Chapter One
"There's nothing wrong here doctor," said the young boy. The young boy had short blonde hair. He had blue and green eyes that when you looked into them would seem to look deep into your soul and make you feel as if your whole life had been discovered in one stare by the boy. He was skinny but had broad shoulders and was somewhere in the 4 foot range. His life had seemed to go on forever when really it had only been going for about 9 years and almost 10.
He looked around the room he seemed to know to well.
The long chair he sat on week after week along with the clock on the wall that clicked every second like each second was rotting away while you were stuck in this office, and it was all you wanted to take the clock and smash it against the ground.
"For weeks I've been coming here and every time I have to tell you that I simply have no major problems in my life," the boy told him.
Again he looked around at the familiar room. The pictures of the doctor's family on the wall, the happy faces seemed to make an upsetting feeling in his stomach. It must have been something about them having a happy life that seemed to upset him so much.
If he were to compare the doctor's pictures to the one's his family had left him you would think his life was just a sad song playing that wouldn't end.
The doctor was going on and on about how he should just start to talk about how he needed to open up about how he feels and what he thinks could make his life better.
The boy had a sudden urge to grab his iPod, slide the headphone up his sweatshirt and completely ignore the doctor.
It was a simple plan, because like every other session with the doctor, he would ramble on and even if the boy wanted to say anything the chances of it were very unlikely.
"Look, first of all please call me Mr. Andrews and second don't be afraid to open up to me," he continued. And then for some strange reason, today the boy decided to have a conversation with the doctor.
"You see doctor there's simply nothing for me to open up to you," replied the child. "Can't you understand your parents are paying me good money to talk to you and to help them try to find out what's wrong?"
If he only knew about my real parents and these new "intruders" that think they can barge into my life and send me to these stupid sessions every week he thought to himself.
"There's nothing wrong though, because you see doctor even if you were being paid a million dollars per hour the chances of me opening up to you have about the same chances of me escaping this miserable life."
"Well, now we're getting somewhere," Mr. Andrews replied. "But again doctor another one of your so interesting sessions that I seem to enjoy oh so much, seems to have ended."
"There's always next week young one," and with that the young boy left the room.
"There's something wrong with that boy and it seems that I have little chances of ever getting anywhere with him," said the doctor to himself as he sighed heavily.
The boy started to walk home when he noticed a sound coming out of one of the bushes by him.
"It's nothing," he thought to himself as he put turned his Ipod on and put the headphones in his ears. There was something in the bushes though and if he would have checked them he could have saved himself the trouble he was going to face further on.
"He's home honey," said the man who was pretending to be the boy's father. "Hi Ben!" the woman pretending to be his Mom said as she came over to give him a hug. Ben quickly avoided the woman and went to his room.
"Is there something wrong honey?" said the woman pretending to be his Mom also known as Emma. "Emma how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me honey and I'm fine, I just prefer you not to rub your fake happiness all over me in a hug." "Fine Ben just come when dinner's ready please," she said as she went back to the kitchen, a little hurt by what he had said.
The boy left and entered his room.
He opened up his window and felt the breeze run across his face. It felt nice and seemed to calm him.
He sat down and grabbed the object that he wondered so much about.
"Do you still have that thing?" said a blonde headed girl in a blue cap. She stared at the blonde headed boy who looked like he was lost in a place he was never meant to end up in.
Ben looked up at her with that soul piercing stare. "What's it to you," he told her which came out meaner than he meant. "I was just asking because you know you're not even supposed to know what those are."
"I know but the more they tell me I'm not supposed to have any contact in that world the more I want to leave this place and explore it."
"And where exactly is that?" she said with a smirk on her face.
"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," he said as he looked up at her and then at the little red and white ball in his hand.
"Then I think it's about time we go there," said the girl.
"Whatever you say Rachel," Ben said with the same exact smirk Rachel had on her face just a few moments ago, as he grabbed the bag that he had been packing for the last few weeks.
Alright so this may seem like it doesn't have to much to do with Pokemon but trust me as I go further into the chapters it will have a lot more to do with it.
And in case you were wondering this is going to be a story about the character Ben I'm creating which will probably have a lot to do with more of the stories I will write