named Julian as her starter Pokémon. Her long, wavy, dark purple hair is parted to the right side. She has piercing icy-blue eyes that compares to the Antarctic waters. Her personality can be described as friendly, caring, and polite. Moreover, Madelynn is an introvert and favors being alone, but keeps Julian by her side at all times. She has a love for art, poetry, books, and photography.

I'll tell you this, too: Madelynn has an anxiety disorder, but I won't tell you what it is until the end. :) So, enjoy the story~

P.S: HORIZONTAL LINES INDICATE A TIME SKIP!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.

Up in the heavens, the large star shines furiously behind its clouded prison. Occasionally, the clouds tease the sun and let its radiant beams of light touch the earth only for a few moments until they decide to obstruct its rays once again. The puffs of whiteness taunt the star as their actions are repeated over and over again. Suddenly, a violent blast of air blows them out of the way, allowing the sun to shine in the blue sky without any problems.

Due to this, the sun's unbearably high temperatures of summer also accompany it. I strip off my jacket and tie it around my waist, and then jerk at the collar of my tank top repetitively, attempting to cool myself down... with little to no success seeing as how little a breeze came from it. My attention goes to Julian who is lying over my shoulder and panting to try and keep cool.

I ask the Sea Otter Pokémon, "Why don't we just sit down for a bit, hmm?"

I answer myself by sitting down on the ground with my legs crossed. Julian slides forwards off of my shoulder and lands in my lap with a weary smile. He's battled more than twenty Patrat over the few hours we've spent trying to find Accumula Town. No wonder he's exhausted.

While my finger traces around his scalchop, I say to him, "With any luck, we'll be in Accumula Town before the day's over. I'll be able to get you into a Pokémon Center so you can rest there. How does that sound to you?"

With a yawn, Julian nods, closes his eyes, and rolls over onto his side only to doze off within two minutes. I smile inwardly as I hear his calm breathing, and I reach my hand up to stroke his head soothingly.

Before today, I never thought that I'd have such an incredible Pokémon like Julian. His strength in battle combined with his will to keep going even after enduring many hits amuses me. In this one battle with a particularly strong Patrat, after being tackled more than five times in a row, the Sea Otter Pokémon got back up on his feet and blasted it with a powerful Water Gun attack, knocking it out soon after; however, Julian was extremely tired after that battle, so I came to the conclusion that I should stop pushing Julian and let him rest for a while.

Suddenly, I perceive the sound of rustling close by. The grass brandishes about as I look to the right of me; something is approaching us. Instincts tell me to run, but I'm immobile; my body is frozen to the spot with fright. I retain my breath while my heart begins pulsating faster. What is that? Is it a human? A Pokémon? ALIEN?! I ask myself, picking up and holding Julian close to my body in a desperate attempt to keep him out of harm's way... just in case it might be something dangerous.

To my relief, what comes out of the grass is nothing more than a regular old Patrat. I chuckle lightly as I think to myself how foolish I probably looked. If someone saw me, who knows what I might've done; I'd probably faint or something of that nature. I place Julian on the ground next to me, then direct my attention back at the Scout Pokémon who appears to be covered from head to toe in bruises and scratches. Before I can say anything to it, Patrat collapses to the earth beneath it, trembling and whining in pain. Quickly, I gather the suffering Patrat in my arms and jump to my feet.

I nudge Julian with the tip of my boot lightly as I try to wake him up, but all he does is push my foot away, and then rolls over onto his other side. Looking back at Patrat, I observe it seizing its stomach. The Scout Pokémon grits its teeth in agony and squints its eyes. Again, I nudge Julian a bit more forcefully and say to him in a panic, "Julian, you need to wake up!"

Still with no sign of waking, he continues to sleep, but now he begins snoring rather loudly. Becoming a bit agitated, I decide to crouch down and poke him repeatedly with my index finger all while saying "Wake up" every time I poke him.

Julian soon jumps to his feet and yells, pointing his scalchop directly at me, "OSHAWOTT, OSHA!?"

"I'm sorry," I apologize, knowing that what I did to him was in fact pretty irritating, "but this Patrat needs our help."

I show the Sea Otter Pokémon the Patrat whimpering in pain, and in return he looks at me with an apologetic expression.

"Don't worry about it Julian," I affirm and pet his head sympathetically. "Let's just worry about Patrat. We need to get it to a Pokémon Center right away."

Once I rise to my feet, Julian climbs up my legs and crawls up my back until he reaches my shoulder. Without another word said, I take off down the route, hoping that Accumula Town isn't much farther away.

I pass a few rather nice houses, so I know that I am now in Accumula Town. Julian clutches my shoulder with a death grip, trying his best to hang on what with the speed I was going while I sprint down the paved roads, but at the moment, Patrat is my main concern. With each step I take, never once did I look away from the Scout Pokémon as it flinches and whimpers in pain.

"Miss, watch out!" a male's voice comes from right in front of me, but it's too late for me to put on the brakes.

Julian hops off my shoulder before I collide with the person and fall to the ground on my left side, holding Patrat close to my chest to save him from harm. I look down to see the Scout Pokémon still in great pain, but okay nonetheless.

As I push myself up off the ground with a free arm and sit up, my eyes wander over to my right to see Julian darting towards me and Patrat. "Oshawott, wott, osha?" he asks in concern. I reply with a smile and he hugs my arm tightly.

After, my attention goes over to the male who is knocked flat on his back a couple feet away from me. He leans up on his elbows, rubbing his temple in irritation and asking himself, "Damn, what hit me? A Bouffalant?" He blinks his eyes twice and looks at me first with anger, and then with remorse; at this point in time, I look away to avoid eye contact. Soon, I hear footsteps approaching me, getting louder with each step. I make an effort to scoot away, but as soon as I get up to my feet, he's already in front of me. This makes me recoil and step back a bit, then hang my head so that my bangs cover my eyes.

