Decay
Max didn't want to live anymore. His eyes were shattered awake from the noise outside. He knew that May would have given birth at least a couple of days ago. Giovanni had showered him with pointless gifts and fancy clothes. Last night they had candlelight supper together. Giovanni complained that Max was becoming a grumpy teenager that needed to lift his chin up.
What was there to look forward to? His dreams of being rescued by Ash and May had faded. They would be concentrating on their child and not him. As far as he knew, he had the feeling that higher authorities were searching for him. He heard that Ash had been looking all around the country for him. He wondered how Giovanni knew all this, and when he found out it was because he was Ash Ketchum's father, he was disgusted. Max felt as if he was involved in a sordid affair. The age gap and lack of consent was bad enough.
Max had found himself in continuous mood-swings. His self-esteem hit rock bottom. The painful sex and bruises made him ridden with guilt. He was irritable and intolerant to the rest of Team Rocket. He had no motivation to get out of bed, nor interest in pokemon anymore. He was waiting for everything to be over. He found it difficult to make decisions, especially as all the joy he had as a child had been sucked out of him. Max thought that if he killed himself, he would save him and his family a world of pain. But he knew that everybody was anxious and worried about him.
He was sick of Giovanni complaining that he spoke too slow or was too skinny. He would sometimes put things in Max's mouth to stop him talking about his constipation, pains and lack of energy. Overtime, Max refused to speak. He would just obey demands like a robot. Max's perfect dreams had been disturbed.
From a matter of months the blue cell had turned into a magnificent bedroom. From another person's eyes, the room appeared to be a beautiful and elegant, but to Max it was as dark and gloomy as ever. The memories have haunted him too much. He could see himself spending his last days in this room. He didn't want anyone else to see him in a restless manner. He could imagine everybody being disappointed in him.
"This is all my fault," he said to the broken boy in the mirror. "I should have said no. I should have died a long time ago."
Max had met Giovanni's other son, Silver. He was silent and avoided him like the plague. Max had tried earlier to make an effort to talk to him, but Silver refused to acknowledge him. Max never saw Silver again after Giovanni invited him to dinner. Max knew why, he was taking his father's attention away from him. Silver couldn't stand the fact that Giovanni was fixated at Max and not him.
Giovanni hurt Silver through neglect and he had hurt Max in every way, to the point of no return.
"I have a choice to die," Max muttered. "How should I die?"