The other side
by: writejason
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or anything owned by the Pokemon corporation. I do however own this story and the original characters inside.
This is what life was for me. I walked down the mostly empty streets of Cerulean with a blank face. My hands were shoved tightly into the pockets of my ripped-at-the-knees jeans. My shoes were worn down and were blessed with various adornments of tape and makeshift stitching. I ran a hand through my brown hair and let the curly locks blow into the wind. I didn't mind my appearance, today I was looking better then usual. After all I HAD actually eaten this morning. I was happy about that.
My name is Jay and I've got problems. I've been living alone since I was fifteen, I was now seventeen, and I had no real place of residence. The local Pokemon Centers usually put me up and let me crash on their benches but it was a humbling experience. Showing off my poverty to the locals was something that never ceased to turn my cheeks red. In a world that seemed so full of the richness of life...I lived the antithesis. I would wander from town to town trying to scrape up a life. I would do odd jobs for people—deliver packages, clean yards, and unload trucks.
I had no family really. I ran away from home at age fifteen. I had no siblings and my parents were not...your average parents. Life at my house was about as quiet in its solitude as I lived now. Where most kids plan their future by my age, I took my life day by day. That is to say...my biggest concern was something to eat and a place to sleep. This killed me. Every day I woke it took everything in me not to break down. Abandoned by my family even before I ran away, or they ran from me as I liked to think, I had dreams...goals...aspirations. I wanted to be a pokemon trainer. That is all I wanted to be...since the age of seven I could think of nothing else. So of course, what better way was there for my dad to make me unhappy? Outlaw me from pokemon citing them as a "bad influence, and a dream waiting to be broken".
My dad had problems. My mom wasn't much better. She suffered from the "I'll do anything to be loved" syndrome. This meant that she would back my father in any endeavor that he so wished to take up. Even if it meant making me miserable. She enjoyed it. And for that reason I had grown a shell...a shell that I held up every waking moment of my life up until today. I refused to let people into my life and I went as far as to push people away. I wasn't very fun to be around.
So imagine the feelings that went through my head the night my life changed...forever.
Authors Note: So yes, this is just a prologue...so don't worry about it being so short. Read and review..I'll keep updating!