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Dawn's POV

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Waking up, I found myself in somewhere foreign, somewhere unfamiliar to me. Wherever I was, it was magnificent. It splurged on every aspect of opulence-this house was spectacularly embellished with only the most luxurious of items, decorations, and furniture. As I got out of the bed I was in, I started to look around the place.

When I started to look through the drawers, I found an old, creased picture. A picture of me from when I was about twelve years old. What in hell is a picture like this doing here? Gazing upon the picture, I became engulfed in the times of when I was once full of optimism, hope, and pure happiness—happiness that wasn't tainted by a perpetual tangent of defeat.

Looking upon the picture, water was threatening to corrupt my eye. By just allowing my eyes to travel themselves upon the picture, my mind traveled into the past of who I once was. I couldn't control my emotions. I let the tears burst through and stain my face.

As a child, I thought I would be so much further in life than where I am now, so much better, so much happier.

A girl sweetly smiling into the camera, thinking that she has the world in her hands, thinking that she has everything figured out, thinking that she's unstoppable. I envy that smile—a true smile, a smile that can not be emulated through another medium, a smile that I am not longer capable of producing. Not understanding what the true validity of the world, nor understanding what reality truly is, my brain was fabricated with a false sense of confidence. But I now know what reality truly is: a big ass bitch.

A fictitious smile plastered on a younger version of me, a version that has yet to know what fear, frustration, and failure really feels like. Piercing my heart, such emotions never fail to rape my mind and mental well being.

I have always wanted my dream, craved it, yearned for it, but nothing salutary has ever happened to me. Absolutely nothing. Mindlessly chasing with my dream with a passion, a passion to succeed. A fucking unrelenting passion to never give up.

Why can't I measure up to anything? Why can't I just get what I want? Just why?

My failure has scarred me, evolving into disappointment and anger; it never ceases to drive me insane. Anger that is instable, impossible to be controlled, to be conquered. Failing not only myself, but my Pokémon as well, my anger has shattered my motivation.

I broke from my thoughts on the picture when I heard someone approaching the room. Quietly putting the picture back and closing the drawer, I tensed up.

Please don't be a rapist, please don't be a rapist, please don't be a rapist!

I peeled my eyes open.

I saw Paul.

Paul? What is he doing here? Oh my fucking God, I'm in his house? How did I manage that? He has a really nice house, he must be loaded…..damn it, pay attention Dawn!

"Paul? Wha-."

Cutting me off, he spoke. "You were sleeping in the elevator of my building so I decided to take you to my house."

"Thanks?" I said weakly with confusion. Why would Paul help me out? What would enable him to do so? Has Paul turned mentally retarded or something?

"Whatever, you're fine now, so you can go," he replied, not really caring.

I haven't seen Paul in years and this is how we reconvene? Me waking up in his house?

Allowing my eyes to venture Paul, I noticed something. With small droplets of water sliding off his hair, work-out attire, and a slight tint of red on his face, he must have just gone for a jog or something. I always knew that I had a high propensity to be attracted to Paul, but this just takes it to a whole new level.

"Troublesome? What are you staring at? Get out of my house!" he growled with a flick of his hair.

What I don't understand, is why Paul would even have the decency to help me out in the first place? And now he just wants to kick me out? What is running through his head and why does he have a picture of me from when I was younger in his drawer? Weird, much?

I was about to talk, but he was faster. Leaning against the doorway of the bedroom and blowing his bangs out of his face, he replied, "Listen, I have places to be today, so just get out."

"Fine."

I composed myself as I got up and exited his house.

Ugh, what do I do now? I'm in not in the mood to go and train my Pokémon; we just lost yesterday in that contest and need a mental break. I can't go back to my apartment, I'm completely broke, and I have no one to hang out with. So, what would a broke, depressed, homeless, frustrated, yet gorgeous twenty-four year old of a failure do today? I don't know.

Sighing, I left Paul's house, and eventually reached the city.

When I walked through the streets of Hearthrome City, I decided to go to Amity Square. Why? Because Amity Square is probably one most tranquil places that I can think of. With an abundance of flowers, the multitude of fragrances is limitless, allowing my mind to get lost in the wondrous smells. With various large fountains, hearing an unremitting cascade of water not only soothes my mind, but my heart. The everlasting silence that encompasses the park matches not even that of a library. Though, only few souls come to appreciate the value of such natural beauty, which is why it's become the haven of which I detach myself from the world. My Pokémon seem to enjoy it too.