"A-Are you okay?" the man asks me. "You aren't hurt, are you?" He then gasps, and as I look up to see why, I notice that his eyes are locked on Patrat who is now breathing quite heavily. "Y-You're Pokémon-!"

I embrace the Scout Pokémon securely while Julian scurries up to my shoulder. The very instant the male is about to say something else, I propel myself forward and shove him to the side, abandoning him at the spot without saying a word; I keep my eyes glued on the pavement as I dart for the Pokémon Center no more than fifty feet away from us.

"OshOsha, oshawott?" Julian questions.

I glance over at him; however, I didn't reply. There's no time to explain to him why I did that because Patrat is getting weaker and weaker with every second that passes, so I return my gaze back at the Pokémon Center. I take a fleeting glance down at Patrat. Hopefully, someone will be able to help Patrat... or else... it'll... I shake my head from that thought and rush through the sliding automatic doors, almost crashing into the glass as I didn't wait for them to open up entirely. Within the Center, I persist with my running and proceed up to the counter where I see a pink-haired lady standing behind it.

Realizing that I'm only a mere few feet away from crashing into the desk, I turn my feet to the side like I'm riding a snowboard and skid up to it. The woman shrieks in fright and ducks behind the counter, but before I can collide with the reception desk, I manage to slow myself down and come to a halt just inches away from it. Both Julian and I heave a sigh.

I notice the lady gradually rise up from behind the counter and ask us worriedly, "What's the ru-?"

Without looking at her, I hold out the injured Pokémon in front of her face, interrupting her sentence. She takes Patrat out of my hands, and at the same time as I'm getting ready to turn away, she says, "My goodness gracious! This Pokémon is completely worn out! Is this your Pokémon?!" I shake my head in reply and walk away quickly to have a seat on one of the couches. Whilst I do this, I hear her go through the doors to the medical wing and call to a Pokémon who I hear to be 'Audino'-her voice is blocked out by the metal doors soon after.

I hang my head in regret as I think to myself how I may've been too late, that nothing can be done to save it, or that Patrat may not survive. Julian nuzzles into my neck with concern, aware of my remorse for the Scout Pokémon. He slides down my arm like a pole and parks himself in my lap, looking me in the eyes and patting my leg as if telling me that everything is going to be okay. As a reward for his actions, I scratch around his ears and stroke him on the top of his head. Patiently, we both remain in the lobby and wait to hear the news about Patrat.

Ten minutes roll by before I hear doors slide open. Footsteps move towards me and Julian, and I hear the woman say, "The Patrat you brought in was in pretty bad shape. I could tell that it was in a lot of pain the moment you handed it over. I'm guessing it was in a battle before you saw it."

I keep waiting to hear that Patrat passed away...

She continues with an unhappiness-filled tone of voice, "Patrat was covered head to toe with patches of discolored fur, many scratches, a couple small gashes, and sores. Because of this, I honestly thought that it wouldn't make it over the minutes I spent with Audino trying to heal the poor thing." Her voice suddenly changes to a more joyful tone. "However, you were in the nick of time when you brought it here. That Patrat certainly wouldn't have pulled through had it not been for you."

Though she can't see it because my bangs hang over my face, I smile with joy at this very moment. Tears begin to form at the corners of my eyes, but I wipe them away immediately because I don't want her to see me cry.

"By the way, my name is Nurse Joy," she greets with a bow. "If you want, I can take you back and show you how Patrat is doing."

In response, I lift up my head a bit and nod as Julian hops up onto my shoulder. Smiling, she turns on her heels and walks toward the medical wing; I trail behind her while we walk through the automatic doors.

Inside, I notice that the room Patrat is being held in is an area with glass windows. Surrounding Patrat are a couple of pink and cream colored Pokémon. I decide to use my Pokédex for the first time and obtain it from one of the pockets within my bag, and then direct it at the creatures in front of me. Audino, the Hearing Pokémon. Audino can access a Pokémon's overall physical condition and mood using its ears.

"Right now, those two Audino are healing Patrat as best they can," she confirms. "By tomorrow morning, Patrat should be fully healed and feel better than ever. Why don't you rest for the night and stay here? I'll even heal your Oshawott for you."

I nod and hand over Julian to Nurse Joy who then immediately walks away with him. Julian looks over her shoulder and waves at me until they both round a corner, and I can no longer see him. My feet seem to act on impulse as they move towards the door of the healing room. My right hand clutches the handle and turns it, but as I open the door, the Audino inside confront me with displeased expressions.

"Please, I wish no more harm to Patrat," I verify. "I just wanted to see if he is okay."

The Audino look at each other and nod, then walk out the door, leaving Patrat and I alone. The Scout Pokémon is still whimpering, but his whines of soreness aren't as pain-filled as it was when I first saw it. Looking around, I find a small stool next to the door and slide it across the floor over to Patrat's bed. Once I take a seat, I reach out my hand and stroke its bruised fur gently, hoping not to hurt it. I then lie my head down next to it.

"Patrat, please make it until tomorrow," I tell it sleepily and yawn. "Y...you have to... make... it." My eyes close afterwards as I feel my mind slip into darkness.

A/N: Allright, to those of you who haven't already guessed it or who just scrolled down quickly to see what the anxiety disorder was before reading, Madelynn has Selective Mutism. SM co-exists with shyness or social anxiety, and it is an anxiety disorder where she is capable of speech yet is unable to speak in given situations or to specific people-such as when she didn't talk to Nurse Joy or when she prevented eye contact and ran away from the stranger when he talked to her. She is freely open to talking to Pokémon, however, as this causes no complications or anxiety for her. It's only people who freak her out.