Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.

A Sableye's Wish

Sometimes I wish my trainer, my friend, never made that trade. My new trainer was nice and all, but it's not the same. Though it was fun at first, I began to have recurring dreams and nightmares that made me wish I had my old trainer back.

I thought eating a diamond ring I found near my new trainer would make me feel better, but it only made me sick. I threw up as soon as I realized it was fake plastic! All my old trainer's jewelry were real...that's one thing I'd like to point out. Old trainer: 1. New Trainer: Zip, nada, nothing.

Then came some jokes. My new trainer is all serious. Same is true for the Pokemon. They didn't have a single funny or humorous thought. I tried some practical, and harmless, I might add, jokes. But they never seem to get it. My old trainer and her Pokemon were funny machines. They laughed and understood every joke I had.

Old Trainer: 2

New Trainer: Absolutely nothing.

Need I make more Points? I'm sure I don't, you should have the point. Anywho, I wished I could go back to my old life. When it had meaning and everyday was a fun adventure.

My new trainer keeps me cooped up in a Pokeball, where it's pitch black with only a beam of light shining down on you and a screen showing the outside world. Seeing it wasn't good enough for me. So I always broke out.

My new trainer would sometimes yell at me, saying I needed to stay in the ball and that she would kick me if I broke out again.

I pushed my luck and broke out. Though her attacks only went through me, thank goodness I'm part Ghost-type, I was still very frightened. I knew no trainer who actually attack their Pokemon. She was the first.

Another reason I didn't like her as much as my old trainer...

I stayed in the ball ever since. I've never been sent out. Only time was to eat quietly, but then I get returned. It's a boring life now...I'm not even sent out for a playful battle. I guess I'm being punished.

I want my old trainer back...but there's no way to make that wish come true...I cried the rest of the day and well into the night.

Not sure whether to make this a chapter story or just leave it as this. You decide. Please review.