DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon, but I wish I did! I could have aaaallll the merchandise that way!
A/N: I lied, there's only fifteen chapters, not sixteen, I was getting a little carried away with my story, haha! Hope you like, keep those reviews coming!
For the next two weeks, Misty remembered how to laugh, and so did her sisters. They went to plays, shopping, out for dinner, and never failed to visit their mother. And, the thing that puzzled Misty, was that it never rained, although it was Januaray.
She woke up one morning to light noises on the roof. She instantly recognised it as rain, and pulled more blankets around her, almost like a shield from the rain.
She smiled, feeling more sane than she ever had. Togepi snored quietly beside her, and Misty was about to resume sleeping, when she heard the front door slam.
She bolted up and checked her watch. 7:01. Her sisters were never up that early. Was it a visitor?
Misty crept out of bed and quietly opened her door, coming face-to-face with Lily. They both let out a little cry of surprise, but Misty already knew something was wrong. Lily looked a little apprehensive, and the look gave Misty pulsating chills up and down her back.
"What's wrong?" she asked, straightforward, no beating around the bush.
Lily's eyes filled with tears. "Mom died. Last night. In her sleep." The tears spilled over, though there was no sobbing.
Misty stood in shock, unable to believe it. They had all known it was going to happen, but now that it had she wasn't ready.
"No..." She slumped to the ground and Lily knelt beside her.
"She wasn't in any pain. She died peacefully."
"I never said goodbye!" Misty yelled in her sister's face, causing a look of shock and confusion. They had seen their mother the night before, and there was nothing to suggest she was going to go that particular night.
Misty stood up and ran, still in her pyjamas, outside into the rain, leaving Lily behind, sobbing quietly. She ran with feet that got saturated with morning dew, and fabric that absorbed the rain.
"Mom! I never said goodbye!" Misty screamed into the sky, full of agony and aching for her mother.
A roll of thunder was heard, and Misty ran down the street, knowing she looked ridiculous but not caring.
The rain streaked her face as much as her tears, and her delicate feet stumbled under the slick grass.
As she reached the outskirts of Cerulean, she crumpled to the ground and cried harder than she ever had. She trembled with distress and cold, and pounded at the ground with her fists.
"She didn't deserve this! I deserve it! ME!" Misty screamed with all the air she thought possible. "Do you hear me? Take me! I deserve to die! Not mom! Me! Misty!" She meant every word, and thought of the knife back home as the words escaped.
"Misty! Misty!" She heard the voices, and turned to face Violet's car, being driven by Violet herself, with Daisy up front and Lily in the back.
The car approached and Misty weakly stood up. "Get in!": Daisy ordered as Lily opened the back door. Misty dragged herself over and reluctantly climbed in. She was instantly greeted with a blanket and a hug so tight it was almost cramped.
"God, Misty! We just lost mom, we don't wanna lose you too!" Lily yelled, yet in relief. Pneumonia was a killer too, and they all knew it.
"Come on, let's go home" Daisy suggested quietly, holding Togepi, and Misty nodded.
"I deserve...not mom...me" the words couldn't come, no matter how hard she tried, but she was half-grateful. If her sister's found out about her suicidal tendinces, they would kick up a massive fuss.
Lily put an arm around her little sister's shoulder, and they both cried, willing for the truth to be a big joke.
"It'll be okay...it's gonna be alright..." Lily crooned to her little sister as if she were five years old.
But Misty didn't believe her. It couldn't be okay. How could it be okay if their mother, the person who cared and provided and raised them, was gone forever? It didn't make sense to anyone.
"The funeral's been arranged" Daisy said quietly.
"Already?!" Misty exclaimed in surprise.
"We've been planning it with mom for a while" Violet explained. "It's in three days" Violet added.
The car pulled up in the gym's back driveway, and the four sisters stepped out into the pouring rain, all clinging to each other. It wasn't going to be easy, especially for Misty, who suddenly had the huge responsibility of running the gym by herself.
"We're gonna get Mitch to take over the gym until we leave" Daisy explained, indicating the gym's security guard, as they walked in.
Misty frowned in puzzlement. "When are you guys going?"
The other three sisters glanced at each other and Misty knew that it wasn't going to be good news.
"Two weeks. It's when the next enrollment starts" Lily said mournfully.
