Even though I never even said the word pokemon in the whole story, I don't own it.
Optimism
Yet another dark story from me, Farla.
He's mad right now. I lost a battle. When he sent me out, I was already weak from him being angry before, and I lost.
Oftentimes the other trainer looks at me with contempt. They know I'm weak and why.
Sometimes, the trainer looks at me strangely. I don't really know what it means. They seem angry, but not like him. They seem angry at him. I don't really understand it.
Once, a woman in a blue suit came, and asked him about me. I don't really know but I think he lied.
I think that maybe she was going to take me from him.
I know that one day I'll stop losing, and then he'll be happy with me. It's my fault he's angry.
I try very hard to win, but I'm always hungry and sore. Usually I'm bloody. I can't move fast because my wounds open and it hurts so much.
I shouldn't care about pain. I should care more about winning. He wants me to win and it makes him mad when I lose.
He wants so much to win.
I'm sure one day I'll start to win. They he won't be mad anymore. He won't curse me and hurt me anymore. He'll like me and feed me.
I'm sure that I'll win one day. I'll make him happy one day, and I'll stop losing. He won't moan about that blue lady, because I will be strong and she won't take me. I won't leave him ever.
I know one day I'll win.