Summary – Have you ever noticed how the worst situations tend to bring out the best in us? Or how just when you think things just couldn't get any worse, they usually do? Or that when you've lost all hope and you don't think you can go on any longer, the one person you care about more than anything else on this godforsaken planet tells you the one thing that you've whished would pass their lips for as long as you could remember, 'I love you', and suddenly you feel stronger than ever before.
That's what this story is about, it's about finding love and putting it all on the line. And it's about this "You can't make someone love you, all you can do is stalk them and hope with time they panic and give in."
Disclaimer – I don't own Pokemon and if I suddenly come up with an original character here and there (god forbid) I'll warn you.
Oh, BTY, this story has an original character that shall be called stalker chick as of now until I officially introduce her with a name attached. Anyways, on with the story.
Beyond the Shadows – Do You See Me?
She hardened her jaw as she watched the scene unfold before her beyond the glassy window of the Pokemon center. Watched him kiss the ground she walked upon. She watched him pine for her every second of every day. Watched him follow her around like some demented lost puppy as they traveled through yet another town. Watched him heed to her every beck and call.
All this for nothing.
How she hated her. Her hair, her clothes, and that stupid Pokemon she always had with her. There wasn't a single thing she liked about her. She couldn't see how he could ever be so in love with someone like her.
'Why can't it be me?' she thought to herself as she sniffed quietly and fought back the tears that kept threatening to escape down her cheeks at any moment. 'Why can't he be in love with me?'
She shook her head as she tried to clear it and turned her focus back to him, back to her one true love, back to her heart, her soul. Back to the scene before her, her love pronouncing his to another. It was so torturing to watch it day in and day out, but even this distant love and longing for him was better than nothing.
She loved him so much more than anyone could ever imagine. He was the thing that made her life worth living each day. The reason she got up each morning and the person that filled her dreams at night as she drifted into a state of sleep. He was her star in the sky that kept her in this world. She only wished he would feel the same.
It was all because of him, because of her undying love for him. It was her love that had spawned the hatred she felt emitting through her entire body, for her. It was her love for him that made her dream of her death every night before her dreams turned to those of him.
Oh how she hated her. He would give his heart to her only to have it ripped in two as her next opportunity came along whereas she was willing to give her own to fill the empty void her love had left behind. He would risk it all for her only to find she would never do the same for him.
But some how there she was, with him. She was the one he gave his heart to, the one who was worth all the risks, the one he showered with undeserved love and affection. She was the one who had it all, love, joy, happiness, all the things she had always been deprived of. But most importantly, she had him.
She hated the way she pretended like he wasn't even there. How she put so much effort into ignoring him. How she laughed at him every time he tried to address how he felt for her.
When would he see that she was the one for him? When would he understand that she was the girl who would make his dreams come true? That she was his and his alone, and that he was hers. Forever.
She walked up to her own room, depression stabbing at her twisted soul. She smiled slightly as his image began to run through her head her mind trying to tug a smile onto her forlorn face. She knew it wouldn't work, it never did.
At first he was all she needed. In the beginning all she needed was to see his face and suddenly everything was right again. But now everything was different. Somehow his effect over her tormenting emotions was somewhat less effective. He no longer brought that same smile to her face just thinking about him, and she no longer felt at peace just thinking about being in his arms.
No, her dreams of finding love in him weren't enough anymore. What she needed now more than anything was the physical manifestation of her dreams. A deep meaningful kiss, or maybe even a simple kiss could change her whole perspective of life from the dooming wish for death to take her away at any moment to a new day.
She opened her suitcase carefully after she shut the door. She looked at it adoringly; it was her shrine dedicated to him. She kissed the clay sculpture lightly as she rearranged her collection of his hair so it was next to the collection of soda cans.
She took one of the blades from his razor and carefully used it to slit her wrist. She sighed feeling the adrenaline rushing and let it sweep her away to a far away place before wrapping her wrist and taking pills to clot her blood. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had been slitting her wrists long before he came along and she would still be doing it after he died.
For he wasn't the reason that she slit them. He was just an excuse to keep her mind off the real reason. He stopped her from thinking about the family who didn't love her, the father who had kicked her out, the mother who had hated her so much that she tried to kill her, the brother who tried to get away from it all, and the sister who bet them both.
He was her rescuer saving her from the twisted reality that was her life and bringing her to a place more bearable. He made reality something that was worth her life. He turned it into somewhere where death wasn't the only answer and where there was still hope, even for her. He turned it into something she wasn't afraid to live through and made her want to live for the first time in her life.
She wished she could tell him that. She wished that he knew what he did for her. But the truth wasn't an option. Her dream world was so faraway form reality that she didn't want to know all the answers. She didn't want to find out that they could never be and have her fantasy crumble to dust around her. She would never be able to live through that and she knew that deep down, no matter how much she denied it she could hide from the truth.
'Unrequited love' she thought to herself.
~ to be continued ~
This chick is seriously screwed, but who can blame her with a family like that. This is a story where absolutely anything could happen and anyone could be the stalkers target, minus Misty and Togepei because that she keeps insisting that it's a he.
Please review and stay tuned for the next chapter.
Later days.