This is my first Fanfiction, so please rate and review. I don't really update as often as I like, but I plan to lay many chapters out if I get to that point. I also tend to OCD at some points, so please bear with me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any of it's affiliates.
Talking = "Herro" Thinking = Herro
Prologue
After a long day at school, I scurried to my house and went straight for the bathroom to wash all the dirt and grime that day had thrown at me. However, my mom stopped me and started to talk to me, emotions swirling when I respond. She yelled at me about something with the word school in it; I never really chat with mom, or anyone for that matter. I just get nervous from my anxiety when i'm near groups of people and tend to work better alone due to not having to deal with people who think they can copy off of me without me noticing. I assumed it was a phase I was going through. Then my mom shook me out of my thoughts and shoved a piece of paper into my face that had the school stamp on it. I read it and realized what it was.
"Why did you get this?" my mom asked harshly.
"It says the reason on it but it's for Defiance and Disrespect." I replied calmly. She really hates that tone even though that's how I usually talk.
"I do realize that I am in trouble, but can I take a shower? I don't really like being covered in grease."
"WHAT!? No! You go up to your room and stay there until tomorrow, and you are grounded from video games and tv for two weeks, plus another week for talking back!" She growled in a tone I haven't heard from her yet.
Shit, ... oh well might as well get a hour of sleep before she tries to guilt trip me. I thought. I pulled my pants and shirt off and jumped on my single twin bed to sleep and think on what to say in a hour or so.
I awoke with a start, having those annoying dreams where you think your falling, but your not. I look hazily at my alarm clock to see that's it's 1:08 A.M. Damn. It's techically tomorrow, I guess I should see if shes waiting for me. I try to put shorts on, fumbling due to sleepiness and the surrounding darkness, and head downstairs. About halfway downstairs, I hear a window break, and shortly a scream from my mom. We're being robbed!? I instantly thought as I sprinted the rest of the steps down down to the kitchen where my mom was pinned against a man dressed completely in black.
I did what first came to mind; I charged the man while he was distracted with my mom. I usually didn't resort to violence, but my mind told me otherwise. I punched the man as he tried to fire a pistol he pulled seemly out of nowhere. While the man was recovering from the blow, I darted as fast as I can for the gun, only to see his mask before he backhands me hard. The world instantly went black, as someone had pulled a black tarp on both my eyes. My mom kept screaming and crying as I heard the man grab the gun. I was slightly amused on how I can still hear while I was knocked out, or was I? That thought vanished in a matter of seconds as the I heard the man coming near me. He spoke in a very hardened and harsh tone.
"This is why you don't fuck with us, Linda." The last thing I heard was begging.
Then, Silence.