My name is Finn. I'm fifteen years old. I live in Violet City, home to Violet City Gym and an important academy. But I'll never go to that academy, and I'll never go to the gym. I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and I don't think I'll ever be able to train Pokémon.
I wish I didn't live here. I've been to Goldenrod City a few times, and I like it there, except for all the strays. I stopped going there two years ago, when my parents saw me run away in terror from a friendly Teddiursa. It's not that bad here, I guess. In Goldenrod City, you can just live your life without having to get close and personal with the Pokémon. I like them, believe me, but I can't get close to them. I'm always scared they'll attack me, or bite me with their nasty mouths. It's a stupid fear, I know, but still. Here in Violet City, the kids at the academy are always spotting me in the street and trying to introduce me to their Pokémon. When I decline, they always give me weird looks and lecture me about how I need to stop being so uptight and cherish Pokémon and stuff. I can cherish them fine, but to I have to touch them?
Even if I wasn't afraid of being bitten or scratched or burned or poisoned, I wouldn't be able to train. How do they keep track of which Pokéballs hold who? For that matter, even I wasn't afraid of Pokémon hurting me, I'd be afraid of hurting them. I remember overhearing one kid at while I was at the coffee shop, and he was talking about the cruelty of putting a collar on an Arcanine. What's going to happen if I screw up and the Chikorita gets upset and runs off, or someone won't go in his ball and I need a leash, huh? What if I need to put claw covers on that cute little Teddiursa? The other trainers will think I'm an idiot or a jerk. I can't deal with that. But I don't even have to worry about that, because I'm busy crossing the street from some kid and his cuddly little Pokémon.
I don't really know what to do. My parents have sort of given up; they're too busy running their stupid Poké Mart, and all I do now is stay inside and draw and read and stuff. I'm getting too nervous to go outside now. It's trainer season. So many kids are walking around, and I don't know what will happen if they see me and see I've got no Pokéballs. They'll think, "What did that kid do with his life?" And then maybe they'll pity me. Or avoid me. Or get preachy. I can't decide which is the worst. But what am I going to do with my life?
My name is Finn. I'm fifteen. I live in Violet City. I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. And I don't know what to do.