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Misty had one place to get away from all the disruptions haunting
her head. In the city, she would witness people happily with their family
or sweethearts. In the forest, she was open to thought, thinking about
how much she missed her parents, knowing she couldn’t go back home. She
wanted to show her parents that their was much more to her sudden pardon
than just anger from the argument, though she knew that was the main reason.
She was 18 now, and wanted to prove that she could become a very good pokémon
trainer, and that she was not wasting her time wondering around the forest.
But, while all the places she went to had the specter of thought
looming over her, she escaped the world as she knew to run off to one place,
to a place where she would leave the world of hatred and self criticism
behind, and finally feel good about herself.
She found that place in her dreams.
Misty set up camp. The small glow from the dying fire cast faint
shadows against the swaying branches, causing an animation to run along
the background of the dark forest. Faint whispers of the wind sang her
midnight songs, as she slowly made her way to sleep. All she could hear
was the forest making its’ natural masterpiece. The slow tempo slowed her
thoughts, allowing the magic of dreams to take over.
Misty dreamt her normal dream. She wore a long white silk dress.
She walked down the carpet, arm in arm with her recently married husband.
The dream would flash a different scene very quickly. Once she steps into
the limousine, she dances with her partner in a room all their own. It
never does show his face, only his back, but Misty’s face was hard to miss.
It was bright and happy. She must have picked the right man. Her arms were
around the partners back, holding tightly, never wanting to let go.
Then she was overlooking the majestic waters, letting the wind
blow through her hair as the SS Anne cut through the ocean breezes. She
had a pair of arms wrapped around her, holding her with the love only the
chosen one could give. Her smile was brighter than the sun, and still shining
when the sun was lost from view below the oceans ridge. The darkness set
the mood for the long passionate kiss to follow…
Misty awoke, once again disappointed that she would have to wait
till the next night before she could come seconds away from that kiss she’d
been waiting for years to come. She got up, squinting her eyes from the
sun, burning bright, almost scorning her, showing her that the real world
was back, and that this was no world where dreams come true. She never
believed it impossible. She heard repeating dreams told the future, and
she’d been having the dream for years.
After fixing her hair, a troublesome task with but a few cheap combs
and a mirror, she packed her stuff, and once again walked towards the town.
It was morning time. The sun had just rose over the mountain, and Misty
once again had to squint to see her watch. It was later than she thought.
Almost ten, she headed into town to a coffee shop, one where she
had been visiting the past few days. The coffee seemed to wake her up very
nicely there.
Once again, she was surrounded by the murmuring of happy voices,
the few couples that were holding hands, and the family which, in her own
opinion, was so happy it was almost sickening. She just drank her coffee,
because mainly their was nothing else to do. She couldn’t take inside the
coffee shop any more. She paid for her coffee, and left.
Outside, she still didn’t feel awake. She saw the other kids
running down the street, hearing their mothers calling for them while they
talked to their friends they hadn’t seen in ages. The kids would walk over
politely and stand next to their mothers. But, something seamed out of
place, though. There were almost too many people. Too many people who didn’t
have a care in the world.
Shaking the feeling off, she decided she probably needed more coffee.
She didn’t want to go back into the store just to gripe to herself about
everyone else that was there. Spying a newspaper salesman on the side of
the street, she casually walked over to him.
"Hi." She pronounced, giving the most convincing smile her tired
face could let her. She took one of the newspapers off the rack, and skimmed
it, as if trying to show that she knew what she was doing. Really, she
only looked at the price. Putting it back, she pulled out a different paper.
This one must be more local. She thought to herself. She paid the
man with the change she got at the coffee shop, and folded the paper under
her arm.
"You have a good day." The man hypnotically replied.
"You too." Misty replied.
In the Coffee shop, Misty opened the paper. Nothing really interesting
to her. She tried to pretend she was reading an article. Stealing a glance
at two who just met flirting away, she turned the page, seeing a familiar
picture. It was her mother. Looking at the top of the article, nearly dropped
her coffee from her mouth.
Obituary.
Misty read the caption under her.
Mother of the Cerulean City Gym leaders. Death is from unknown
causes. Some said it was from heartbreak, for ever since her youngest daughter
left, she had been sad realizing that she made a mistake on one night.
Before her death, she complained about how her youngest daughter was only
lonely, and thought most of it was her own fault, when an argument led
her to telling her daughter blindly that her boyfriend who left didn’t
love her anymore. When she stopped hearing from her daughter, she was heartbroken.
She died in her sleep.
Misty didn’t know what happened. She suddenly saw light. Squinting
her eyes, leaves slowly formed. The trees clinched her theory. She was
in the woods. Struggling to get up, Misty was surprised to feel something
holding her down. She reached down, feeling the cool, moist fabric from
her sleeping bag. The bright light slowly dimmed until she could see the
shape of a disfigured sleeping bag. Looking around, she filled with joy.
For the first time in her life, she was happy to be awake.
Misty stood up and stretched, looking down the trail towards
the town. She assured herself she wasn’t in another dream, then went back
to her site. Looking at her watch, she decided she should get some more
sleep. It was early morning, and she only got about six hours sleep. Lying
down, thinking she could easily get to sleep, she was surprised to find
still awake due to her dream.
Misty started thinking, having nothing on her mind so early in the
morning, except for why she would have a dream of such detail with her
mom dying. Even when she tried to close her eyes, she would only see the
picture of her mom in the newspaper, and the words it said under it.
When an argument led her to telling her daughter blindly that
her boyfriend who left didn’t love her anymore. Misty was amazed she could
remember a dream so clearly. That amazement ended when she realized what
she remembered.
"She blindly said that? She didn’t mean it? She did it out of
anger?" Misty asked herself. Misty knew it was just a dream, but she realized
that it was so lifelike. It talked about the argument that separated them.
Looking upon her, she also realized another thing.
Misty left her mother. Ash didn’t break them up. Anger broke
up Misty from her family.
Misty started thinking straight again. She still loved Ash. The
only reason she hated him was because her mother. Misty had finally cleared
her thoughts of hatred. Now she was ready to see Ash again.
Misty smiled while thinking about Ash. She was now fully awake.
She could stop fooling herself and finally meet her love, and make her
life happy again. Her smile faded when she remembered what she did. She
completely insulted Ash. Ash couldn’t get out a full sentence before she
started to yell at him.
Misty couldn’t help wonder if Ash would take her back. Ash did
miss her, and when he saw Misty, his hopes of getting back together was
at an all-time high. He never thought they would meet again. They did,
and Misty completely crushed his heart.
Misty ran away from Ash, just as Ash ran away from her. Misty
knew how much it hurt when her love walked away, but could only begin to
think about how Ash felt when she laid down her voice, and forced Ash to
watch her leave.
Later that day, Misty left to head to the town of Pallet.