One problem, though, there is a fee to get in. Usually, I sneak in the back way. Crawling under the fence, I easily manage to get in, but unfortunately they have fixed that problem, so now, I have a problem on how to get in.

As I stood in front of the Amity Square entrance, I pondered on my various options were. Which ones would be conceivable and which ones would be stupid? My thought process was immediately distracted when I saw something out of my peripherals, something strange.

Paul going into Amity Square? Well, I'm not too sure if it's Paul or not. He's concealing himself by wearing a massive amount of clothes, so it's kind of hard to tell, but he's probably doing that to hide himself from the paparazzi.

Whatever, I'm going to give it a try. I have no other idea on how to get in here, and I really want to go in.

Casually walking to where Paul wais, I stood behind him and gulped. What if this isn't Paul? What if this is just some weird guy who goes to Amity Park and dresses in an abundance of clothing, so he can have a strip party or something? Or worse, what if he goes in here and molests small Pokémon! EW!

Stop it Dawn, just do it. Do you want to get in or not? What else are you going to spend the day doing? Moping around? No, you already did that yesterday, after your loss.

I took a deep breath. I have nothing to lose, so why not? I'll go on with my original plan. Certainly Paul won't want to blow his cover, right? Well, what would he do if I try to threaten that?

Placing myself directly behind Paul, I curled my arms around his waist and pulled myself up to him. At my single touch, he tensed and I started to lose consciousness. He has a really developed chest! Damn it, Dawn pay attention!

I reached up to his face and instantly became nervous. Due to our close proximity, it made it extremely difficult to retain any amount of focus, my attraction to Paul didn't help either. Once I compiled myself, I pressed my lips against his ear and started talking.

"I know it's you Paul, your disguise is ridiculous. If you don't want me to yell out to the heavens that the Paul Shinji is here at Amity Park, you better buy me a ticket in. I won't bother you while I'm in there."

Releasing my grasp on him, he turned around and locked his eyes with mine. He scowled then replied, "You're so troublesome. Why in hell do you want me to buy you a ticket? They don't cost that much, so what's your problem? And if you dare shout my name in public, you're going to regret it."

Burning his eyes into mine, I cringed. Paul never fails to make me tense up under that infamous scowl. Well, it takes a lot to push me down, and my failures are a representation of such. I will never give up for the things I want.

"Just buy me a ticket and nothing will be of it."

"No way. Go find some else to bother, I'm not in the mood," he snapped, averting eye contact with me.

"Fine, I guess you want it that way." Paul has to understand that his perfect little life isn't so perfect. He has to accept all his fans and paparazzi. I accept all the frustration, fear, and failure I get from my life, even though I don't like it, so he has to accept his.

Strutting into the middle of the entrance to Amity Square, I got everyone's attention, which currently happened to be a lot of people.

Smiling, I started talking, "I would just like to notify everyone that we have a special guest here today! None other than the PAUL SHINJI!"

To put it simply, everyone went insane at my announcement.

Certainly not enjoying the crowd's newfound enjoyment, Paul's eyes widened, his palms clenched, and he looked like he was going to explode. He probably didn't think I'd have the guts to actually do it.

Running over to him, I pulled off his coat and layers of clothing, before he could run away, and instantly everyone went ballistic that he really was here. I didn't even think that the mere sight of Paul could incite such strong fan-dominium. Not to mention, his fans are beyond bizarre.

"OMFG, IT'S PAUL! I've always wanted to loose my virginity to you!"

"PAUL! Sign my breasts!"

"Paul, let's battle man! I can so beat the Champion of Sinnoh!"

"IT'S PPPPPPPAAUUUUULLLLLLL!"

"PAUL! I can be your wing man and we can go out to a bunch of clubs and score some chicks!"

"Paul is soo hawt!"

"HE HAS PURPLE HAIR!"

Glaring at me, Paul spoke, "Look what you've done, Troublesome! How am I going to get out of this?"

I threw him a playful smile as I flicked my hair. "You should of just of bought me a ticket."

"Fuck you," he sneered.

