Hello! Second story here! Hope you enjoy it! :D

Disclaimer: Only saying it once, I don't own Pokémon.

1st Pov

I knew that when I dreamed of becoming a Pokémon master, that it wouldn't be easy. I knew I'd travel through the many regions of this world, catching new Pokémon and making new friends. I never knew that I'd run into legendary Pokémon though, that I'd make the most amazing friends someone could ever ask for, that I'd have a rival or two, those rivals becoming my best friends. I never knew that I'd form a bond like no other with my Pokémon, that they'd cry when I cried, be angry when I was angry. I was thankful for them.

I also knew that the road would be filled with hardships, that I'd lose friends, make enemies, lose gym battles and more. I never let that get me down. If you don't succeed, try and try again! I knew that my adventure would be one a kid could only wish for. I never expected it to be like this though. From experiencing the birth of a new Pokémon, to the death of countless others. From experiencing two deities fighting, to one sacrificing itself for the sake of others, I knew my adventure would be a legend to tell. People would speak of it. I may not have completed a region, may not have won the title of Pokémon Master yet, but I knew that everyone supporting me was good enough. I didn't need no title. To my friends, I already was a Master. I was proud.

I would support everyone, just like they supported me. I've made mistakes before, from making someone upset, to shunning and losing a childhood friend. Some I could fix, others I couldn't. I wanted to fix all of my problems though. Most had forgiven me, while others still held a grudge. I'd fix those problems though, I wanted everyone to be happy. I had the confidence, and I knew I could achieve many things in my life. I believed in myself. I met friends like Misty, May and Dawn. My childhood friend, even though he could be an arrogant person, Gary still had my back. Drew and me had become close friends, and even Paul had opened up somewhat, becoming a close friend of mine as well.

I knew we all could achieve big stuff together, and I was hoping that one day, that would happen. That we would all be brought together, and would have to work together to achieve something. We'd learn new things and become closer as well, helping the other when they needed it most. We'd cover each other's weaknesses, and defend to the best of our abilities. I believed in all of us. Prof Oak and mom, they believed in me. I got a Pokedex from Professor, and my mom's pride made me smile.

I've chosen this road, because I'm different. Many have given up on this road, not wanting to bother with the hardships of being a Trainer. I was different, us select few, the ones who made it to the top, we were all different. The only thing being the same is that we all are very determined, and powerful trainers. We all come from different backgrounds, different regions, yet we can come together as one and become closer. The fights, the crying, the anger and sadness, it's all for something in this world. We all deal with these things because it'll help us become stronger. I know we all can overcome these obstacles. I know we can.

We'll be brought together one day, for a whole year or two. We'll learn what true friendship really is, and what it means to be there for another. How to enjoy life. I know my friends are worth it. I know I'm worth everything to them. I can't wait for the day.

The day we are all brought together under the same roof.

2nd Pov

When I chose the road of being a coordinator, I knew mother was counting on me. I knew she would be proud, because she was one. I achieved my dream of being like her. I won Grand Festivals now and then. I wasn't the best, but I knew I wasn't the worst either. I was up there in the high ranks, with my best friends. May, she believed in me. Ash believed in me, and I knew Paul did to, even if he didn't show it. I had met many people on my journey with Ash. I met many Pokémon, I met the God of all Pokémon itself, and the space and time legends. I met Giratina, Shaymin. I met many Pokémon on my journey. I ran into my friend Zoey many times, and others. They all believed in me.

I doubted myself one time. I believed I couldn't achieve my dream, but that one morning I gained confidence, realizing that mom would be disappointed in me for doubting myself. I met Piplup, the best Pokémon I could ever have. We've been through hard battles all the time, and he'd always be there for me when I needed him. I couldn't wait to explore more in the future. It would be worth it, meeting new people and forming new bonds. I loved all my Pokémon. I don't know where I'd be without them.

When I won my first Pokémon Contest, the happiness and the feeling of being proud overcame me. I had achieved my first step to becoming a Top Coordinator! I won ribbons after that, although I did lose some. I didn't let that get to me, I'd try again. I'd succeed. I believed in myself, and because of that I was able to achieve everything I could ever hope of achieving. I know I still have many techniques to learn, that I could make even more appeals that would be far better than the ones I make now. I'd let that happen in it's own time though. I knew I'd achieve that to!

I felt pride when my Pokémon evolved. When Mamoswine won a contest for me, when Piplup did. When all my Pokémon won for me, I felt pride. I felt happiness. I love them like they are family. They are the ones who helped me achieve my dream. I shouldn't leave Ash and the others out either. Learning from May, running into Paul, training with Ash, meeting Ash's rival and childhood friend Gary. All great memories in my mind. I'm happy to have friends like them. I don't know what I would do without them either.

When I was down, May picked me back up. She gave me advice. All of them did. This journey has been an amazing one. When they left back to their home towns, to their regions, I cried. I missed them, but I know that I'd see them again in the future.

I know I will!

3rd Pov

I messed up many times. I've been very arrogant, thinking I was the best. I'd tease and make others angry. I regret that now though. I know that I messed up. When they had come back from achieving their dream, everyone shunned that person because they ruined my dream. Everyone ignored them, ridiculed them. I couldn't even say their name, it hurt to much. I messed up with them, they were my life, in a way. Always being there for me. When my mother and father died, they never left my side. I took my anger out on them countless times, both physically, emotionally, mentally. I called them names, I punched and kick, I threatened. No matter what I did though, that person would stay by me.

