Trapped

Trapped

(Authors Note: So Lucky I did this in a short period of time between chaoter three and chapter four! Now you notice it was in Mistys' POV and now it is in Ashs' I may do that a few times in the story, on any character as the whole chapter is based of them so it is just necessary for me to do that, well it is a smart idea! Now let's make this more confusing for all of us in this AAML, Trapped! This chapter is very important, as it explains the past a little bit, so it is not as vague as it is currently now!)

Chapter Four – The Restless Night –

**Ash POV**

The covers on my bed that gave me warmth was just annoying the heck out of me, I could not fall asleep since in two days was the big day, when I will see Misty… I just could not sleep thinking about all the memories I had about her in the course of three years, then she was a immature pre-teen and now she is a woman, "Damn covers!" I mumbled to myself as I just kicked frantically a few times, the covers going onto the dark blue carpet that covered the floor in my box shaped room.

"Misty, I cannot wait to see you…" I told myself as I stood up from my bed, being in my black pajamas looking out of my window at the midnight black sky the moon that stood up high in the sky shining a bright white down upon the little town of Pallet. The little lamp-post on the little sidewalks of Pallet being lit up a faint yellow, which was not that bright, but gave enough light to guide you home.

An idea popped in my head of how to do to make the environment more comfortable, so I will be rested when I boarded the plane tomorrow that brought me to the place where Misty and I would meet, Mt.Mortar, "Just opened the window, some fresh air would do some good." I wrapped my hands around the window still as I pulled it up, the window opening. Fresh air entered the room in a silent slight breeze, cooling my room up.

"3:45…" I looked at the clock, which read that time, "Why go back to sleep, I can go to bed on the plane." Of course I can just go to bed on the plane, the ride was for like ten hours or something, it was a huge plane ride that was over ten thousand miles. This whole situation with Misty was just making me feel all tensed up, as I did not know what to say when she asked me a certain question, I know she is going to ask me about my whole time of depression when I got the title for being the best Trainer out there…

What makes me feel less tensed up and more relaxed? I asked myself in the back of my head, as I moved my head back and forth looking for something that I can do that can make the time fly by.

Aha! Now I know what I can do, which can make me feel more comfortable, I always found it a hobby and I enjoyed doing it, duh that is why it is a hobby. This is just making me repeat myself this situation is just so weird that I don't really even know how to handle it. Just suddenly I get a letter from Misty, the one whom I felt feeling towards her in attraction at once in my time, suddenly five years later wanting to see me, it was very weird, but this is Misty here, she is not just some ordinary girl who does everything so plainly, maybe she was depressed or maybe just on purpose. I do not really care since I get to see her!

I bent down a little bit being able to hold the switch of my lamp in my fingertips, I flipped it, and now suddenly the room, in which I have been in for hours sleeping, dreaming about that day with Misty was lit up. My eyes winced in an immediate action, as they were adjusted to the darkness and suddenly with the light coming into your eyes it makes them hurt from the sudden adjustment, which makes your eyelids trap your pupils from staring into the light. (Authors Note: Something like that, my science teacher told me once, but he is a big goof. I am no scientist, so if I am wrong then just tell me. o.o; I am only 13 years old! I am not smart in all the complicated ways of science! )

My eyes were finally adjusted to the light after a few seconds, as it does not take a long time for them to be adjusted. The book laid on the counter top of my desk was just there, I always wrote in there about my past, and how I feel. It was a very personal book I let no one else read it, even if I had to risk my life fighting for it. Dozens and dozens of pages in the book were about Misty and how I felt towards her at the time, it saying what I would want to say and do to her at the moment, but of course I never did it as I never had the courage.

The book was not some fancy thing, on the front of it was a picture of myself imprinted into the front of the journal, and okay so it is a little bit fancy. It had some fancy ring designs around the main attraction of the front, which is the picture of course. It was a dark blue color, except for the designs and pictures, which were a gold. On the top of it in some fancy cursive writing saying, 'Ash Ketchum' there was a golden strap in the book, this being used for a bookmark of what page you are currently writing on.

"This will make me feel better." I told myself as I sat in the brown leather chair, looking forwards towards the mahogany brown desk. I had this for five years, and been using it for that long as I got this a few days after I won the title of being a Pokemon Master, the book was actually huge like a dictionary, I have no idea why, it was just that way. Well, at first I barely wrote it in it, but now I write in it like everyday, sometimes more than once.

I opened the book, forgetting to book mark that page which I was currently on, making me flip through all the pages. The pages of the book stopped turning as I stopped looking at a picture I glued into one of the pages, it being a picture of the three of us, well it use to be, Misty, Brock, and myself.

**Flash Back**

Voices of questions were heard from the door, as I was inside the living room of the little house we rented actually got to live in provided by the Pokemon League while I participated trying to win the title of Pokemon Master, it was over of course and I won.

