Chapter 4
Always
Misty awakened. It was all a dream, an amazing dream that she'd had before, one that brought her great pleasure and great sadness. She sighed.
"Only you…" She said.
She looked down at herself. She'd fallen asleep last night with her hand in her panties. They were completely soiled. This wasn't the first time this happened and it wouldn't be her last. She felt like she was about to cry.
"I'm pathetic. I'm a disgusting, pathetic disgrace."
She moved out of her bed and went to go take a shower, one that she felt like she needed for more than one reason.
Once she was clean, Misty didn't even bother to dress herself. She sat down at her breakfast table and tried to think of what to eat.
"Toast… Cereal… Leftovers…"
She thought about that dream she had again and felt sick. She began to cry again.
"Why?" She said between tears.
She took some bread from her kitchen table and grabbed a knife. She began slicing some pieces from it, hoping that it would ease the pain.
"Just forget about it. It was just a dream. That's all it will ever be." She told herself.
She began to cut another piece of bread. She thought of him, his voice, his body, his touch…
"Ow! Son of a…"
Misty looked down at her hand. She wasn't paying attention and accidentally cut her finger. Blood trickled down her finger and onto her hand. She put the finger in her mouth. The taste was metallic and bitter, like blood usually was.
"I wonder…" Misty said.
She looked at the knife in her hand. Knives were dangerous things. If misused, they could be used to cause a lot of harm to someone. He held the knife up to one of her breasts. She felt the cold steel on her soft skin. It wouldn't take much. Just a twitch of the muscles. Only a little bit of willpower, the will to overcome survival instinct. It was the will to act without thinking, the will to destroy.
"I could stop." She thought.
"Just one jolt of strength in my hand, one twitch of the muscles, and I could stop."
She thought about it, be deep down, she didn't want to do this.
"That's not the answer. That's never the answer." She told herself.
She tried to resist the urge to put the knife down. Just one twitch, just one and it all ends.
"I have so much to live for." She said.
She started to move the knife toward her wrist, until she dropped it. She collapsed onto the kitchen floor and wept.
"I have so fucking much to live for."
She wanted to move. She wanted to get up. She wanted to get dressed, eat breakfast, and start her day. She didn't have the willpower, though. Instead, she curled up on her kitchen floor and sobbed.
Once Misty was done, she stood back up. Her face was still wet, but she had stopped crying. She looked at her refrigerator. There were two photos there, held up by cute magnets shaped like Magnemite.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." She moaned.
Misty wasn't even sure what she was sorry for, just that she felt awful.
She looked at one of the photos. It was her and Ash, from all the way back when they were children. It was taken shortly after he won the trophy for winning the Orange League Championship. He stood there, on the island, with the sun setting in the background with her. They both looked so happy, so innocent, and young.
"I'll always love you." She said as she turned her gaze toward the second photo.
It was Ash's wedding picture. He was with a different woman, one that accompanied him on his later journeys. She was beautiful, and by all accounts as kind and friendly as a saint. Misty didn't know her name. She didn't want to know the woman's name. It didn't matter to her.
"She's lucky to have you. Very lucky." She thought.
In her head, Misty was cursing herself. "I should have been more forward." "I shouldn't have left him when I did." "I should have been nicer to him." "I shouldn't have let him get away."
She sighed and placed her hand on the photo.
"I'll always love you, Ash Ketchum. Always."
Fin
This story is dedicated to ObeliskX.
Thank you for reading.