"Miss, Miss! Are you awake?" an incessant, soprano voice was yammering nearby. I felt around blindly, as my eyes wouldn't open, and touched something that felt like skin. "Where am I?" I managed to croak out. "You're in the Pokémon Center in Cherrygrove City, Miss Lyra' said the voice. My eyebrows crunched in confusion. Why would I be in Cherrygrove City?
I shot up, remembering what had happened. There was a Chikorita, the woods, an asthma attack, and a thief…. The thief had saved my life. I looked around to see a Nurse Joy looking down at me with a worried expression on her flawless face. I groaned; the light was too bright for my eyes. She said' a red-head brought you and your Chikorita here, saying you suffered from an asthma attack. You appear to have recovered, but I'd like to keep you here overnight for observation."
'Of course, Nurse Joy. Um, where is Chikorita?' I asked, 'Oh, could I have some water.' "Your Chikorita is resting in the greenhouse. I'll go get her for you and your water. You need to rest." I nodded, my tongue feeling like wet cotton sticking to m mouth.
I lay back down on the bed, awaiting my friend. Nurse Joy probably was going to take her time, so I had plenty of time to think. Why did that thief bring me here? My mother had always said thieves were bad people always looking for what would benefit them. She said they were the most selfish people out there. Bringing me here probably wouldn't benefit him at all, only hinder his getaway time. And wouldn't he have taken Chikorita and Totodile with him?
Does this mean he wasn't a bad person? All these questions were making my head swim. I just decided to rest my eyes for a moment before Nurse Joy came back. Before long, I was snoring so loud that I would have put a Dragonite to shame.
Sorry it is so short! My grand father's health keeps declining. I thin he's got about two weeks left. Then there's my friend who is threatening to kill herself and won't stop cutting. Then there's me. My bullies keep upping the ante. But hey, it could be worse. But it could be better.
To the bystanders:
Try to do something helpful. Try and be nicer. Say hi to someone who looks lonely. Get to know the new kid.
And you see someone being a bully STAND UP TO THEM! If you're not helping with the solution, you're part of the problem. It'll only get better if we try to make it better. Please help someone out, and don't be part of the problem.
To all the victims like me: Screw them. They don't know you. They are going to get what they deserve. Just endure and DON'T do anything drastic. Talk to someone. I promise it'll get better. You can PM e if you need to spill.
To the bullies, intentional or otherwise: STOP IT NOW! I DON'T CARE YOUR SITUATION, BACKGROUND, MOTIVATION, WHATEVER TELLS YOU THAT YOU CAN BE A CRUEL TYRANT. JUST STOP IT NOW!
To anyone who is hurting themselves, or considering suicide: Stop. You can't say no one cares, because I care. You have so much potential within. I know it won't go away for a good long while. But I promise that it will get better. I know it may not seem like it now, but I promise it gets better. There will be people out there who will love you and will be a safe place for you. I love you already. Just please tell someone, and put down the knife. Please talk to someone. I've been there, on that dark road. Just don't give up. Please.
Well that's my plea. Make it better and have a lovely day.