Within seconds, he broke into a full on spirit with the large crowd following him. Sniffling a giggle, I took advantage of the moment. Luckily, since everyone was so distracted by the incident, I was able to slip into Amity Square without having to pay.

Going to my favorite spot in the park, a secluded little area cradled by the smell of plumerias, I laid down. As I felt the grass tickle my skin, heard the light breeze move the flowers, and sensed the heat of the sun, I smiled. Everything is just so perfect in this park, why can't my life be like that?

Wanting to share this moment with my Pokémon, I released Lopunny, Parchirisu, Togekiss, Piplup, Ambipom, and Espeon.

Laying back down and cuddling with my Pokémon, I sweetly sighed. I love my Pokémon. If I didn't have them, then I'm not sure what I would do with my life.

Once I closed my eyes, I started to drift off into my thoughts.

What if I never attain my dream? What if I can never redeem myself of all my failures? What if I never get anywhere in this career? What if I waste my whole life to a life filled with misfortune and brevity?

In the process of getting discomforted by my thoughts, I started to rub my temple. What if trying my best isn't good enough?

Rolling over onto my stomach, I sighed.

Should I just give up and follow another career path?

"Ugh, why is life so unfair!" I screamed.

Instantly fixating their eyes on me, all my Pokémon looked at me worriedly.

"Sorry guys, I'm just stressed, like usual. You know, the same old questions and stuff."

As she jumped onto my lap, Pachirisu started to cuddle up to me and, in result, the others did the same. All cuddled together tightly and sweetly, we eventually fell asleep simultaneously. Gathered around by the ones I love, I smiled. I may not have the success to prove my worth, but I have the love of my Pokémon to do so.


We all didn't wake up until late in the day, around 9:00 pm. Losing so much would make anyone exhausted, mentally and physically. In result, my Pokémon and I denote a lot of sleeping to revitalize our spirits. Moreover, we sleep in the regards so we can escape from the world mentally, allowing our minds to indulge themselves in the realms of our dreams—dreams that are actually worth living.

Peeling my eyes open, they were met with a sky guarded with a sheet of darkness, granting the stars access reveal themselves and shimmer. Since no one is ever here during the night, my Pokémon and I have made it a daily ritual to go swimming in this huge secluded lake in the back of the park. Not only does the water somehow renew our bodies, but it refreshes our souls.

In due time, we reached the little lake in the back. Seeing my reflection in the lake, I smiled. The light that the moon gives off certainly exemplifies my beauty. I giggled. I can be really vain sometimes, but at least I have something. I mean if I wasn't extraordinarily beautiful, then what would I have?

Sometimes I can't comprehend how nature can be so gorgeous. This lake is certainly beyond words. The tress curl around it giving it a secluded, comforting feel while the roses scattered across the entrance produce a welcoming feeling. I feel safe here, I feel good here.

Striping off my clothes, I decided to go in. As I slowly allowed the water to encompass my body, I gradually glided my way through the water until my whole body was submerged.

Following after me, my Pokémon were much more abrupt in their ways of getting in as they all plunged into the water. The thing I love about this lake is that it's super large and private, so my Pokémon and I can mess around without having to worry about any intruders.

My muscles easily became at ease with the warm temperature of the water. I looked at my Pokémon and smiled. A smile plastered on every one of their faces; my Pokémon certainly enjoy playing with one another in this lake.

"So, you've been spending this whole day fucking around at the park when I had to outrun over five hundred senselessly crazed fans who either wanted to rape me or battle me? I wasted one whole day because of you," a voice growled.

Instantly contouring our head towards to the sound of the voice, my Pokémon and I were stunned.

WHAT IS PAUL DOING HERE!

I shivered then panicked. Why in the hell would he be here? Shit, does he want some sort of revenge or something from what I did earlier? Great, this isn't going to end well, but I mean it wasn't even really my fault; he should have just bought me a ticket.

Jolting myself underwater, I swiftly started to swim to the other side of the lake. Instantaneously following my suit, my Pokémon joined me. Once we reached the other side of the lake, I realized that I had forgotten something.

My clothes!

Shit! Why does my life always end up in failure no matter what I do? What am I going to do now? Paul is on the other side of this lake…I gulped at the thought. The multitude of possibilities that Paul can possibly do with my clothes is endless.

This is going to end badly…..