Misty fell back onto a chair, still drenched from the rain, and inhaled deeply. She was not going to cry. She had done enough of that, and it never changed anything.
"Misty, we're sorry..." Violet trailed off, but Misty shook her head.
"It's not your fault, so don't apologise." She sounded very straightforward, and cold, no warmth was found in those huge eyes anymore, only pain and ice. No one could make them glow again.
"I think I'll get dressed" Misty said calmly.
"Do you want a shower?" Daisy asked gently.
Misty slowly nodded, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom. After entering the room, she closed the door, locked it, leaned against it, and quietly cried to herself. She had promised herself not to, but now her emotions were taking over her actions. Her brain almost didn't function properly anymore, it was just the overwhelming feeling of sorrow and loss.
She sighed, exhaling her grief...or at least part of it...and turned the taps clockwise. Warm water streamed through the tiny holes, and Misty began to undress herself.
She stopped for a minute, and looked in the mirror as the sound of the steady water throbbed in the back of her mind. She recalled people's words.
"Rose's youngest...wants to train water Pokemon...such a tomboy...would never wear a dress...would look so lovely if she did...beautiful eyes..."
Her so-called "beautiful" eyes were now an ugly grey, or at least she thought so.
Misty stepped in the shower, the hot water bringing only physical comfort to her rain-saturated body. She mentally yelled at herself. She should've been prepared for this. Rose was going to die. It was uneviatable, they all knew it.
So why did Misty feel so bad?
She leaned against the walls, closed her eyes and ignored the now increasing heat of water that was stinging at her like a Tentcruel's attack. This had been her mother's shower. Her dead mother's shower. And now she was standing in it. The same place her mother had been standing in the day she found out she had terminal cancer...
Misty's eyes flew open. She gave a cry of shock and leapt out, trembling and crying. That was her mother's shower, not hers. She had to respect it.
"Why? Mom, why did you leave me here?" Misty whispered, turning off the water and drying herself off with a towel.
As she walked into her room in a zombie-like state, she sighed. Would things ever be the same?
A/N: Okay, I'd just like to warn everyone that in the next chapter, the time span suddenly moves forward, but it's explained in the next chapter! Coming soon! :)
A/N: I lied, there's only fifteen chapters, not sixteen, I was getting a little carried away with my story, haha! Hope you like, keep those reviews coming!
For the next two weeks, Misty remembered how to laugh, and so did her sisters. They went to plays, shopping, out for dinner, and never failed to visit their mother. And, the thing that puzzled Misty, was that it never rained, although it was Januaray.
She woke up one morning to light noises on the roof. She instantly recognised it as rain, and pulled more blankets around her, almost like a shield from the rain.
She smiled, feeling more sane than she ever had. Togepi snored quietly beside her, and Misty was about to resume sleeping, when she heard the front door slam.
She bolted up and checked her watch. 7:01. Her sisters were never up that early. Was it a visitor?
Misty crept out of bed and quietly opened her door, coming face-to-face with Lily. They both let out a little cry of surprise, but Misty already knew something was wrong. Lily looked a little apprehensive, and the look gave Misty pulsating chills up and down her back.
"What's wrong?" she asked, straightforward, no beating around the bush.
Lily's eyes filled with tears. "Mom died. Last night. In her sleep." The tears spilled over, though there was no sobbing.
Misty stood in shock, unable to believe it. They had all known it was going to happen, but now that it had she wasn't ready.
"No..." She slumped to the ground and Lily knelt beside her.
"She wasn't in any pain. She died peacefully."
"I never said goodbye!" Misty yelled in her sister's face, causing a look of shock and confusion. They had seen their mother the night before, and there was nothing to suggest she was going to go that particular night.
Misty stood up and ran, still in her pyjamas, outside into the rain, leaving Lily behind, sobbing quietly. She ran with feet that got saturated with morning dew, and fabric that absorbed the rain.
"Mom! I never said goodbye!" Misty screamed into the sky, full of agony and aching for her mother.
A roll of thunder was heard, and Misty ran down the street, knowing she looked ridiculous but not caring.
The rain streaked her face as much as her tears, and her delicate feet stumbled under the slick grass.
As she reached the outskirts of Cerulean, she crumpled to the ground and cried harder than she ever had. She trembled with distress and cold, and pounded at the ground with her fists.
