I stared at the blank TV screen.
How long has it been since then?
I couldn't remember. It was all a blur, a blur too fast to capture with naked eyes.
A blur too fast that ran through five years of my life without stopping for me to catch my breath.
It was all because of that one night. It triggered the storm that ruined my life, my best friend's life, and the lives of all the people that knew me.
The six pokeballs next to my arm wiggled as I saw the reflection of my best friend's Pokemon. They were now mine. They were almost always mine.
It felt like so long ago, and yet so close, because in my mind, every single detail, every whirr of emotion, every tear that dropped down my face, I could remember as if it was a minute ago. A second even.
The flash of claws, silver in the moonlight, glistening a sickly orange from the campfire. I heard a scream. Faint, but a scream. A scream that came from my best friend's mouth. Terrified. My breaths were uneven. Unsteadily, and dropping everything in my hands, I fled.
I fled towards her scream. Lisa's scream of terror and death and pain.
Those silver claws in the moonlight weren't orange, or silver anymore. Who knew they could lust for a human's blood? They glistened red and a sickly feeling erupted in my stomach.
Beady black eyes and matted brown fur. An Ursaring.
An Ursaring here? It couldn't be possible, but there were Teddiursa.
But there was no time to talk, no time to ponder what the hell was going on.
Lisa was almost dead, her sweet brown eyes pleading for me to stop the monster. Her luscious brown curls were matted with dark red blood, and her fingers; One was missing from her hand, scattered far away and the bone was sticking out like a white rose among red. Her legs were twisted in odd angles and by the blood seeping into the dusty floor of the forest, she had a stomach wound as well.
God, it made me want to just hurl up the dinner I just ate in peace and silence.
She pleaded to me silently, her eyes dripping tears I hated to see. Because it was her that was dripping the tears, and me, oh stupid me, with the stupid idea to camp out in the woods to train her Pokemon.
I was surprised the Ursaring didn't mangle my body then and there.
My hand clutched the Pokeball and with all the faith and might I mustered in my young body, I threw it to the ground.
There was a flash of light, just like the ones on TV. Bright, brilliant, my savior.
Versing the giant, big, furry, angry, GIANT Ursaring, was a tiny, cute, oblivious to everything Pokemon. Out of the six Pokeballs I chose, I had to choose the Togepi.
The moment Cloud, the Togepi, was out, its cute button black eyes stared at its dead, covered in red, trainer, and boom. Cloud snapped.
Cute black eyes no more. They were like pure pools of hatred as they glared menacingly at the Ursaring. That big furry monster quivered like a Teddiursa versing a Celebi of the forest.
That scream that ripped out of Cloud's mouth was one I had never heard before.
It wasn't the soft melody of a singing Togepi.
Neither was it a gentle coo from a mother Togekiss nursing its babies.
And it wasn't a mad kind of grunt I had heard Cloud do so many times.
It was like a roar of pain and sorrow and misery and grief and hatred and anger, something no one thought a Happiness Pokemon like Togepi would have.
But it did, and it let loose a wave of psychic energy so strong, it blew a huge crater around it. Its energy launched me backwards, almost screaming, into a tree, where I hit my back against it, and slid to the forest floor.
The grass itched my calves. I couldn't hear the Ursaring. It was deathly silent.
I scrambled up, despite my aching back and my itchy legs and I ran. I ran for Lisa. I ran for the best friend I had, laying on the grass her head against the dirt and the blood pooling around her.
The first thing I heard was a low moan.
A moan from Cloud.
The pokemon was pushing its stubby yellow arms, rolling the mangled body, cries of pain ripping from its tiny egg body.
Lisa's brown, beautiful eyes were glassy and unseeing, the stars of the midnight sky reflecting in the peaceful, terrified black of her pupils. Dried blood surrounded her body and flakes of it were tangled in her hair.
Oh, beautiful Lisa. She's gone and dead now. I wish I was her, so she wouldn't have to die with a dream so close in her hands.
Instead of the boring lazy girl, Death had to choose the goal-driven girl whose determination shown in every aspect she did.
The perfect girl.
The beautiful girl.
Why was it her that died?
Why wasn't it me?
It was my scream that brought my parents and Lisa's parents. A loud scream. One that had my throat sore for days on end.
I couldn't help it.
Lisa was dead.
The next few days for me were dreadful.
The trees looked bland; their leaves were no longer a vibrant green of the summer, but an ashen gray.
The sky was gray, the ground was gray, it was as if my heart was taken away.
Lisa was literally, my heart. She was like me. She was a part of me, a part so big that when it was there, it wasn't noticed. It wasn't until it was gone, that I noticed.
The only reminder that Lisa was there, was the note she had left behind, still on the flawless white pillow she could've slept on that night.
I recognized the writing as hers. No one could be in a rush, and still write slanting, typing print like her.
Cress,
I know you're reading this, because I'm afraid something might happen over the trip we're going to have. This is just a feeling, but...I think I might die. It was a premonition from Dream. She flashed and begged me not to go, saying there might be consequences. But, you suggested it, and I don't want to leave you hanging.
Anyways, if I do end up never coming back here, or something of the like, please,
Can you take my Pokemon and finish my dream?
Lisa.
"Yeah. Yeah. Why not?"
