This is a new story I will be writing. I thought of this story at around 3 am so I got my IPod and wrote it in there, but when I went to write it in my computer I found out it had gotten erased… I am still mad about that… I hate that IPod…
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon if I did I'd be stuck doing paperwork not writing stories for a website.
For as long as I can remember I have felt pain… Let me tell you a story… A story about a boy who was abused, a boy who rose from nothing to become the strongest trainer in the world… This is my story. I ask only one thing, that you listen to my story…
Even before dad left there was pain. How? That one is easy; I was bullied by the kids from my home town- it didn't help that the one leading them was my old best friend. But one day everything got worse…You see my parents had started fighting. They always argued in the middle of the night when they thought I was asleep, they would argue about money, their marriage, even about me. But I was awake and I could hear them perfectly. About a month later my father finally had enough, he packed his things and left, he didn't even say good-bye. To say I was devastated would be an understatement I cried for weeks, but my mother acted worse than I did… She wouldn't come out of her room for days, weeks, even months. During that time the neighbors took care of me, but I could tell they were getting tired of it. Finally my mother came out of her room. In front of everyone she was grateful for their help, but when night came and everyone left she changed. She yelled at me, saying it was my fault father left, my fault we were losing the house, my fault… my fault.
On one particular night she came home drunk, it was late in into the night- most people would have been long asleep by then, but I had to stay awake and clean the house until my mom returned. When she came back she would usually yell at me and force me to do other meaningless work. I sighed and continued cleaning the kitchen, at that moment I heard the front door slam open and someone clumsily walk in. I turned around to see my mother. Anyone could tell that she was drunk just by glancing at her, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes didn't help either... I knew that today's punishment would be especially painful just by the look on her face; there was nothing I could do, but to mentally brace myself for the verbal assault that was sure to come. What happened next was something that I would have never expected- she punched me. I froze, it was as if my brain had broken down at the mere thought of my mother punching; I was so shocked that I completely missed what she said next. I slowly reached up and touched the cheek which she had punched, I could already feel the cheek start to swell; I couldn't even start to imagine what excuse I would tell Professor Oak the next day. I was broken out of my shock by her yelling about how useless and stupid I was for having left a small mark of dirt on the counter top. She hit me again when I quickly checked the counter top for the dirt, I saw nothing.
She yelled at me for thinking that she had been lying while she started to hit me several times, she quickly turned and started spilling all the contents from the cabinets onto the floor and the counter top. She turned towards me and started laughing, "Clean this up! Let's see how you can make your way out of this one!" She knew that I could clean quickly, and she also knew that I always woke up early to go to the Professor's lab where I could escape from her. If I wasn't able to sleep I wouldn't be able to leave early, that would give her a whole day to torture me. There was nothing I could do so instead I silently got to work on the mess that had just been created.
For days, weeks, even months later she would hurt me. She started to come home drunk all the time, she found new ways to torture me every day, each one more terrifying than the last. I was sure the neighbors heard my screams, but they did nothing to stop her. Each day I would suffer through her punishments. Even if I wasn't at home the torture would continue, whether it was from the pain from injuries that had been placed on me by my mother, or from Gary and his group of followers which would always bully me and make sure that I never had any friends. There was, however, one place where I could always go and be safe: Professor Oak's lab. He would always care for me, even though he didn't understand what was happening at home, he would make sure that I was always happy when I was with him. At that point he was the only person that I considered to be my family; that person was Professor Oak, but it didn't matter how much he cared for me, I more, no matter how much he helped me- Gary was his own blood after all. Because of that I slowly started to grow colder towards all of humanity, I was disgusted by humankind and all their ways and customs. I came to hate all who treated others unfairly, and the people who bragged were immediately put at the top of my "People To Avoid List"
There was one person I hated the most- more than anyone else: my father. I related everything bad that had happened to me to him; I blamed him for all the pain I had been through. At the time, I really did believe that everything was his fault, that all the pain, the tears, and the torture was his fault. Of course, later on I started to believe that everything that had happened up to this point was my fault, my mother yelled that so many times that I really started to believe her. Finally, I decided that I had, had enough, I couldn't keep going on like this. The loneliness, pain, anger was so great that I finally made a choice, which would end my life...
I decided to commit suicide.
I was walking through the forest looking for the perfect place to end my life, when I came across a clearing, I was about to leave thinking that there wouldn't be anything special inside the clearing; until I saw what was actually happening inside the clearing. Inside the clearing there was a battle going on. A Fearow was attacking a Snivy and a Pikachu.I decided to stay for a while and watch what was going on. After a few moments I realized that Snivy would try to take most of the damage; then Pikachu would try to attack the Fearow while it was distracted with Snivy, however, due to Snivy's attribute I could easily tell that it would soon fall- it didn't help that Pikachu was starting to get tired too. I focused on the Pikachu and saw that it was actually trying to hit the Fearow with a weak thunder shock. The Fearow seems to realize the enemy's strategy; he quickly turned and struck Pikachu with a powerful wing attack, sending Pikachu flying across the clearing. A loud crack was heard; I looked towards the source of the noise to see a huge bump on the back of Fearow's head. Everyone in the clearing turned to see that Snivy had regained enough strength to throw a rock towards the back of Fearow's head. Pikachu quickly ran to Snivy's side and got ready to continue fighting. I stared at the pair, their will to survive surprised and inspired me. They knew they couldn't win, yet they continued fighting. At that moment I realized that suicide wasn't the right answer.
