Misty's eyes opened. She was on a beach. How did she get here? She looked around, and suddenly it all came back to her. Misty looked around for mewtwo.
"Hi," came a small voice. Misty looked down, and saw... A younger version of herself? How was this possible?
The girl had curly brown hair, which was pulled into a ponytail. her face was grimy, and there was dirt under her nails. The girl hadn't brushed her hair, and her shorts were torn and her shirt had a ketchup stain on it. "Do you know where I can buy cigarettes for Daddy?" asked the small child. Misty just stared. "N-no," said Misty. then she noticed something. On her younger self's arm was a medium, ugly bruise. "Are you okay?" asked older Misty. The small girl only shrugged. "I have to buy cigarette's for Daddy," she said. "Or else I won't get any dinner."
Misty felt sick, as she remembered this actually happening to her. She hadn't been able to get cigarette's, and her father had made her sleep in the backyard. "It's okay," said Misty. "Don't worry." The small girl just looked sad. slowly, she began to fade away.
Misty stared at the spot where the girl had stood. There wasn't anything there now. "Are you alright?" asked mewtwo, entering the scene. "Yeah," said Misty, a bit too quickly. "I'm fine." In reality, she was disturbed and sad.
Mewtwo picked up on this. he had only left to get some food, since the clone pokemon couldn't fetch any. Since they didn't eat, they wouldn't recognize food. what had happened while he was gone? "Are you sure?" asked mewtwo. Misty nodded and forced a smile. "I'm fine." Mewtwo knew she was lying. suddenly, something strange occurred.
the scenery began to fade away, as did Misty. suddenly, Mewtwo was alone, in what appeared to be someones backyard. "hello," came a melancholy voice. Mewtwo turned, and saw... a small, raggedy clone of Misty? "Mr.?" asked the girl. "are you locked out too?" Mewtwo stared at the girl. She looked like a five-year-old version of Misty. Her dress was torn and dirty, and her hair was messy and uncombed. She wasn't wearing any shoes, and she had a cut on her toe. There was a bruise on the girl's jaw, and her eyes looked red from crying. Mewtwo didn't understand. What was going on?
"No,"he said. "I'm not 'locked out'." The girl looked up at him, and nodded. "Okay then. Mr.?" she asked, seeming to not notice that Mewtwo was a pokemon. "Can you spare a dollar so I can buy dinner?" then, the scenery faded. The last thing Mewtwo saw was the young girl, holding out a dirty palm.
And suddenly everything was back. Misty lay in front of him, and her eyes fluttered open. "Hello, Mewtwo," she said. Mewtwo nodded, but didn't speak. He didn't understand what was going on. So, as a momentary distraction, he took out a loaf of cinnamon bread, and handed it to Misty. "Thank you!" she said happily. She looked nothing like the girl, and yet... everything like her. That expression on the girl's face was the same as the one Misty had when she was falling down the cliff. And her hair was the same. But she was smaller, and she looked more forlorn. Mewtwo felt a brief flash of anger at whoever hurt the girl. She was obviously being mistreated. "Misty," said Mewtwo. "Who was the girl."
Misty flinched, but only briefly. "what girl?" asked Misty with a false smile. Mewtwo knew she was avoiding something. "Misty," said Mewtwo, letting slight concern show through. "What's going on?" Misty realized he was concerned. For her? "I don't know. I just woke up, and she was standing there," said Misty in a small voice.
"That's odd," mused Mewtwo. "That shouldn't have happened."
But why did it?
