I'm opening my eyes. Everything is swerving in, out, until finally it comes
into focus.
"Misty! Like, you're awake!" My sister's voice seems piercingly loud as the
whole group
of them closes in on me. Then I see another person, someone who is not a
Sensational
Sister of Cerulean City.
"Brock?!" Then my eyes are open totally wide, and I am staring at a tall, muscular, tan human.
I leap up to hug him, but the minute my head straightens, stars dance in front of my eyes and I am collapsing back onto the blankets, exhausted.
"Don't, like, try to get up!" Shrieks Daisy, "You'll, like, die!"
"You have a nasty bump on your head," translates Brock. "You got it on a stone when you passed out. If you get up, you'll faint again."
I don't respond, silently taking in my surroundings. The breeze faintly ruffles the white curtains in my room. Nothing has changed in my room since I left. I see the childish things I had saved all propped up on my dresser, the things I left as a message to myself when I returned. This girl seemed totally foreign to me. The faintest trace of uneasiness springs up. I feel like I've been severed from my old self, yet the only person the people here know is her. And now, they expect me to return to her.
"My Togepi.." I whisper.
"Like, Brockie!" chirps my oldest sister, Daisy. "Maybe we should give our little baby sister some peace and go have some fun!" She winks at him and begins to drag him out of the room, and I see him get that perverted expression on his face. Maybe not everything has changed, after all.
"I want to talk to Misty," he says, and my sisters all scowl at him.
"Like, you're already replacing US with HER!" They whine as they slink out of the room.
As the door shuts firmly behind us, he turns to face me. I'm waiting for him to say the first word, testing him, eyeing him down. He has to be the one to break down the wall.
"I'm sorry," he says finally, all the playfulness gone from his voice. "It's complicated...I can't explain to you right now what happened. But just know that I'm sorry."
I say nothing. What is there to say? Oh, that's all right, Brock, while you're at it, give some more of my Pokemon to Ash so he can kill the rest of them. I don't mind.
"I don't blame you for being pissed," he is saying, "I would be more than that. But.." he runs out of words and stares at me helplessly, and my anger disappears. His pained expression is enough for my rage to melt.
Suddenly, my eyes are flooding over. "I can't belive..my Togepi...how could this have happened?" The pain is nearly too much for me to bear, and as the sobs wrench out of my body, I am aware of feeling weak. This is the second time since I've been back that I've cried in my despair and anger.
Suddenly, I feel his arms going around me, and I'm rocking back and forth, sobbing into his chest and nothing else matters anymore.
"I was going to Ash's," he is saying, "And when I looked out his back window, I saw you there, lying motionless. At first I thought he'd done something to you, but when I came out I saw what had happened when I put two and two together."
I thought he'd done something to you. These casual words send chills down my spine. What terrible thing would Ash Ketchum do to me?
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They aren't telling me anything. Any time I try to insinuate that I'd like to know more information, they always laugh. Or change the subject. Or act bewildered.
My chest feels tight with fury every time they try to avoid my eyes and my questions. The mystery still lingers in front of me, taunting me like a mouse and a cat. Every time the answer seems to be closer, I end up more confused then I already am.
Finally, the answer of where to start comes to me. I am lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Every day, Brock goes to Ash's house at a certain time. He just left a few minutes ago.
I leapt out of bed and began to dash down the street until his strong, tall figure comes into shape.
Then I follow it to the place where I was sure all the answers would lie.
I promise it will get better in the next chapter when she gets to Ash's! Please review if you want more! I won't write more unless I get like, um, ten more. Yeah, ten is a nice number. *I love reviews, la la la la la, I've had too much sugar, la la la la la*
x~Aurora chan
"Brock?!" Then my eyes are open totally wide, and I am staring at a tall, muscular, tan human.
I leap up to hug him, but the minute my head straightens, stars dance in front of my eyes and I am collapsing back onto the blankets, exhausted.
"Don't, like, try to get up!" Shrieks Daisy, "You'll, like, die!"
"You have a nasty bump on your head," translates Brock. "You got it on a stone when you passed out. If you get up, you'll faint again."
I don't respond, silently taking in my surroundings. The breeze faintly ruffles the white curtains in my room. Nothing has changed in my room since I left. I see the childish things I had saved all propped up on my dresser, the things I left as a message to myself when I returned. This girl seemed totally foreign to me. The faintest trace of uneasiness springs up. I feel like I've been severed from my old self, yet the only person the people here know is her. And now, they expect me to return to her.
"My Togepi.." I whisper.
"Like, Brockie!" chirps my oldest sister, Daisy. "Maybe we should give our little baby sister some peace and go have some fun!" She winks at him and begins to drag him out of the room, and I see him get that perverted expression on his face. Maybe not everything has changed, after all.
"I want to talk to Misty," he says, and my sisters all scowl at him.
"Like, you're already replacing US with HER!" They whine as they slink out of the room.
As the door shuts firmly behind us, he turns to face me. I'm waiting for him to say the first word, testing him, eyeing him down. He has to be the one to break down the wall.
"I'm sorry," he says finally, all the playfulness gone from his voice. "It's complicated...I can't explain to you right now what happened. But just know that I'm sorry."
I say nothing. What is there to say? Oh, that's all right, Brock, while you're at it, give some more of my Pokemon to Ash so he can kill the rest of them. I don't mind.
"I don't blame you for being pissed," he is saying, "I would be more than that. But.." he runs out of words and stares at me helplessly, and my anger disappears. His pained expression is enough for my rage to melt.
Suddenly, my eyes are flooding over. "I can't belive..my Togepi...how could this have happened?" The pain is nearly too much for me to bear, and as the sobs wrench out of my body, I am aware of feeling weak. This is the second time since I've been back that I've cried in my despair and anger.
Suddenly, I feel his arms going around me, and I'm rocking back and forth, sobbing into his chest and nothing else matters anymore.
"I was going to Ash's," he is saying, "And when I looked out his back window, I saw you there, lying motionless. At first I thought he'd done something to you, but when I came out I saw what had happened when I put two and two together."
I thought he'd done something to you. These casual words send chills down my spine. What terrible thing would Ash Ketchum do to me?
==================================*============================
They aren't telling me anything. Any time I try to insinuate that I'd like to know more information, they always laugh. Or change the subject. Or act bewildered.
My chest feels tight with fury every time they try to avoid my eyes and my questions. The mystery still lingers in front of me, taunting me like a mouse and a cat. Every time the answer seems to be closer, I end up more confused then I already am.
Finally, the answer of where to start comes to me. I am lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Every day, Brock goes to Ash's house at a certain time. He just left a few minutes ago.
I leapt out of bed and began to dash down the street until his strong, tall figure comes into shape.
Then I follow it to the place where I was sure all the answers would lie.
I promise it will get better in the next chapter when she gets to Ash's! Please review if you want more! I won't write more unless I get like, um, ten more. Yeah, ten is a nice number. *I love reviews, la la la la la, I've had too much sugar, la la la la la*
x~Aurora chan