Depression

By Yrane

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokémon. If I did then I'd probably be writing in Japanese, come on why do I need to write this? Can't you just think a second if you care about disclaimers?

NOTE: In this one the 'I' is a Scyther, the 'you' is its trainer and he 'orange Pokemon is a Scizor.

I was not caged or chained to begin with.

I once lived with freedom. I could do what I pleased. I was a slave to hunger but all wild Pokémon are. Hunger forces us to survive. It was only from hunger that I hunted and killed, hunger drove me. Through hunger I lived my life, there was not only one other thing that helped me survive, fear. But then again fear was nothing but hunger to survive. But in all my fear and hunger I was never taught to be wary of a small ball. A ball that contained a cage.

When you caught me I tried to please you.

I was in my nature.

But as you abused me more and more I began thinking if I was wrong. If I could do something other than please you. As you used me I became more and more prejudiced against your kind. I wondered why I never received a single complement.

I began hating you.

It was the hate that started altering my mind.

Yet I endured it. My kind weren't meant to change so we were born with full intelligence. But as I tried to hide my loathing you began to start visiting laboratories in one I looked up into a cage, not like mine but an actual cage with bars and I saw something orange. You started taking to the scientist as I gazed into the eyes of the orange Pokémon which reminds me of myself. But instead of leaving you called me over and offered me some objects. I raised my blade arm and knocked them away since they seemed to have a forbidding aura emanating off them.

You came outside before beginning.

It was a relentless punishment. You constantly attacked me until my will was broken and I gave in.

I accepted the objects.

A metal coat and a link cable as I learned later.

I felt something in me change. My body was twisted, I turned into something unnatural. Something made in a laboratory. My blades were replaced with pincers and my body covered in heavy armour preventing flight.

They weren't a cage.

They were chains.

Which was why in my shackles I killed you in a hope for freedom.

I slit your throat.

Which is why I stand in the soft moonlight broken by tree's bare branches. I stand alone covered by my chains.

I can remember once trying to escape my chains by death. I jumped off a cliff. But my armour forced me to survive.

They bind me to life even against my will.

I cannot escape. However hard I try.

In my depression I have stopped eating. Soon my body will rot away but my armour will remain, my chains will cling to my body.

I can never escape. But in my sorrow I can suffer and eventually die.

Thus is the curse of the Scyther who submitted to the human wish to change into a Scizor.

So in my loneliness I can wish for my body to rot away beneath the chains, if my body rots then my spirit will run free. I'm not sure that's what I want now, I just want to die. If death is nothing but the beginning then I am doomed.

I just want everything to end.