may&mistylover
Francesca S.
Hi, this is my first time writing something that is not a shipping fic, but involves pokemon. In this Prologue, there is no mention of pokemon, but they will appear in the next chapter. Also, the prologue is a lot shorter then what I usually write... So, please criticize me and comment it. I guess it's rated G-PG13. Im not that good with rating so if you think it's wrong feel free to tell me, I will fix it. So, I hope you enjoy.
Prologue
Sometimes, it takes an eternity to understand the true meaning of life. No one has ever understood the reason why, although many have tried. Sometimes, there is always that person who can’t live their life happily. Their childhoods were spent in misery, being subjects to domestic violence and abuse. Some children hid their secret lives well, under fake smiles and laughs. No one knows of the bruises they hide under their clothes, or the secrets in their hearts; they just try to act like a normal person, but inside, they aren’t.
A young girl is one of these people. At the age of eight, she decided to leave her parents. She put what few belongings she had in a grocery bag, and simply walked out. She was pretty sure her parents hadn’t realized she was even gone. She broke into a run as soon as she hit the corner of the street, and she just kept on running. After a few hours of consecutive running, her run turned into a quick walk, which turned into a slow walk. She was starting to lose energy, not a good sign. She found herself in the middle of a thick forest, probably very far from the dump she called home.
Her parents were addicts and drunks. They snorted whatever they could find, and sometimes asked the girl to join them. Thankfully, she always refused, by walking out the door and returning home hours later, when she was sure her parents were knocked out. At night when they were really high, their sources of entertainment were the cries from their daughter when they beat her with anything they could find. She attended a school at a convent for the poor, which she dropped out of since her parents use all their money to buy drugs. She felt relieved to be away from them. All her life, she told herself she was strong in spirit and in heart. As she kept walking, she told herself, “Don’t worry. Happiness is coming closer with every step. Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”
Finally, she felt as if the energy in her body had been drained. Her muscles no longer moved, and even though her brain kept saying to keep walking, the rest of her body disagreed. Her legs broke down under her, and she slumped to the ground. Rain began pelting against her skin, and she knew a storm was coming. Supporting herself on a branch, she stood up and kept on moving. The rain came harder and harder with each step she took. It flooded the ground before her, making her slip. She eventually did fall, and unable to stand up, gave up hope. She wasn’t upset that she was dying, at least she would have found true happiness. She realized that life was a twisted thing. True happiness was impossible to find. She closed her eyes, and saw the light.
Prologue
Sometimes, it takes an eternity to understand the true meaning of life. No one has ever understood the reason why, although many have tried. Sometimes, there is always that person who can’t live their life happily. Their childhoods were spent in misery, being subjects to domestic violence and abuse. Some children hid their secret lives well, under fake smiles and laughs. No one knows of the bruises they hide under their clothes, or the secrets in their hearts; they just try to act like a normal person, but inside, they aren’t.
A young girl is one of these people. At the age of eight, she decided to leave her parents. She put what few belongings she had in a grocery bag, and simply walked out. She was pretty sure her parents hadn’t realized she was even gone. She broke into a run as soon as she hit the corner of the street, and she just kept on running. After a few hours of consecutive running, her run turned into a quick walk, which turned into a slow walk. She was starting to lose energy, not a good sign. She found herself in the middle of a thick forest, probably very far from the dump she called home.
Her parents were addicts and drunks. They snorted whatever they could find, and sometimes asked the girl to join them. Thankfully, she always refused, by walking out the door and returning home hours later, when she was sure her parents were knocked out. At night when they were really high, their sources of entertainment were the cries from their daughter when they beat her with anything they could find. She attended a school at a convent for the poor, which she dropped out of since her parents use all their money to buy drugs. She felt relieved to be away from them. All her life, she told herself she was strong in spirit and in heart. As she kept walking, she told herself, “Don’t worry. Happiness is coming closer with every step. Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”
Finally, she felt as if the energy in her body had been drained. Her muscles no longer moved, and even though her brain kept saying to keep walking, the rest of her body disagreed. Her legs broke down under her, and she slumped to the ground. Rain began pelting against her skin, and she knew a storm was coming. Supporting herself on a branch, she stood up and kept on moving. The rain came harder and harder with each step she took. It flooded the ground before her, making her slip. She eventually did fall, and unable to stand up, gave up hope. She wasn’t upset that she was dying, at least she would have found true happiness. She realized that life was a twisted thing. True happiness was impossible to find. She closed her eyes, and saw the light.
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