Wounded in my Eyes, chapter one.
Well, this is a sidetrack from Delia's Reminiscence, because I am at a thinking stage right now..but, here it is, so enjoy it! I was bored one evening at 2 am or something like that.
~Misty's POV
"Will all the members of flight 105 please report to the gate, I repeat, will the members of
flight 106 please report the gate.."
I turn to those who I had spent the last four years with and tearfully bid them goodbye.
"Goodbye, Cindy, goodbye, Aurora, Joshua..." When my eyes meet with those of the
tall, blue-eyed man, he reaches over to embrace me. I hug him for a moment or two, then
pull away.
"I'm gonna be late," I mutter, and turn away before I could see the look on his face. I
hope.I hope this is the last time I ever see him. The scene feels so familiar that I need to
blink back a couple of tears.
I know that sounds harsh, but I have so many twisted emotions running through my head,
so many severed dreams, that I tried to put it out of my heart.
Who have I become?, I wonder.
As the ground shrank smaller and smaller and the clouds rushed in at me, I picture the
last time I was on a plane, bound for America. I was only fourteen at the time, my eyes bright eyed towards life, eager, yet hurting at the same time.
I was outraged that they could do this to me. My sisters decided that I no longer was
needed at the Cerulean gym, so when they saw an exclusive exchange program with
American water Pokemon trainers, they jumped at the chance to get rid of me.
I huddled at the window, frightened, confused, and most of all, lovesick.
Yes, lovesick.
I'm sure all of you know. The one who I had traveled with, who I spent most of my time
arguing with. The one who I had saved from the roaring ocean during the battle of the
three great birds.
When we were at the airport, and I was about to board the plane, I heard him say
something to me.
Blushing, staring down at his feet, holding out a small box.
"For you," he said. I smiled and accepted the gift, and turned to the plane with my eyes
set ahead.
"Misty! Misty!" Yelled Brock, "He has something to tell you!"
"I'll be late!" I exclaimed. "Bye, guys, write me it in a letter, 'kay?"
So he never did tell me how he felt.
The letters grew less and less frequent over the years, and I wondered what had become
of our little romance...but soon I forgot about it, and began to build a life of my own.
There's no where I belong. I don't belong with Joshua. It was wrong, all the way from the
beginning. I just went with the flow, tried to force myself into something, anything, to
take my mind off of that other place.
As the plane touches the Japanese soil, a trace of anticipation springs up. So long, I have
ran so far away from this place. I ran away from him. And now, I've done it twice. So
many dreams I have had that were unlived. This is why I must get out of America.
As I step onto the platform, I glance around. Not a familiar face. My sisters had promised
me that they would meet me, I think sullenly. How come they never keep their promises?
Then, suddenly, a group of bubbly, air-headed girls run up to me.
"Like, Misty?" one of them asks in her valley girl drawl. I can scarcely believe it. This is
my sister, Lily?
"Like, wow, you've like really grown up!" Screams another one, and before I know it, I
am surrounded by my sisters, hugging me, demanding to know every detail of America.
"I'm a little tired.." I hear myself saying, "can I tell you tomorrow?"
"Like, sure!" squeals Daisy, "Like, you can!" I can't believe that there are the same
sisters that shipped me off so many years ago, that are now thrilled to see me.
And so we make our way home, their chatter all blending together and my mind
somewhere else..
What ever did become of him? I wonder as I idly pace around the empty gym. Is he
famous? Is he nothing? I haven't anything about him in so long..
I wonder if he would remember me. Of course he would, we traveled together for years!
But still, this doubt creeps into my mind that he would see me and come up with a blank.
I decide that very second that I will begin my search for him.
"Have any of you heard of an Ash Ketchum?" I ask as I pace around the town, my mood
considerably sunny since I had first arrived.
People meet my eye for a fraction of a second, then look away.
"Ketchum..why would you want to talk to HIM?"
Well, tell me whatcha think, and I will write more if I see any interest! (say..ten reviews or so?)
