Remember me?

Haha it's been a while.

To those of you who are still interested in reading this story, I'm sorry and I love you.

To those of you who don't remember this story, so you went back to re-read it, you're amazing and I love you.

To those of you who remember this story but went back to re-read it anyways, you're incredibly amazing and I love you.

To all of you, there is MORE TO COME.

Enjoy.

P.S. Watch this. It's me playing pokemon piano. I know it's pretty bad, I'm not that bad at piano. I was in a rush so I only had 1 try to get it. :(

www. youtube . com /watch?v=E6Ivj0x59Qk&list=LLCejLjDqEJ1PsrP9ZOe9ejQ&index=5&feature=plpp_video

Chapter 15

"…Plenty of rest, and make sure he moves that arm as little as possible."

I saw a man in a white coat, presumably the doctor as I realized I was in a hospital bed, talking to my angry-looking mother.

"Mom?" I called. My voice was deep and weak, as I had just woken up.

"Ash! You're awake. How's your arm feeling?"

I looked down at my arm, which was in a cast.

"Actually fine, I don't feel any pain at all! Look, I can even move it and wiggle my fingers without it hurting!"

"Now Ash let's be reasonable here." The doctor interrupted. "Doing such things will hurt your arm so refrain from moving it too much."

"No, seriously, look!" I started swaying my arm back and forth, and even banging it against my body to show that I was experiencing no pain.

"Stop that! Erm, it must be some strange side effect of the anaesthetics."

I frowned. "Anaesthetics don't have that kind of side effect." I mumbled to myself. Just then, I saw Brock and Dawn walk into the room

"ASH!" They both yelled in unison.

"Hey, guys."

Dawn ran up to me and gave me an awkward hug due to the fact that I was lying down. Brock "aww'ed" and jokingly joined in on the hug.

"Guys! Please don't do that! You could seriously injure his already fragile arm." The doctor butted in.

"OH MY GOD. I SWEAR MY ARM IS FINE!"

I spent another two hours at the hospital before I was finally allowed to go home. Once I got home, I immediately went to my room and sat there.

What was that dream all about? The one about me "owning" that pikachu. I'd been having strange dreams lately, but that one was the weirdest of the weird. And why is it that I felt no pain in my arm?

I decided to give it a test. I started out by slowly removing the cast. No pain. I pulled a little harder. Still nothing. I kept pulling harder and harder. Eventually, I had pulled so hard that I had eventually ripped the cast off. Shocked, I checked out my arm.

Amazingly, it was completely fine! The first thing I noticed was that there was no scar. There should have been at least a cut because my bone had cut right through my skin! Second, my arm was completely straight. It was completely crooked when I had broken it! Last, it felt completely normal. No pain at all!

It was so strange. At this point, I decided to go with it. There was no getting the cast back on, so that was out of the question.

I spent the rest of the day in my room finishing my homework with absolutely no problems writing. How was this possible?

When I heard my mom call me down for dinner, I actually went down the stairs while grabbing the railing with my "broken" hand. I didn't feel anything wrong. My mom freaked out when she saw my cast was off, but I assured her everything was fine. She, as well as I, was dumbfounded as to why this was happening.

The next day at school was very interesting. Everyone was concerned for my well-being, and they were shocked when they saw me with no cast.

"You don't understand how worried I was for you." Dawn told me in math class first period. "Uhhh, well, Brock and I, of course."

"Yeah, I guess it was pretty scary. But I'm actually fine now."

"Are you sure? How is this even possible?"

To be honest, I didn't know! How could I be without a cast after 1 day?

Jasmine and Misty were also on my case during music class.

"It's impossible. Doesn't make sense. Are you sure you're okay?" Misty asked me.

"Yes, I am!" I said, feeling rather annoyed at this point.

And it didn't stop there. Brock, Kenny, May, Gary, hell even Ursula were all on my case about not wearing a cast. I assured them I was fine. My gym coach told me to sit out, even though I begged to play, telling him I was fine.

And lastly came physics. Dawn went to go sit beside Paul, as per her usual seating plan. However, she didn't say a word to him, even when he tried to talk to her. In fact, she even took it so far as to move seats, to the only empty seat, which was next to me. You could say I was totally fine with that.

"You actually had a great tryout yesterday."

"Thanks!"

"Listen, I don't know if you know this, but I saw what I saw."

"..What?"

"Paul definitely hurt you on purpose. I mean there's no doubt in my mind…"

"Oh, THAT. Tell me something that I didn't know."

She froze, stunned and speechless.

"So, you're okay with it?"

I laughed.

"Of course not. But I've got other things on my mind right now. Revenge can be put aside for now."

She smiled. "You're incredible. Hey, you doing anything after school today?"

I felt myself blush. Goddamnit. "H-huh? Oh. Um, nothing I think."

"Kay. You're coming to my place, alright?"

Oh my god. Finally, SHE was inviting me to do something!

"Haha, alright. Why, do you need help with schoolwork or something."

I facepalmed in my head. I probably sounded like such a dork.

"Well, now that you mention it, yes, but I was thinking we could just hang out, you know? We can do both!"

"Sure, I'm down for whatever!"

The lesson started, so we both shut up, but I felt like I was glowing. I was beginning to crack the case of the mysterious girl, and getting her to like me.

When I said that I had other things on my mind, it consisted of three things. One, making the soccer team. Two, figuring out my arm. And three, probably the most important, helping Dawn and getting her out of this "marriage" situation. I was willing to do anything to help her because she was clearly suffering, but I wanted to help her mainly because she and I couldn't stand Paul for our lives.

As the teacher began explaining the lesson, I tried to listen attentively. But I kept feeling the urge to look down at my paper. I looked down, and I just saw my normal notes. I carried on listening. Again, I got a sudden urge. This time, my notes were gone! I brushed it off, and tried listening a third time. Once again, I got the urge to look down at my paper. This time, letters began randomly appearing. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. Still it was there. I began reading.

Curious about your arm?

It faded away, and the next set of letters faded in.

Tonight, it will all be explained.

Same story.

Make sure you fall asleep before midnight tonight.

In good time, you will see.

What. The. Hell?

I remembered hearing "In good time, you will see," from my dream last night. Could they be connected? Probably, they were equally as weird.

The bell rang immediately afterwards.

Didn't class just start? I thought to myself.

Apparently not, but that class felt like it was 10 minutes long. I felt someone grab my arm. It was Dawn.

"Okay, so meet me in the back of the school when you're done, okay?"

"Y-yeah. Um, sure thing."

I was so confused and dumbfounded. I literally stood there for a good minute, just staring around, trying to figure out what had just happened.

I quickly headed down to my locker, packed all my stuff, and headed to the back of the school. I waited about three minutes until Dawn finally showed up.

"Dawn, we'll miss the bus! We'd better hurry!"

"Oh, haha! Don't worry. I have my car."

Of course. Rich families, right? I should have known she had her own car.

In fact she did. A beautiful, shining, blue BMW, perfectly parked in all its glory. I couldn't believe it.

"This is YOURS?"

"Yeah, I got it for my birthday."

"I actually hate you." I teased. She giggled and we both hopped in.

I looked at the time. 3:00. I had 9 hours. I was definitely worried, but for now, I just wanted to spend some time with a special girl of mine.