Here something… well, pretty sad. Approach with caution.

Hobby ho,

Her heart beat in unison with the pounding rain droplets on the roof, faster than she wanted. The knife she held in her hand stung as if she were gripping the blade of it. Tears and blood formed steady streams down her dress and legs, as they dropped from her eyes and wrist. A lucid red pool of the two had already begun to fill, flowing through the space in between the tiles of the bathroom floor like aqua ducts.

"Aqua ducts", she said to herself, leaning on a wall for support, "Why the hell am I thinking of aqua ducts?" She began to giggle at the stupid idea. "Why? What the hell does it have to do with anything!" slowly her giggles grew to laughter. "It's so pointless! It means nothing! None of this does!" She threw the knife she was holding to the mirror, shattering it, and let the glass fly, some hitting her and leaving small cuts when it did. And she went silent again. 'What's going on?' she asked herself, with no one around to answer.

She slowly slumped to the ground, placing her left hand over her right wrist in an attempt to stop the blood. It didn't help. She reached out and grabbed some toilet paper, and wrapped it around her wristed over and over until the red stopped showing.

'Why do I have to feel this way? Why do I have to-' She caught herself off thinking it, 'No! no, that's not it! I don't feel like this!' she prayed, 'I don't need this. I get by fine, and there's nothing to make me want to be with-', she stopped herself again. "I don't need love".

But each word was like a rusted nail to her heart. And she felt the pain. She welcomed it. To feel anything but her emotions.

'You love him though', a voice in her head was persistent, 'you love him. You love how you feel when he holds you. You love when he looks at you. You love anything he does, as long as he recognizes you'. The voice echoed over and over, the same words every time.

"Shut up!" Blue shouted to the world, to the voice, "You're wrong! I don't lo"- She couldn't say it. "I don't…" she struggled. "I don't love…" her voice was weaker than it had ever been. "I don't love him, and I don't want to!" she forced out every last word, spitting up blood and hatred.

'You lie', voice echoed again. Blue clasped her hands over her ears to block it out, but the words continued to echo, 'You lie. You lie. You lie'. She grabbed headphones that lay on the floor next to her, and turned the volume to full. But the voice was still louder and clearer than anything, 'You lie. You lie. You lie!'

She threw away the head phones and reached for her last option, the knife. It still sparkled, with blood, like a sword with power to banish evil. She gripped it in her right hand, and placed it to her left wrist. Holding it as steady as she could manage.

The voice continued, 'You lie, You lie, You lie'. She pressed the knife down gently. 'You lie and you love him'. "So fucking what if I love him!" she pulled the knife across her vein, cutting it open and releasing the blood. Silencing the voice. For now.

"I love him…" she said, "but why do I have to? Why can't I choose to not love him?" Her tears began to drop, stinging, as they mixed with the fresh blood. "Why him? Why at all? Why?" her questions weren't to be answered, if only in life they were heard.

"I don't want to love", she told herself. "I don't want to be hurt. I don't want to lose. I don't want to regret, or remember. I don't want to care, or to miss. I don't want to hope for anything different. And I hardly want to live". She promised herself all these things. "But my heart ignores orders. I love without my own consent. I want to stop it".

She reached out to grab more toilet paper, and wrapped around her left wrist. "He hates me" she convinced herself. "Everyone else, he's at least is friends with, but me. I'm just that 'pesky girl', that 'annoying woman'. He won't even refer to me by my name!" she let her face drop in her arms; tears flowing like waterfalls, waterfalls that flow into a river. A river whose rapids would throw her to the rocks without question.

"Why do I have to love him?" she focused to find an answer "Why do I have to love him", she repeated the question again, then again, and then again. "Shut up!" she told herself. 'Why can't I think? My mind's just looping around. Why can I find an answer?' she got enraged as she tried and failed to simply think.

'He ignores me, doesn't care about me". Her tears slowed. "And maybe I could not love him". But the pain returned. 'How can I not love him?' she asked herself, only to find the same problem, stuck in a looping thought. "Damn it, why!" she shouted to herself.

Her phone rang, and she tenderly grabbed it from the floor, careful not to stress her cuts. "Hey", she was back to her usual composure, at least her voice. "Hey Blue", it was Crystal on the other end, "Red and Gold are about to battle here in Cerulean, so I thought you'd want to watch". "Sure", Blue said, cheery as ever. "Oh, also, Green's not answering his phone from some reason. Red said he was going off to Mount Moon, so could you tell him on your way?" Blue hesitated for a second, but answered again, "Yeah, no problem".

She pulled off the toilet paper from her wrists and threw on a long sleeve jacket to cover the cuts.

She flew over to munt moon with her jigglypuff, noticing the morning sun rising. It didn't take long to reach the mountain, and once she did it was easy to spot Green. He was asleep, just waking up, on the top of it.

"Green! Hey Green", she shouted to him, "Red and Gold are about to have a battle. Gold thinks he can finally beat Red", she announced as excitedly as she could, "But I don't think he has a chance. So come on".

She watched Green shrug, "Red will win. Gold is going to rush his offence and not think things through". He pulled a pokeball off his belt, "Don't bother me with pointless information again". She held back the urge to yell, and the urge to cry.

Green released his Charizard from its pokeball. "Aww, don't be such a spoil sport Green. Are you upset or something? Will a kiss cheer you up?" it was the voice speaking now, not her. She jumped on the fire pokémon's back leaned toward Green, lips pursed teasingly. 'If he kisses me, I run and cry far away. If he doesn't I cry as soon as he leaves', she thought.

Green blocked her with his hand and grabbed her arm, gently tugging her off his pokémon. "Annoying woman", he muttered, and flew off.

She watched him go, and once he was gone she fell to the rough stone ground, and let her tears flow. 'Why do I have to love him?' she thought.

'Because you don't want to', the voice returned.

This was originally going to be two separate one shots, not even the same universe, but I got the idea of this final scene, and decided to go through with it.

I'm not sure how this went. I liked writing it, but as a whole, it's hard for me to judge. It's a little sadder then what I was going for, but I'm not sure if that's good or bad. Please, leave a review.

And so we go…