One note, since I don't know how to do html in documents (so sue me, I'm
stupid) then I'm gonna do italicized words in asterisks, kay?
I found it. I manage to dig the information out of a reluctant passerby, a poor soul who probably wants nothing to do with the name "Ketchum"
"Yeah, I used to know him," he says, and slips me the address furtively.
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So here I am, standing on his front stoop. The door hangs on the hinges, looking helpless, somehow. The house is small, ill-kept. All around shrubs fringe the outside. They might have looked good at one time, but it was evident that no one had touched them in years.
I can't do this. I can't suddenly show up on the doorstep of a friend I haven't seen in years, expecting hospitality and kindness. What kind of person was this Ketchum, this man whose name was held in dishonor? And *was* he still a friend?
Come on, I scold myself. This is ridiculous. I am standing with my hand positioned against the doorbell, trying to muster up the courage to ring it. If he ever saw me looking so stupid, he would laugh in my face.
The thought of this makes me slap my hand against the doorbell, hard.
Silence.
Then, footsteps padding towards the door. A lump rises in my throat, thickens till I can barely swallow.
In front of me stands a tall, dark-haired man. The sight of him takes my breath away. For a moment, his eyes regard me coldly. I search there for the slightest glimmer of recognition, and I see only a lost, scared look in the eyes of this man. He almost looks like a boy. Ash.
It is so unexpected that I look away. "Ash Ketchum," I blurt out, "It's me, Misty. Don't you remember?"
His mouth opens then closes again, and he looks like a fish gasping for air. "*Misty*???"
I nod ever so slightly.
I can tell from his manner that he doesn't know quite what to do or say. He starts to step foreword, then stops. Opens his mouth again, but no words come out.
"How are you?" I ask finally, unable to take the awkward silence bearing down on both of us.
"I'm fine," he says stiffly.
Say something, Ash! Screams a voice in my head. His face is so set that I think it is made of stone. *Aren't you the least bit happy to see me??* I wonder, but I say nothing.
"Listen, Misty, I think it would be better if we didn't see one another anymore. We both have moved on in our lives, and it's best to put the past behind us."
I blink. This comment is so abrupt, so out of the blue that I have to make sure I heard what I think I did. "What?"
"You heard me. It's time to move on." And then the door shuts in my face. I feel as if I've been slapped, and nearly stumble backwards.
I stand there, struggling against the torrent of tears that I feel behind my eyes. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry...
In a matter of seconds rage comes boiling up, so hot I don't know what direction is up, along with the burning acrid tears.
"Ash Ketchum!" I scream. My voice sounds as angry as it was the last time I fought with him when I was twelve.
"You talk to me! Stop acting like a jerk and tell me why you're acting like this!!" I'm pounding on the door like a wild animal, nothing stopping my rage.
I stop and look at my hands. The knuckles are split open, and blood pours between my fingers.
I drop my hands and creep around the back of the house. The yard is just as wild and random as the front of the house. I'm hoping for something, a back entrance maybe?
Something inside me is shaking so violently, and it won't stop. Why did he turn me away so suddenly? How did the mere sight of me bring such a burning hatred to his eyes, such that he would shut the door on me?
I'm wading through the tall stalks of grass, feeling lost. My heart is torn into a million pieces all scattered around the yard. *Ash* tore my heart into a million pieces. There was that hope, that budding hope when I had left Joshua, that I could return and every thing will be fine, like it was before.
I am such a fool.
I'm so lost in my own thoughts that I don't notice the little stone in front of me.
Before I know it, I'm stumbling to the ground. The dirt scrapes up my hands and I overturn them to see how much damage was done.
Out of the corner of my eyes, something catches my gaze.
The stone I'd tripped over. It has writing on it.
Edging closer, I squint to read it.
"Rest In Peace, Togapi..the beloved Pokemon of Misty Kasumi Waterflower, died on May 12, 2000."
Cold shock washes over me, and suddenly the air is sucked out of me.
The last thing I remember is the cold rock hitting my head.
Well, the second chapter at my first attempt to do angst! Please review! I'm a review freak and if you read it, review it!!!! ^____^ *gets all happy thinking about reviews* thanks to all who read it! The third chapter should be coming out soon depending on how many review I get! If I get a lot, I'll make sure to blow off my homework to write it!
x~Aurora chan
I found it. I manage to dig the information out of a reluctant passerby, a poor soul who probably wants nothing to do with the name "Ketchum"
"Yeah, I used to know him," he says, and slips me the address furtively.
