Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, Nintendo does.
When you think of Pokémon, what's the first thing that comes to mind?
Adventures? Battles?
The different types of Pokémon?
The triumph and defeat you feel?
The trial and error you go through?
The pride and courage when you feel like you're on top of the world, as if nobody can stop you?
I'll tell you what I feel.
Pain; Lots of it.
My life isn't exactly..."perfect", for a lack of better term.
I'm abused on the regularly, neglected, cursed out, raped, even.
To put it simply: It's terrible, and anybody can realize that.
"The hell's the matter with you, you little shit?!"A deep, masculine voice yelled out loudly, his voice echoing throughout the house.
A boy, looking to be in his late teens, is being harassed by his middle-aged father.
"Do you want to sleep outside again, you lousy excuse for a son?!" The boy's father yelled.
The boy shook his head, fearful but resentful towards his father.
"N-No, father..." He said.
The father sighed deeply, loosening his grip onto the boy, before finally letting go entirely.
"Clean this mess up, and go to the basement." The father ordered, as the boy nodded his head quickly.
"Y-Yes, father..." The boy said, as the father walked away.
Of course his family wasn't any better; They were laughing at him and even throwing insults at his expense.
"Looks like the weakling here fucked up again..." The boy's older brother said from afar, as his other two siblings continued to laugh.
Once his father was out of sight, the hurried to clean the mess he made on the floor and went to the basement, where he slept.
He laid on the cold, hard floor, as he stared at the blank wall next to him.
Why am I treated like this...?
I just want to be loved...
I hate my life...
Those thoughts continuously swarmed in his head, as he hugged himself, burying himself into his arms and legs, crying himself to sleep.