Forgotten
By Squirtel the Squirtle
Disclaimer: Don't own, Pokemon…
A/N: Angsty fic… Was gonna portray myself in it and kinda be blunt about things, but I didn't want to upset anyone this time, so I'll just put in a wild Squirtle… The fic will probably make more sense to me than anyone else since it has a sorta, hidden meaning…
The female Squirtle shivered and huddled inside of her shell. She was beginning to get old, and forgotten… In this cold weather, she should be safe and warm, but the younger and more energetic Squirtles had beaten her to the warm shelters this year. Now she'd been forced out into the cold.
"Perhaps if I move around," she thought, hugging her arms tighter, "I might warm up." She trudged on against the icy wind blowing in her face, and looked around. She could see some Squirtle families bunched up together and sharing each other's warmth. It brought tears to the old female's eyes as she remembered how much she missed her family.
Her mate had left her, long ago, and her kids had grown up and left her as well. Now she'd face life alone, with only the seashell pendant dangling from her neck to remember what life before all this was like.
"Just a pendant and my memories," she thought slowly. Her muscles were aching and she desperately needed shelter. For a moment, she considered asking one of the already taken shelters if they'd accept her for a while. She shoved the thought aside. No one would take her, she'd just take up more warmth than what little there already was.
While pushing forward, her mind reluctantly remembered why her mate had left her… He'd found a younger, more attractive Squirtle and fled with her… The same female Squirtle had even won the approval of her kids, family, friends… She was a sweet young Squirtle… She winced hard.
"I know I've never been pretty," she thought, "but I never thought… That they'd… Replace me…" She sighed. It seemed the youngest always came out on top in the end. Oh what she would give to be young again… To be vibrant and full of vigor, attracting the eye of every male around, insuring a warm place to sleep and full stomach.
That life was gone. This is what she faced now. Though, it had to be admitted she'd done a splendid job of it. She faced each morning and each night with head on enthusiasm. Nothing could pull her down, until winter set in…
Finally, too cold and worn out from her memories to care, she lay down in the snow shivering. She was old, and useless now… She was forgotten by everyone she ever knew… It was time to accept that…
Clutching the seashell pendant in her paw, she closed her eyes and drift to sleep while the snow swirled around her…