As an Eevee, your main goal in life is wondering what you'll evolve into. Think about it, you can be almost any type. It's pretty exciting. But once you do evolve, it's a challenge of loving yourself. It's hard not to hate yourself when your something no one likes. When no one wants to keep you with them, not even in their PC. Life can be cruel.
I used to be the happy, cheery Eevee that most Eevee's are. Excited and full of energy, hoping to evolve soon. But that changed one day when I was with my trainer on a walk. He sat down on a big mossy rock that was near, we all needed a rest from today's tight schedule of training. He released all of his Pokemon from their balls & let them roam free for a bit. I was one of those Pokemon. I decided to explore the nearby forest, somewhere we hadn't got to yet. My trainer said he's take us there once he rested, but I was an excited, impatient Eevee and explored it by myself. The forest was beautiful. Sunlight peeked through the trees, brightening the mossy forest floor. Bug and Grass type Pokemon bounced around in the grassy field up ahead. I gazed up at the big, green trees looming over me. I continued to bounce along my way until I noticed something orange in the ground. I was too curious to just leave it, so I dug it up and stared into it. It was a bright orange rock, nothing I've ever seen before. I stared into it's bright, flame-like patterns. Suddenly, I was not an Eevee anymore, but a Flareon! "What was that strange rock..." I questioned myself. Then, with my ears bigger, I could hear the yawn of my trainer. He must be waking up, I thought. I skipped happily out of the forest. I sat in front of the rock, waiting for him to wake up all the way. Instead of him petting me on the head, as usual, he just looked shocked. "Like my new look?" I said half-joking to the startled trainer, but he couldn't understand me. I don't know what I did, but he just slapped me across the face! I fell backwards into the dust. I looked up and saw him looking over me with an angry face on. What the heck...!? I thought in panic. My trainer started kicking me in the dust repeatedly. Bruises covered my orange skin. Why are you doing this... I thought. After a few minutes of torture, he gave me a small break. I didn't bother getting up, he's probably kick me back down again. He bent down and grabbed me by my tail. I could feel him tugging on my spine. At last, my trainer threw me. He threw me! I flew through the air in panic until I hit the ground hard and blacked out.
When I woke up, it didn't remember what happened. but then it all faded back to me. I pushed the thought away and looked around where I was. I wasn't on the ground anymore. I glanced down and noticed a rope around my waist. Then I knew where I was. My trainer left my tied to a tree. Why would he do something like that? My mind screamed. I tried to think of a way to get down. Ok, I thought. I'm a fire type. Fire types can use fire type moves... so... I inhaled deeply, and focused my energy to my lungs. I quickly breathed out real hard and out came a fire ball. It blasted the rope off of me, and I was free. I fell on all fours and looked around. I sniffed the rock my trainer was on, and the scent was stale. He must've been gone a long time, I thought. I decided I didn't need him, after what he did to me. I turned towards the setting sun and stared. I guess it was time to move on.