Okay, so I stopped procrastinating for long enough to get
Part 4 written. Enjoy!
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The One Least Likely
It's all my fault.
First Misty – my own mother – and then Ash.
They're dead.
And it's all my fault.
I didn't mean to. But I did.
It was all a bad dream, I thought. But it wasn't.
In my dream, something was chasing me. It was after me,
trying to kill me. I had to stop it.
I called on all my power, and I blasted it as hard as I
could. Again and again.
It vanished. Disintegrated into nothing.
I was safe.
At least I thought I was.
When I woke up in the morning I found out just how wrong I
was.
Mummy wasn't breathing. Ash said she'd never wake up. It
was then that I realised what I had done.
I had killed her. Somehow when I killed the monster in my
dream, my attack was in the real world too. And I had attacked my own mother,
and killed her.
And it didn't end there. Ash and Tracey went away for a
while. Ash never came back. He was dead too, because he wanted to be with
Mummy. He'd loved her. I knew that.
Brock thought Tracey killed Ash. Now he hates Tracey.
Pikachu – my adopted brother – found out last week. I
think he's refusing to believe it…
All of it's my fault. If Mummy hadn't died, none of the
other things would have happened.
I can't live with this guilt any more.
I look down. The ground is so far below…
I jump.
Down… down… it's only a few seconds, probably, but it
feels like hours…
Perhaps I'll be with Mummy again now…
Goodbye everyone…
Please forgive me…
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Well, that's it for another part. The next part will be
narrated by Brock, and will probably go for quite a bit longer than this one…
Please review! I'm just a strange little person with no
life who's writing fanfiction when she should be doing homework, and getting
reviews gives meaning to my otherwise pointless existence…