"She didn't deserve this! I deserve it! ME!" Misty screamed with all the air she thought possible. "Do you hear me? Take me! I deserve to die! Not mom! Me! Misty!" She meant every word, and thought of the knife back home as the words escaped.
"Misty! Misty!" She heard the voices, and turned to face Violet's car, being driven by Violet herself, with Daisy up front and Lily in the back.
The car approached and Misty weakly stood up. "Get in!": Daisy ordered as Lily opened the back door. Misty dragged herself over and reluctantly climbed in. She was instantly greeted with a blanket and a hug so tight it was almost cramped.
"God, Misty! We just lost mom, we don't wanna lose you too!" Lily yelled, yet in relief. Pneumonia was a killer too, and they all knew it.
"Come on, let's go home" Daisy suggested quietly, holding Togepi, and Misty nodded.
"I deserve...not mom...me" the words couldn't come, no matter how hard she tried, but she was half-grateful. If her sister's found out about her suicidal tendinces, they would kick up a massive fuss.
Lily put an arm around her little sister's shoulder, and they both cried, willing for the truth to be a big joke.
"It'll be okay...it's gonna be alright..." Lily crooned to her little sister as if she were five years old.
But Misty didn't believe her. It couldn't be okay. How could it be okay if their mother, the person who cared and provided and raised them, was gone forever? It didn't make sense to anyone.
"The funeral's been arranged" Daisy said quietly.
"Already?!" Misty exclaimed in surprise.
"We've been planning it with mom for a while" Violet explained. "It's in three days" Violet added.
The car pulled up in the gym's back driveway, and the four sisters stepped out into the pouring rain, all clinging to each other. It wasn't going to be easy, especially for Misty, who suddenly had the huge responsibility of running the gym by herself.
"We're gonna get Mitch to take over the gym until we leave" Daisy explained, indicating the gym's security guard, as they walked in.
Misty frowned in puzzlement. "When are you guys going?"
The other three sisters glanced at each other and Misty knew that it wasn't going to be good news.
"Two weeks. It's when the next enrollment starts" Lily said mournfully.
Misty fell back onto a chair, still drenched from the rain, and inhaled deeply. She was not going to cry. She had done enough of that, and it never changed anything.
"Misty, we're sorry..." Violet trailed off, but Misty shook her head.
"It's not your fault, so don't apologise." She sounded very straightforward, and cold, no warmth was found in those huge eyes anymore, only pain and ice. No one could make them glow again.
"I think I'll get dressed" Misty said calmly.
"Do you want a shower?" Daisy asked gently.
Misty slowly nodded, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom. After entering the room, she closed the door, locked it, leaned against it, and quietly cried to herself. She had promised herself not to, but now her emotions were taking over her actions. Her brain almost didn't function properly anymore, it was just the overwhelming feeling of sorrow and loss.
She sighed, exhaling her grief...or at least part of it...and turned the taps clockwise. Warm water streamed through the tiny holes, and Misty began to undress herself.
She stopped for a minute, and looked in the mirror as the sound of the steady water throbbed in the back of her mind. She recalled people's words.
"Rose's youngest...wants to train water Pokemon...such a tomboy...would never wear a dress...would look so lovely if she did...beautiful eyes..."
Her so-called "beautiful" eyes were now an ugly grey, or at least she thought so.
Misty stepped in the shower, the hot water bringing only physical comfort to her rain-saturated body. She mentally yelled at herself. She should've been prepared for this. Rose was going to die. It was uneviatable, they all knew it.
So why did Misty feel so bad?
She leaned against the walls, closed her eyes and ignored the now increasing heat of water that was stinging at her like a Tentcruel's attack. This had been her mother's shower. Her dead mother's shower. And now she was standing in it. The same place her mother had been standing in the day she found out she had terminal cancer...
Misty's eyes flew open. She gave a cry of shock and leapt out, trembling and crying. That was her mother's shower, not hers. She had to respect it.
"Why? Mom, why did you leave me here?" Misty whispered, turning off the water and drying herself off with a towel.
As she walked into her room in a zombie-like state, she sighed. Would things ever be the same?
A/N: Okay, I'd just like to warn everyone that in the next chapter, the time span suddenly moves forward, but it's explained in the next chapter! Coming soon! :)