I wish I could fix it. If I had the chance to, I would. I remember, I chose my first Pokémon. I wanted to be there earlier than everyone else so I could get an advantage. Turns out that my childhood friend was there before me. They had chosen their starter, and we had battled. They won. I remember that they had promised. Promised one thing. That no matter what happened, they'd always be my best friend. I ruined all of that though. I laughed in that person's face countless times, and each time they took it. I tried destroying them, bringing up their weaknesses, but they dealt with it. I saw them as a threat, until that day I lost to one of my friends. I realized that I didn't have to be a champion to impress my family. I didn't have to be the best.

My childhood friend had came home that night. Everyone bashed that person, because they achieved their dreams and I couldn't achieve mine. I bashed them, I ridiculed. They left. It's been years since I've seen them, and I miss that person dearly. It hurt to say their name, because I'd always get memories of when we used to be so close. I miss them dearly, if I could fix it I would.

I remember the adventures I had, running into many new and old people. Winning badge after badge. Going to the Pokémon League. It was worth it, until I ruined my friendship. I hate myself sometimes for that. I really do. Now I wonder, where are they? Is that person okay? They didn't die, did they? Those questions run through my mind a lot lately. I know one day, maybe I'll be given the chance to fix it, to get my friendship back. I want to know when I'll get that chance though, because ever since then my whole life has been nothing but dark..

Dark and depressing. It feels like it isn't worth it sometimes, that I should just cut myself off from the world, but then I'd worry my other friends. When I compare what my lifelong friend has done for me with other things, like what I had done for them, it makes it even worser. I deserve to feel this way though, I ruined them. I deserve to rot. Though my other friends don't think so. They think I need to smile fully, to appreciate what I have now. They don't understand what I'm going through, how I feel.

I'm not going to tell them though, I don't want to burden them. They'll find out anyways, they are smart people. I'm happy to have them as friends, but I'd be even more happy to have my childhood friend back. I'd do anything for them to come back. I'm worried, I'm scared. I'm pathetic. I don't deserve them, but I want my old friend. I need them back in my life. I hope I'll get the chance to redeem myself soon. I hope that I'll get to fix this.

I hope that chance will be soon..

4th Pov

The cold air hit me in the face, the wind crying. I loved it up here. No one survived up here, everyone dies. It's my favourite place. Everyone thinks I'm dead. I might as well be though. I used to smile, I use to feel happiness, use to feel loved. I wasn't. I was deemed a traitor in a way, because I achieved my dreams. I didn't understand it at first, but now I do. It was all for him. They all wanted him to achieve his dreams first, to be happy. My happiness didn't matter. He had everything in the world. Love, people supporting him, friends, happiness, family. I had none of that. I thought they'd support me. They didn't. No one did.

The snow flew by my face, as the wind cried louder and louder, sad that no one was listening to it. I knew how it felt. I knew how it felt to be ignored, to need something and not have it. I knew it wanted a friend, just like I did once. Now though, I don't want anything in my life. I'm fine the way I am. I'm a hollow shell now, I can no longer smile, cry, or anything. I can no longer be my old self. They ruined that. No one was my friend, they were all just there. I don't care for many things anymore. I gave up a long time ago.

I still care for my Pokémon though. Despite what was going on, they stood by me. They never left my side. They comforted me when I cried, which was so long ago. They never left my side like everyone else did. They stood by me, and defended me. They saved me, in a way. From ending it all. Though everything else, they were too late on. I know they worry for me, they care for me. They are all I need. I destroyed myself a long time ago, I'm not me anymore. I'm just a shell. I threw away all the good memories, leaving only the bad ones. I don't deserve to live is what they said. I need to give up and die they said. I don't care what they say now though, at one time I did. I was needy, I needed to know I had a place in this world.

I opened my eyes though and realized I have no place in this world. I was put in this world for entertainment, to be laughed at. They all didn't support me, they didn't believe in me, like they did him. My friends abandoned me, they chose to go with everyone else. I wasn't allowed to be myself, I had to give everything to him. He was the town's pride and joy, and I was just merely a punching bag. Something to be forgotten about.

I thought I could change that, I really did. I let him tear me down, to show him I'd never leave his side. I thought he'd side with me to. When I came home, I was excited to see him. He glared though, with a look of hatred. He tore me down even more, along with the rest of the residents of that town. I knew then I wasn't accepted all along, that everything I thought was just a dream, that no one would ever accept me for what I have done. I decided to leave. What is the point of being here if no one wanted me?

Everyone thinks I'm dead now, and I like that. I don't have to visit anyone, I don't have to listen to others, or watch others enjoy their lives. I just get to sit here, while the wind cries and the snow falls, the sun only coming up every once in a while. I stared out at the sky, seeing the clouds moving out of the way, the sun shining down. The region is beautiful, I'll admit. I could see everything up here. I loved it, and hated it. I loved the view, but I didn't want to see the town where I was shunned and mocked. I dislike my existence. I wish I could erase myself from this world, it'd make me the most happiest I've ever been if I could.

Many would probably wonder if I ever ate, or if I ever do anything other than stand here. I used to eat, though now I barely do. My Pokémon force me to, not wanting me to die. I only eat when necessary. I only sleep when necessary. I don't care for myself anymore. I didn't need much anyways, I was never picky. I accepted everything with thanks. I use to want to help people. Now, I just want to see people rot away, want to see others experience pain. I want to see the world fall. They deserve it.

This is my home, it's the only place where I'm accepted. The only friends I'll have are my Pokémon and the wind. I don't need anything. I'm fine where I am, being a lifeless shell. I just hope nothing bothers me, that I won't be forced to come down from here.

I hate this world.

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-Pichu