Hey there, this is my first try at writing fan fiction and I'm rather excited to do so. I know this prologue is crazy short, but after this the chapters will be a lot longer, so don't worry. Oh, and just so you know, I will continue to have some rather dark themes along the way, giving the pokemon world a more realistic tone. Hope you enjoy!
All that time ago… it was meant to be a day of happiness. It was meant to be a day of joy and celebration. But it couldn't be that way, it couldn't be how it was meant to be. That day of joy was ripped away from me, torn from my outstretched hands. It ruined my life… it destroyed me, took from me my innocence. Even now just remembering that day… it causes me to cry. It's been six years since that day… and I am the same age she was when… when she did it.
I can recall it well, for every night when I sleep I relive that day. It was my tenth birthday, I was finally going to get my pokemon trainer's license, the most important moment in my life. The night before I could hardly sleep, I was so excited to get my first pokemon. I didn't fall asleep until well after midnight. Because of this I overslept my alarm and woke up late. I woke to a loud scream. My mother's scream.
At first I though the scream had been part of my dream. Disoriented I crawled from my bed, trying to rub away the sleep from my eyes. Then I heard it again, followed by a cry, my mother calling for my father. Tangled in my blankets I rolled out of my bed, hitting the ground with a thud. I called out, asking what was going on, but neither of my parents replied.
Struggling I untangled myself from the blankets, freeing my arms and legs. I rushed over to my room's door, tripping over a pokedoll laying on the ground. Grunting I picked myself back up and yanked open the door, running into the hall. I called out to my parents again, but once more they didn't reply. My mom's yell had come from downstairs before, so without much thought I made my way to the stairs.
In my haste I missed my footing and sent myself skidding down the stairs, ending up slamming into the wall in front of the stairs. Shaking my head I once more got up on my feet, and that was when my heart stopped.
My mother and father were in front of me. My mother was sobbing into my father's shoulder, he was crying too, tears falling down his cheeks. My body shook, a single tear fell down my face and splashed onto the ground. There she was… strung up from the fan. There was no note… there wasn't a need for one.
I was never the same since that day. I never did get a pokemon… after all that was what she had done. She had gone out to become a pokemon master. I couldn't do that… from that day on pokemon became a symbol of her suicide for me. Every time I looked into the eyes of a pokemon I would only see my sister's dead eyes staring back at me.
So, next up will be chapter one, which I'm rather excited about. Be prepared to meet some more characters.