Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon. I do, however, own the characters in this story.
The Sacrifice of Freedom
I ran. As fast as I could, dashing through the brambles and dodging past trees. I ran from him. The only thing I could ever think about since that fateful day was running away.
I was a normal pokemon, in summer I left my mother to find my place in the world. But fate found a different place for me than I had imagined. He caught me.
Ever since that day, I was abused. Mistreated. Controlled. If I did one thing wrong, he would hurt me. At first, it was only insults. I was never any good. I could never amount to be anything. I should be glad he took me from the wilds, I would have died from other pokemon if he didn't. A weak pokemon.
He said a Spearow could beat me. He said a Magikarp with no fins could beat me. I was useless, brash, stupid, ugly. I took it all to heart. He was my trainer, he wouldn't lie. But a constant beat at the back of my mind questioned that. Would he?
Then it became physical. Whoever knew a boy like that could be so strong. His slaps felt like concrete driving at my head. Punches were bricks thrown by heavy hands. Scratches were deep and stinging.
I couldn't get away from it. I accepted it. I was controlled. He hap me wrapped around his finger. I flinched and huddled down every time he raised his hand, even if it was to push back his bangs.
His other pokemon and I were never allowed to talk. Silence was the only thing around us whenever he wasn't talking. When he talked, it was only insults. The others and I all sported new tokens of his "love" everyday. Bruises, sprains, scratches, sometimes even broken bones.
A year went by. We were all miserable. He fed us only twice a week. He said that food wouldn't do us good. Water was always guzzled down by him first, before he let us have a drink. By then, it was almost all gone. If it wasn't, he would make us move on.
Then it happened. A battle against a wild Graveler. I was weak to ground, he knew that. But he sent me out, even though he had a water type. I lost. He insulted me the whole night and gave me no food or water even though it was our time to eat. He gave the others my fill. He told them that if they tried to share with me, he would kill them.
None of us doubted that. We were controlled. What he said was law. He controlled us with fear, with shame, and with pain. He was cruel, but I was never angry with him. I couldn't be, I don't know why. Was I actually believing the things he told me?
I died that night. While my heart still beats and my body has breath, I was dead. He took away my self-confidence, stole my dignity, and killed my soul. I was no more. I thought about suicide many times. But I knew it was the coward's way out. I would live through this and get away, I knew it.
I could never forget this. My emotional pain forbid me to. Soon I got to the point that every night I cried myself to sleep. I went through my memories every day. The pain got from it gave me strength, in a way.
It was that day. I was let out of the pokeball to eat. The blasted contraption kept me trapped. I hated it. But I didn't hate him. I couldn't. I could never.
He dozed off. I ate the rest of my food, and then checked if he was a sleep. He was. I got ready to run. I looked at him and charged up my firepower. He should die, I thought.
But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I left him there, running away from my troubles. I didn't kill him. I forgave him. I forgave him for the pain he put us through. I should have killed him, but I couldn't. I could never.
My soul had died. It has been dead for a long while. I could never bring myself to smile again. And that's what made it hurt the most.
A little one-shot I wrote. I'll accept constructive criticism on this. By the way, it's my first fanfiction.