X~Aurora chan
Well, this is a sidetrack from Delia's Reminiscence, because I am at a thinking stage right now..but, here it is, so enjoy it! I was bored one evening at 2 am or something like that.
~Misty's POV
"Will all the members of flight 105 please report to the gate, I repeat, will the members of
flight 106 please report the gate.."
I turn to those who I had spent the last four years with and tearfully bid them goodbye.
"Goodbye, Cindy, goodbye, Aurora, Joshua..." When my eyes meet with those of the
tall, blue-eyed man, he reaches over to embrace me. I hug him for a moment or two, then
pull away.
"I'm gonna be late," I mutter, and turn away before I could see the look on his face. I
hope.I hope this is the last time I ever see him. The scene feels so familiar that I need to
blink back a couple of tears.
I know that sounds harsh, but I have so many twisted emotions running through my head,
so many severed dreams, that I tried to put it out of my heart.
Who have I become?, I wonder.
As the ground shrank smaller and smaller and the clouds rushed in at me, I picture the
last time I was on a plane, bound for America. I was only fourteen at the time, my eyes bright eyed towards life, eager, yet hurting at the same time.
I was outraged that they could do this to me. My sisters decided that I no longer was
needed at the Cerulean gym, so when they saw an exclusive exchange program with
American water Pokemon trainers, they jumped at the chance to get rid of me.
I huddled at the window, frightened, confused, and most of all, lovesick.
Yes, lovesick.
I'm sure all of you know. The one who I had traveled with, who I spent most of my time
arguing with. The one who I had saved from the roaring ocean during the battle of the
three great birds.
When we were at the airport, and I was about to board the plane, I heard him say
something to me.
Blushing, staring down at his feet, holding out a small box.
"For you," he said. I smiled and accepted the gift, and turned to the plane with my eyes
set ahead.
"Misty! Misty!" Yelled Brock, "He has something to tell you!"
"I'll be late!" I exclaimed. "Bye, guys, write me it in a letter, 'kay?"
So he never did tell me how he felt.
The letters grew less and less frequent over the years, and I wondered what had become
of our little romance...but soon I forgot about it, and began to build a life of my own.
There's no where I belong. I don't belong with Joshua. It was wrong, all the way from the
beginning. I just went with the flow, tried to force myself into something, anything, to
take my mind off of that other place.
As the plane touches the Japanese soil, a trace of anticipation springs up. So long, I have
ran so far away from this place. I ran away from him. And now, I've done it twice. So
many dreams I have had that were unlived. This is why I must get out of America.
As I step onto the platform, I glance around. Not a familiar face. My sisters had promised
me that they would meet me, I think sullenly. How come they never keep their promises?
Then, suddenly, a group of bubbly, air-headed girls run up to me.
"Like, Misty?" one of them asks in her valley girl drawl. I can scarcely believe it. This is
my sister, Lily?
"Like, wow, you've like really grown up!" Screams another one, and before I know it, I
am surrounded by my sisters, hugging me, demanding to know every detail of America.
"I'm a little tired.." I hear myself saying, "can I tell you tomorrow?"
"Like, sure!" squeals Daisy, "Like, you can!" I can't believe that there are the same
sisters that shipped me off so many years ago, that are now thrilled to see me.
And so we make our way home, their chatter all blending together and my mind
somewhere else..
What ever did become of him? I wonder as I idly pace around the empty gym. Is he
famous? Is he nothing? I haven't anything about him in so long..
I wonder if he would remember me. Of course he would, we traveled together for years!
But still, this doubt creeps into my mind that he would see me and come up with a blank.
I decide that very second that I will begin my search for him.
"Have any of you heard of an Ash Ketchum?" I ask as I pace around the town, my mood
considerably sunny since I had first arrived.
People meet my eye for a fraction of a second, then look away.
"Ketchum..why would you want to talk to HIM?"
Well, tell me whatcha think, and I will write more if I see any interest! (say..ten reviews or so?)
X~Aurora chan