=============================*================================
So here I am, standing on his front stoop. The door hangs on the hinges, looking helpless, somehow. The house is small, ill-kept. All around shrubs fringe the outside. They might have looked good at one time, but it was evident that no one had touched them in years.
I can't do this. I can't suddenly show up on the doorstep of a friend I haven't seen in years, expecting hospitality and kindness. What kind of person was this Ketchum, this man whose name was held in dishonor? And *was* he still a friend?
Come on, I scold myself. This is ridiculous. I am standing with my hand positioned against the doorbell, trying to muster up the courage to ring it. If he ever saw me looking so stupid, he would laugh in my face.
The thought of this makes me slap my hand against the doorbell, hard.
Silence.
Then, footsteps padding towards the door. A lump rises in my throat, thickens till I can barely swallow.
In front of me stands a tall, dark-haired man. The sight of him takes my breath away. For a moment, his eyes regard me coldly. I search there for the slightest glimmer of recognition, and I see only a lost, scared look in the eyes of this man. He almost looks like a boy. Ash.
It is so unexpected that I look away. "Ash Ketchum," I blurt out, "It's me, Misty. Don't you remember?"
His mouth opens then closes again, and he looks like a fish gasping for air. "*Misty*???"
I nod ever so slightly.
I can tell from his manner that he doesn't know quite what to do or say. He starts to step foreword, then stops. Opens his mouth again, but no words come out.
"How are you?" I ask finally, unable to take the awkward silence bearing down on both of us.
"I'm fine," he says stiffly.
Say something, Ash! Screams a voice in my head. His face is so set that I think it is made of stone. *Aren't you the least bit happy to see me??* I wonder, but I say nothing.
"Listen, Misty, I think it would be better if we didn't see one another anymore. We both have moved on in our lives, and it's best to put the past behind us."
I blink. This comment is so abrupt, so out of the blue that I have to make sure I heard what I think I did. "What?"
"You heard me. It's time to move on." And then the door shuts in my face. I feel as if I've been slapped, and nearly stumble backwards.
I stand there, struggling against the torrent of tears that I feel behind my eyes. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry...
In a matter of seconds rage comes boiling up, so hot I don't know what direction is up, along with the burning acrid tears.
"Ash Ketchum!" I scream. My voice sounds as angry as it was the last time I fought with him when I was twelve.
"You talk to me! Stop acting like a jerk and tell me why you're acting like this!!" I'm pounding on the door like a wild animal, nothing stopping my rage.
I stop and look at my hands. The knuckles are split open, and blood pours between my fingers.
I drop my hands and creep around the back of the house. The yard is just as wild and random as the front of the house. I'm hoping for something, a back entrance maybe?
Something inside me is shaking so violently, and it won't stop. Why did he turn me away so suddenly? How did the mere sight of me bring such a burning hatred to his eyes, such that he would shut the door on me?
I'm wading through the tall stalks of grass, feeling lost. My heart is torn into a million pieces all scattered around the yard. *Ash* tore my heart into a million pieces. There was that hope, that budding hope when I had left Joshua, that I could return and every thing will be fine, like it was before.
I am such a fool.
I'm so lost in my own thoughts that I don't notice the little stone in front of me.
Before I know it, I'm stumbling to the ground. The dirt scrapes up my hands and I overturn them to see how much damage was done.
Out of the corner of my eyes, something catches my gaze.
The stone I'd tripped over. It has writing on it.
Edging closer, I squint to read it.
"Rest In Peace, Togapi..the beloved Pokemon of Misty Kasumi Waterflower, died on May 12, 2000."
Cold shock washes over me, and suddenly the air is sucked out of me.
The last thing I remember is the cold rock hitting my head.
Well, the second chapter at my first attempt to do angst! Please review! I'm a review freak and if you read it, review it!!!! ^____^ *gets all happy thinking about reviews* thanks to all who read it! The third chapter should be coming out soon depending on how many review I get! If I get a lot, I'll make sure to blow off my homework to write it!
x~Aurora chan