"When will they stop and just shut up!" I pleaded out loud to Brock whom was also in the room, while Misty was just browsing somewhere, like I care…? Voices of questions were coming through the door as reporters were shouting them at the top of their longs, the blinds were closed, but still flashes were seen through them as the photographers of the tabloids was trying to get a picture of myself.

Sure, fame was good for a little while, like the first week or so when you want to make everyone jealous aned you just enjoyed to get the attention, but now it was just so annoying that I could not handle it anymore! I was only thirteen and I got way to much, I am just suppose to hold my title while training and being in school, like a normal kid, not being surrounded by all these people and always being followed.

"Ash, relax, you've been tense for the last week or so, it is not good to be so tense. Just relax and be happy that you accomplished your dream, just get the idea of the paparazzi always following you out of your head just ignore them and live a normal life, take it how a actor usually does." Brock suggested to me, like he knew how to handle fame he was just stupid unknown breeder, who I always complimented because I did not want to hurt his feelings, not like he is ever going to get famous, oh please.

The emotions running through my brain could not just let me forget that I was a famous person now who accomplished something way before anyone else has done something like this, I am not normal anymore and I won't ever be normal again! How could I not be tense, I cannot just be myself anymore, this is just like my life was ruined! My friends are always going to get annoyed too like I was dragged THEM into the mud, when it is I who has to go through all of this annoyance, all the time!

"Brock, you just try to live a normal life when you become something famous, like you ever will! I don't need your help, as you were never useful to me! You did nothing towards me except try to make it easier to me, which I consider cheating! I don't need your help to get anywhere in my life Brock! So go out and be pathetic trying to look for girls!" I shouted at him, I just could not hold in what I was thinking anymore I had to spit it out. He was just being so annoying I don't care how he thinks of me now! I need to be alone!  

"Ash calm down…"

"Don't tell me what to do! I will do whatever I want to do and whatever you say won't make me do anything threaten me I don't care! Just leave me alone and don't try to argue back with me, as you are just to make of a wimp to have some courage and be alone to follow your own dream! There is no reason why you should be with me, as I did not want you with me ever since I learned your pathetic obsession with woman! You are only a distraction! Leave me alone!" I don't' care what he does in his life, I just cannot handle having people around me all the time! I need some damn privacy so I can think, but with this moron always around me I cannot think about anything or have some privacy as he just acts like my shadow and follows me around everywhere!

"If you think of me that badly then I should leave. I should of left a long time ago, never get involved with you." Okay, okay like I care?

"I don't care just get out!" He began to walk as I walked to him and pushed him out of the door, shutting it closed as he left out, to express my anger, "Just shut up!" The paparazzi immediately started to spill questions out towards me and taking pictures like mad, I held the sides of my head with my hands and just sat on the couch.

I put my elbows up against my knees, as I tilted my head down, being through such annoyance by this whole thing of fame, I am just thinking that it is not even worth it anymore.

**End Of Flash Back**

Tears began to form in my eyes, as I just stared at the picture, the instant memory of how I lost my best male friend, Brock just in the first week out of my fame. I put my fingertips on the picture as I ran it down it, all of the memories of the good times I was with them, which was basically every day, or every time that we beat Team Rocket.

My eyes concentrated on the thirteen-year-old female on the right of myself, whom was of course in the middle as it was basically a picture of myself with my friends, "What I did to you Misty, I don't think I will ever forgive myself for, as it is far worse than I did than anything else in my life, including now…"

A tear rolled down my cheek and fell onto the picture, it landing right between Misty and I. I just looked at the picture as the whole memory of how I discontinued our friendship towards each other, the possibility that we could have been together, far more than just best friends, more than just arguing people that she just followed me for her 'bike' that I broke, but it is obvious as I think about it now that it was not about that.

The memory of how the whole controversy of how I got rid of Misty immediately rushed into my head right after I thought about how I got rid of Brock…

[Authors Note: I left a little bit of a cliffhanger, not a huge one, unless you are a complete addict towards this story and you just want to strangle me right now for not posting up the flash back of Misty, but I promise I will something in this story, but when… I wrote this on the day of the terrorist attacked the WTC and Pentagon, I will like you to just take a second of your time and just think how much of a tragedy this is to all the people related to the victims of this.

I live in Manhattan actually and I had to leave school around 11:00 or so and I have none tomorrow, which mean I can put up chapter 5 up sometime this week! That is not the point I see a cloud of smoke out of my window still, as my friends' dad may be dead, as there was no word from him as he was at the Pentagon, well going there. He was taking a plane there to DC at the exact time the airline was hijacked, it may have been his flight, but we are unsure if it is yet. So…just take a second out of your time and just think about how much people have to go through just because of four hijacked planes…[b] I am dedicating this chapter to my friend Justin, whose dad is probably dead or very wounded right now, as I hope that you hear from him soon.]