I hate the world. Why does everybody and everything have to be so cruel to me? I'm only a young girl for goodness sake. I can be sensitive. I want to be tough, I want to be forceful. I want for James to look at me and say that I am a good partner.

 I lay awake in my sleeping bag, James at least 10 feet away from me. In between us is a smaller sleeping bag, in it, sleeping, is a Meowth. He is our third member. He's a very odd little critter if you ask me. For one, he can talk the human language. I don't know how he learned it, or why he did, but he can. 

It's our first night out on our so-called journey. James hasn't spoken very much to me. He's very unlike Meowth. It's a wonder he can talk, but getting him to shut up is the trick. Always seems to complain. James is sound asleep. Why can't I sleep? Maybe I worry too much.

What he said to me earlier today, right when we were sent out into this cold world, still bounced off the walls of my brain. 'You know, Jessie,' he had said. 'The world is like one big puzzle, and we're the pieces. And somehow, I'm sad to say, you don't fit'. I know that wasn't exactly what he said, but it was the thought of what he actually meant by that that saddened me.

A loud groan comes from over to my right. I sit up in my sleeping bag and look over at James, so far away. He rolls around recklessly, his eyes closed tightly, hands gripping the edges of his blanket. In the moonlight you could see the shine of sweat on his face. He must be having a nightmare or something. I get out of my sleeping bag and crawl over to him. I tap him on the shoulder a few times, but nothing seems to work.

"James!" I whisper. "James, wake up."

He doesn't respond. He just mumbles a few words. I couldn't understand.

"James!" I say louder. "What's wrong."

"You tink he's gonna answer ya?" Meowth said from beside me. He had woken up as well.

My voice gets husky. "It was worth a try."

"I've seen people like Jimmy here before." Meowth informs. "Dey don't wake up no matter what ya do to 'em.  Sometin' about the dream won't let them pull up."

"I'm just a little worried, that's all." I said.

"Eh, you don't need to worry about him." Replied Meowth. "I'm sure he'd've forgotten about the whole thing, come morning."

            Meowth yawns and goes back to his tiny sleeping bag. I look at James, tossing and turning his head back and forth, still worrying. I go to my backpack and take out a towel, dabbing off the sweat he had on his forehead. I then, slowly, make my way back to my sleeping bag. I wiggle my legs in and sit there, staring into the trees before me. Suddenly, James bolts up, the towel on his forehead sores and lands in the dirt in front of him. He breathes heavily, I stare at him now. He soon realizes that I have been looking at him.

            "What is it?" James sighs.

            "I was worried about you. You seemed to be having a nightmare." I reply.

            James swallows hard. "I'm fine."

            "Are you sure?"

            "YES! I'm sure." James backs his voice down after the 'yes'.

            "What…" I hesitate. "What was your dream about?"
            James actually almost smiles at me. "You'd laugh if I told you."

            "No, I won't, I promise." I assure.

            James' happy face quickly fades into that blank annoyed look I'm so sadly used to. "I don't feel like it." He lies back down with his back to me. I finally fall back to sleep after I lay down as well.

            The next morning at our short breakfast, I find James drawing in the dirt with a stick. I try to crank my neck so I could see clearly what it was. But before I could be a good peek, he saw my wandering eyes and scribbled it out.

            "What was it?" I ask.

            "None of your business." James pouts.

            "It was just a question, James, for goodness sake. No need to through a temper over it." I reply.

            James sighs upwards, fluffing his one long-strand bang. "I was just trying to recall what I saw in that dream last night."
            "Oh!" I say in excitement. "Please, tell me more."

            James hesitates for a long time, and then finally whispers. "I was trying to remember her face."

            "A her, is it?" I jab my elbow at him.

            "Are ya sure it wasn't your Motha." Meowth jokes.

            James' face goes flaring. "No it was not!"
            "Cool down, Jimmy." Meowth laughs.

            James lunges at Meowth's throat and gets his hands firmly around it. "How dare you try to joke around with something like this!"

            While James was strangling Meowth, I go over to the spot where James was drawing with that stick. I could barely make out what I was. What I could see, confused me, but still left me curious. I saw a pair of wings and these huge eyes. The rest was too smudged to make out. James was at my throat next.

            "Don't look at that!" He throws me aside and stomps the rest out with his foot. "Let's get moving." He picks up our backpack and starts to walk off. I have no choice but to follow.