I also did another thing, a brave but very stupid thing. I ran towards the Fearow, screaming at the top of my lungs. To this day I still don't know who was more surprised Fearow, Snivy and Pikachu, or me. What I do know is that Fearow was surprised enough because of my 'sudden' appearance to freeze in mid-air which proved to be fatal since he plummeted to the ground at a high speed, however, just before he hit the floor he managed to stretch his wings and fly back up. I quickly grabbed a couple of rocks from the ground as the Fearow turned towards me, with a look that promised pain in his eyes. Before Fearow could do anything I threw one of my rocks at the Fearow's face and watched as it hit his face. The Fearow let out a large screech; Fearow quickly looked around at his opponents. It seemed that he knew that this was a battle which he couldn't win. He slowly started flying away, but before it left completely he turned around and let out one last screech. The message was clear; this battle was far from over.
I turned towards Snivy and Pikachu. I saw Pikachu protecting Snivy from me. That's odd wasn't Snivy protecting Pikachu. I looked at closer at both of them and noticed that Snivy had taken more damage from the wing attack than I had first thought. I still don't know what made me do it, but I quickly kneeled down and hugged them. Without thinking I started telling them about my life, I told them how my mother hit me, how my dad left, and that I didn't have any friends because of my mom. I told them everything, not leaving out a single detail. I felt something wet my shirt; I looked down in surprise to see them both crying at my story. I told them not to worry that everything was okay, but they didn't stop. Then I realized something, today was my birthday. I was officially ten years old. I looked down at them and smiled, "Thank you. You guys just gave the best birthday present I could ever have asked for… you listened to my story. A few minutes later I stood up and got ready to go back home, but I felt something tug at my pants. I looked down to see Pikachu trying to lead me to a sandier part of the clearing. When I walked over to where he was leading me Snivy picked up a stick and wrote in human language that they wanted me to stay with them and leave my mother behind. "You can write in English?!" I half asked half yelled. Snivy frowned and shook his head. "Oh you can only write a bit, but that is still amazing." Snivy smiled and nodded.
Suddenly his eyes widened and he collapsed. "Snivy/Pika!" Both Pikachu and I yelled. There weren't any Pokémon Centers so I went to the only place I could think of I took them. (No I didn't take them to my house that would be horrible my mother would probably sell them just to get money.) I took them to Professor Oak's lab. "Professor Oak! Professor Oak!" I yelled as soon as I got to his lab.
"What's wro- follow me quickly" he said as soon as he saw the state Pikachu and Snivy were in. He led me to a white room in which there were beds for Pokémon of all sizes. He pointed to a couple of beds and ordered me to lay the Pokemon down on them.
"Why don't you go wait outside, I'll call you back in once I'm done healing Pikachu and Snivy," the Professor gave me no time to answer as he gently led me out of the room.
As I was waiting my mother entered the lab "Professor Oak have you seen-" then she saw me. "There you are I've been looking for you all over town, come on we're going home" she told me.
"No." I told her. "What did you just say?" She asked me.
"I said no. I'm not going back home with you, I don't want to continue being your slave; I don't want you to continue hitting me. I'm going to leave this place and get away from you so say good-bye; because this is the last time you will ever see me. Oh and you're not my mother anymore." I told her.
"Why you little-" but before she could finish Professor Oak interrupted her.
"That is enough. I am sorry but can you please leave this place immediately." Professor Oak told her. My mom glared at me and left but not before saying that I would regret what I said as soon as I got home. "Is what you said true?" Professor Oak asked me. I nodded. "You know you won't be able to go home now?" He asked me.
"I know that is why I am leaving, so that she will never hurt me again. " I answered him.
"Hmm… in that case follow me," he led me to his office, and then he headed towards a huge computer. He typed something into a key board, a few seconds later a slot opened and a red minicomputer came out of it. He showed it to me, "This is a new project I am working on it is called a Pokedex it is already finished, but I would like you to have it so you can test it and tell me if it works correctly before I start selling them. What it does is it recognizes Pokémon and lets you know its moves, gender, stats, and a hundred other things I can't think of right now. It also has an app that allows you to call other people, so that I can call you and check on your progress. I would also like to give you these Poke Balls." From a cabinet he grabbed five Poke Balls and handed them to me along with the Pokedex.
"Isn't this what Pokémon trainers receive when they start their journeys?" I asked him.
"Yes, I am asking you if you want to become a Pokémon trainer." He told me.
I smiled, "I accept." He led me to a container that was holding three poke balls, "In that case I need you to choose one of these Squirtle the water type Pokémon, Charmander the fire type Pokémon, or Bulbasaur the grass type Pokémon," he told me.
"I choose Charmander." I told him. Professors Oak then opened the container holding the Poke Balls and grabbed the one in the middle.
"Now we should go check on Snivy and Pikachu." Professor Oak told me. [I'm getting tired of writing his name.] Professor Oak led me back to the room Snivy and Pikachu were in. As soon as I entered the room I was tackled to the floor by Snivy and Pikachu. Professor Oak laughed, "It seems they've taken a liking to you haven't they," he said. I chuckled as I asked them if I could stand up, which they did. I crouched so that I could be at their height,
"Do you guys want to join me on my journey to become the best Pokémon trainer there is? I asked them. Pikachu and Snivy looked at each other than at me and nodded. I smiled and held out two Poke Balls. Snivy and Pikachu smiled as they touched the button at the center of the ball.
Oops, I never told you my name did I. My name is Ash Ketchum.
And that my dear readers is the first chapter of my new story.
[Edit 3-17-14: I'm SO sorry! My computer hasn't been working lately and I've been having a MAJOR writer's block! Also, there are several errors in this chapter (and everything just looks messed up) which were caused because of Microsoft Word bugging out. I tried my best to fix these errors, but there wasn't much I could do. I'll hopefully be getting a new computer soon, and I'll be able to start writing again then.]