L is for Linoone.

L is for Lonely.

8-31-11

I'm afraid I'm all that's left of my team. My trainer passed away two years ago. She came down with something, pneumonia I think. Anyway, it was sudden. We were out traveling around Kanto and when she started getting sick we were out in the middle of the woods, and lost as usual. The girl was never good at reading maps. It took us a while to find our way back to Cerulean city and once we got there, Nurse Joy helped us get her to a hospital. But it was no use.

After the funeral, the rest of the team and I went back to Verdanturf town with my trainer's parents. I think her mom partially blames us for what happened. I feel so awful because she's right! If my trainer hadn't been on a Pokémon journey with us, she wouldn't have gotten so sick.

Shortly after returning home, my new 'trainer', the mom, let us all go. She said she had no right to keep us there and we were welcome to follow our own paths in life. I know the truth though, she can't stand to look at us. We remind her of her lost daughter and the sight of us is too painful for her.

Even without my trainer, Pokéball or team, I still stay close by. Something inside me just tells me not to go yet. I miss my trainer. If she were here, I wouldn't be living out of garbage cans. I would be curled up warm and safe in her arms whenever a storm crashed by above.

I guess it's time to move on. I think I'll have to return to the wild and forget about living with people. But, I'm used to having a trainer and don't want to go back to that lifestyle. Sometimes I think it would be great if a new trainer caught me and traveled with me. I'm sure my old trainer would be happy for me if that happened. But then, I'm not sure I could do that, the memories would probably be too painful.

But, I guess there's only one way to find out, isn't there?