Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon. However, the characters in this story are owned by me.
Friday the 13th
They cringe at the sight of me when I walk by. They don't even chance a battle with me as they usually do. Everyone avoids me today.
As much as my dignity goes against it, I truly am lonely. When everyone thinks you are bad luck, people, pokemon, and friends, you would see why. I am known as the disaster pokemon, and I hate it.
It's bad enough when most avoid me on any other day. I am a predator for one, and superstition is enough to double the fear even on good days. I have no friends other than that of my kind.
Some of my kind are superstitious also. They hide themselves away like hermits and never show their face. They are scared of themselves.
I pity those, and I know what drove them to it. My few friends among my kind hide away on this day, loathing the smell of fear everywhere.
My fate of being an Absol makes me suffer. Could I not have been born a Zigzagoon, to be curious and happy everyday, with so many friends? What if I had been born a Wingull, living life on water and in the air, being free.
But if I had, I would not be of so much use. Today makes me depressed, yet happy. I have saved many people on this day, using their fear to make them run away from the disasters that could have occurred to them.
I am content, yet unhappy. This day leaves me in exile, yet I run free. No one could understand but an Absol, for the true feelings we have at heart were a gift from Mew for us and us only to cherish.
We are not truly the mean and demonic pokemon you choose to see us as. We do what we do because it is just, and even the way we are treated mean nothing to us as long as we have our gifts.
Our gift is a curse, our curse is our life, our life is a disaster. Today is the day I cherish most, the day that I am hated and I hate it, yet I love it. If only these people could ever realize that we save lives almost every day.
But maybe not realizing is what makes our job as easy as it is. They think we create the disasters because we are the servants of the devil, yet we do and are not. We are Mew's servants, Celebi's assistants, and the humans' saviors.
I am avoided and alone on this day. I am depressed yet joyful. I do my duty as I was made to, and that makes me happy. If only they ever realized the pain and joy we go through every day. If only…
A little late, I realize. Constructive criticism, please.