Blog Nine: Ghost of my Former Self
Another long day, another painful lesson: welcome, my dear readers, to another look into my increasingly insane life
I hope you all had a nice day. Went and saw a movie, had a really nice meal, maybe got down to some kinky stuff in the bedroom: I don't care what happened, as long as someone out there had a good day. For all of those that had a bad day, feel free to throw some virtual rotten fruit at that person and mock them for such a dull, enjoyable life.
However, none of you will be able to top the horrible day I had yesterday. I can't tell you everything that happened, as I fear that black cloaked men would appear at the end of the corridor and ask to escort me into a dark alleyway where no one will hear the gunshot, but I can tell you that I am currently sitting in a hospital in Lavender Town, watching as Sandy slowly recovers from a gunshot wound to the chest, only a few hours after some random stranger shot us and a few minutes after a graveyard exploded.
I can hear your collective gasping from here! Yes, just when you thought my journey couldn't get even more screwed up; Sandy gets shot, as if we're suddenly in some bad cable cop drama trying to get ratings in its midseason finale. And before people start worrying and making god awful memorial Photoshop's, Sandy is going to live… just. If this had been any other situation, then Sandy would have died. But guess what folks: we had help from a ghost!
I can hear your collective quizzical 'huhs' and 'WTF's' from here. Yes, just when you thought my journey couldn't get even more screwed up, a bloody ghost comes into the picture. From what I can tell you about yesterday is that Sandy and I met a lovely ghost named Charlotte, who is apparently over two thousand years old (but doesn't look a day over fourteen ;)), and she convinced us to go and fight that good old d'bag Gideon. My lovely arch nemesis stole a book from this bitch, whose a tad more transparent than most, and she got Sandy and me to go and fight him for it.
Now, I can't give the psycho cow all the bad credit: I did want to fight Gideon and try and end this stupid war I seem to become embroiled in, and I did force Sandy to come with me. But the battle was bad from the moment we stepped in. Paige was instantly knocked out by an overly powerful Magnezone, and within a minute Sandy was shot. I cannot even begin to put it into words what went through my mind… all that blood, and seeing her lying on the ground, her face turning milky white and her eyes rolling into the back of her head. I thought she was dead, and my heart and mind broke in two. Sandy is the only human friend I have had in my entire life. I have never really fitted in, only ever having a few companions, but I never had the connection with them that I have with Sandy. If she had died, I don't know what I would have done…
Yesterday has made me question this journey and my life. I want to blame Charlotte the Unfriendly Ghost for Sandy nearly dying, but I know part of the blame is mine: I wanted to fight Gideon, I wanted to make him suffer for what he has done to me and my life. I am letting this war take over my journey. It seems like weeks ago that I got the Thunder Badge, and I am going to have to wait a few more before I can get my next one. That was the whole purpose for travelling, yet Gideon, the reality stars, all these mysteries and puzzles have ruined this. I don't even know who I am anymore my mind is that messed up: I could probably be a dancing Snorlax for all I know! I like I am the ghost, and I am drifting further away from the goal I set out to achieve to try and fix the problems other people have left me with.
I should have specified that Gideon got away, taking his magical book with him. I am on the right track towards working out what he is doing, but I do not have the full picture left: it is a jigsaw puzzle that is slowly coming together, but I just need a few more pieces. The big puzzle though is whether this is my war or not. I have become embroiled in all of these battles, with Gideon and the reality stars and probably some angry Japanese triad for all I know, and I just want to find a way to get out of this war or finally face them in battle so I could end it once and for all.
A fortune teller gave me so good advice yesterday (though I am wondering if it actually happened or I had some really weird, opium fuelled dream…). She told me I need to find control in my life in order to get in back on track. I will not say I am an expert at working out encrypted prophecies, but I think I need to finally start training my Pokemon properly and get them in order before I can fully defeat my foes and master this journey. Looks like I know what I'll be doing while Sandy is resting. Frances evolved into Parasect during the battle, so I believe that this is one step towards getting a proper team, though Darwin is still a question mark…
But, indeed I have two weeks off from everything while Sandy and another friend recover, and I am trying to find things to do aside from train. There are still many other questions I want answered just for me: why is Suicune following me, who is that man in the shadows, who is the voice in my head? (Though, let's be fair, these days I swear there are more voices in my head than even I know about…) And there are the people closest to me: somehow, Sandy knew that the Magnezone was a different colour than normal. She has never shown much Pokemon knowledge, so I was taken aback by this. There are still elements of her story I feel she hasn't shared, and while I respect her privacy know more than ever, I do wonder what secrets Sandy is keeping locked up from me. I want to protect her from danger that I fear I am putting her in, yet I can only do so much if there are things she is hiding.
I will post again once I have made my way to my next stop! As always, please share your theories with me about all these different questions and let me know if you have answers! Sandy is doing well and is currently asking me to make sure all my readers know she is alright (attention seeker much! You think she'd just had a life threatening moment or something…), and she is eager to solve these mysteries with me and get back on her feet. That I am not too sure about… but we will wait and see, won't we?
Keep safe all of you, and whatever you do, don't trust ghosts. The dead don't have to worry about losing sleep over their lies…
Alaska
