I do not own Pokemon.
I walked out my cage – my jail cell - to receive my medication.
"How are you feeling, Drew?"
"I've doing just fine," I said.
He hands me over a pill bottle labeled, "Hysteria Management"
I look down at it. I start to think about the moments I saw that lead me here in jail.
It started out with a kiss.
How did it ended up like this?
It was only a kiss.
It was only a kiss.
I go back to my cell and lie down my bed.
I don't want to sleep.
Sadly, the effects of the pills make me drowsy, forcing me to start sleeping.
My mind tries to recall the events that I can't un-see.
May was calling a cab;
While Ash was having a smoke.
And now she is taking a drag.
Then they arrive at his home.
Then they are going to bed.
My stomach starts to ache and feels sick.
I can't get this thought out of my head!
But now, She is touching his chest.
Now, he takes off her clothes.
Just let it go.
I couldn't stand looking at them anymore. It was killing me.
I was going to show who's in control.
Jealousy,
Turning the superior into the sea that surrounds me.
Plowing through his sick lullabies.
Choking on her dumb excuse.
But that was just the price I pay
I just had to do it now. Destiny was telling me.
I walked down towards their house and broke the door in.
"Open up my eager eyes!"
I pull out a wooden bat as their eyes widen.
A smirk pulls out of my face.
Blood marks stained onto the wooden floor as bludgeoned Ash to death.