Cooler
If dreams could lead me back to my old life, I'd certainly follow them.
After being trained and abused, I wish I could be wild again. No longer tame.
As an Eevee, I had always wished to be someone's Pokemon. Someone to be there for them when they were in need or were hurt. I eventually got my wish.
I had been sitting in the grass, day after day, dreaming and wishing about my future trainer.
I always wanted my trainer to be a her with long blue hair and gentle brown eyes. I imagined her to be sweet and kind. Instead, I got this.
I was captured while I was dreaming. I was caught by a boy named Damien. He had green hair and was so mean to be. He only wanted me for battles. He used me.
Then, he left me on a rock like he had earlier did with his Charmander. I never fell for his trick and just ran off, pretending not to care.
I had been on my own for 10 minutes when I was attacked from behind. I got in a fight with a Kakuna and I had paid my price. I woke up, staring into the eyes of a new trainer. In the backround I could see a PokeCenter. Later, I'd have to say screw those things. What they can DO to you there if your trainer tells them that your spleen needed to be cut open.
I was truly abandoned by that trainer. I was taken to the nearest Professor Lab to be experimented on. Some experiment. I was put with another trainer.
I was abused and whipped if I lost one tiny battle. I eventually bit that trainer out of disgust for him. I was taken to the PokePound, the nearest one in fact, where I still remain, where they pull wicked tests on me. Am I a test subject? No. Not in the least.
Why do humans abuse us? We Pokemon don't know. And now I have my virtual opinion on humans. I actually wrote about this on the stone wall of my little cell-like room.
Trainers and Humans,
Experiments?
Life with Pokemon isn't a very hard one,
For YOU.
You asbuse us,
Whip us,
Battle us to death.
YOU experiment,
You abandon,
You operate on us!
Cut this out.
It has gotta stop.
You don't know what its like.
Yet you say you understand.
After hours of teaching,
You still wouldn't.
You need to live it
To know it
And I've lived it way too long.
And I know it all too well…
I've been tearing up the janitors arms when they come in. I tear anyone to shreds if they enter my prison cell. I just hope that I'll find a way out of this murderous place.
Well, I know what thing that's for sure. Dreams and wishes? All a big lie.
