It is now the first Saturday in January. I was at home, cleaning the house so I could go hang out with my friends. After a few hours, I am finally finished.

"Mom, I'm finished. I'm going now." I yell as I grab my coat and head for the door.

"Hold on!" she yells. I stop in my tracks. "Get your ass in the kitchen."

Oh crap. What did I do now?I thought as I drop my coat and walk into the kitchen.

"This house isn't clean."

"Uhh... yes it is. I just spent three hours cleaning it."

"It's not good enough."

"What!? I just spent three hours of my life cleaning. How is it not good enough?"

She rubs her finger on the counter and holds it up to me. "See."

"There is nothing on your finger. You're just doing this to be a bitch."

She slaps me.

"Ow! What the hell?"

She slaps me again.

"Quit slapping me."

She pulls out a knife. I start to back away in fear.

"You are a selfish little bitch." she growls as she grabs me and tries to stab me in the chest. I grab her arm and start to fight.

"There's no use in fighting. You're not gonna win." she says in a dark voice I've never heard her use before.

I grit my teeth as I try to push her back. I eventually slip up and she stabs me... in my side. (You know. The stomach area. Down low. I don't know how to explain it. I seriously hope you get what I'm saying.) I suck in a painful as I fight off the urge to scream.

"Why are you even trying. You will never win this fight." she says as she pushes it in deeper.

"Why are you doing this to me." I say through gritted teeth.

"Because I don't like you. I never have. You have been nothing but trouble since the day you were born."

Well, that was a major stab to the heart. She never liked me? That doesn't sound right.

She pulls the knife out of me and pushes me to the floor. I look up at her and she smiles evilly. I stand up, and, without thinking, I punch her as hard as I could straight in the face. She flies back and hits her head on the refrigerator, knocking her out.I look down at my wound. There was blood gushing out of it.

"Shit." I grumble as go outside, not caring that I wasn't wearing a coat. I pull out a phone and text Dalton, telling him to meet me at the ball park. I limp there as fast as I could. Once there, I collapse onto the grass. I let out a loud enough, I hear a thump and the sound of running.

"Melissa!?"

I look up and see Dalton running towards me.

"Dalton..."

He reaches me and kneels down in front of me.

"What happened?"

"Take a look for yourself..." I say as I struggle into a sitting position, reveling my flesh wound.

"Oh shit!" he says. "What the hell happened."

"My mom! What else do you think? She got me again."

"This isn't good. We need to get you to a hospital... fast!" He lifts me up into his arms and pulls out a Pokeball. "Alakazam, I need your help."
An Alakazam appears in a red light and looks at us.

"Teleport us to the nearest hospital. It's an emergency."

It nods at us. That is the last thing I remember before passing out...