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.]