– Broken Fairytale –
"Once upon a time…" That's how all fairytales with happy endings began. Sometimes, I got the feeling I lived a fairytale life; living in a majestic castle, being served only the best of food, wearing the most expensive clothes. But I never felt I'd get a happy ending.
"She has everything she desires," was what I so often heard, and true, I was a spoiled little princess, but their statement was false nonetheless. What made them think I was happy, just by living this luxury life? The ones whom whispered these words to one another – they were all trainers. They were free. They had a life outside these walls.
I did not.
The only comfort I had were my pokémon; they loved me unconditionally, although I could see in their eyes they wanted to fight, to train. Even this I could not do. "It's dangerous, miss Caitlin," is what Darach would always say, as if it was a valid enough reason to keep me confined. "I'm not a doll! You can't keep me locked up and expect me to cooperate!" I'd reply with these words then, but Darach would merely give me a blank look; he didn't care as long as he did his job well.
And he did.
Darach was undoubtedly a cruel man. He was aware of my wish to participate in a battle someday, but I could only watch as he and his partners did all the work. My job was to stand there and smile, and if the trainer were to win, provide them with their prize. Then everything would just continue normally, until the next challenger would come along, and I'd have to beg for some freedom in my choices again.
But as battle after battle came and went, I realized this was a never ending loop. I could beg and beg, but Darach would never allow me to partake in something he deemed dangerous.
Dangerous…
A pokémon battle was dangerous, but allowing a desperate girl into the kitchen was not? You truly were a fool, Darach.
But I do wonder if you had already seen your inevitable end coming one day. It was so unlike you to smile, and as I clutched to the bloody knife in my hand, I couldn't help but wonder what it meant.
Soon enough, the police had been informed of the crime, and I had been appointed the prime suspect. When I thought I had finally obtained freedom, it was taken away from me yet again. But this confinement wasn't the same. I no longer had my luxuries, or even my beloved pokémon. I'd been a fool this time, hadn't I, Darach?
And now I found myself missing the scarce freedom I'd had, the freedom I could not ever hope to obtain again.
Such a fool I'd been.
Wow, short, and wow, so rushed and BAD. XD; Total fail attempt at angst, bah. Oh well, I still kinda like it. 8D;
Happy R a i d e n is just happy she can write pokémon stuffs again. x3