Even though I'm new, I decided to post a one-shot to see how people think of my writing. So here it is. It was the first one I made in my whole life and I'm sort of new to writing stories (even though compositions helped). Well, hope you enjoy my first one-shot!
Dying to be Free
I can't take it anymore. At first I thought I'd be free, forever traveling around the world, wallowing in my own confusion thick as a heavy fog. I didn't know what I was. I destroyed my only answer and now here I am.
I should've stayed there and said no to him, but instead he tricked me and now I have no idea what's happening. At first I thought it'd be pleasing to side with him, but being in this large, empty space doesn't feel like "partnership".
He told me to trust him after he said that one fatal word that caught my attention: partner. But no, he's not a partner and neither am I. I'm a servant, like the other Pokemon in the building. Yet they're not forced to be like this.
He thought I was a danger to him, so he controlled my powers by putting this strange metallic material on me. Yes, it may help protect my identity and make me feel powerful, but it was made by an evil master-mind who only wants to win and control everything in his reach.
The stupid scientists I killed a long time ago should've just let me go free instead of celebrating in front of me, congratulating each other, those stick figures. From what I could tell, they were filled to the very brim with fatigue and they were extremely weak, as well as very thin. That was one of the many reasons why they died so quickly. Yet, now I wish I wasn't born at that place.
I wished then I was born dead.
I had a whim that I was dead.
Several times I tried to kill myself, but that fool always stopped me from doing so and destroying his so-called dream-machine. The latest attempt was from a few days ago when I tried to impale myself with shards of glass I sent towards me by telekinesis, but the material made it difficult to do so. And of course, there was always that one voice in the back of my head that prevented me from doing so a few times before.
Life is wonderful.
That voice, an innocent voice from a pure, sinless person from long ago, helped stopped me from committing suicide. But I don't recall hearing any one of those fools saying anything so sweet and heart-warming to me, just cruel, heartless threats.The one who called himself my "master" always threatened to shoot me if I didn't behave. I longed for death, but I just couldn't disobey him. Only because of that phrase. Just that one phrase.
How I hate it.
But where did I hear it? If I knew, then I wouldn't be loathing my life right now. I asked my "master" who had said it, but he thought I was crazy. I only wish I could rewind my life now and ask those fools who dared to create me who had said that phrase with such care and love. Or even better, back to when I first heard it. But of course, I would've chosen to perish at that place. Yet, strangely enough, death isn't my wish as many people would think.
I want to be free like that one Pokemon in my dreams. That graceful creature looked familiar, yet I have never seen it before, just a picture that's possibly destroyed when I blew up my birthplace. That creature is my symbol of freedom.
But yet, how can I escape? If I were to use my powers, then the stupid oaf would severely punish me. I just wish that one Pokemon would come to the prison I'm in, free me and transport me to that one place with wonderful snow-capped mountains and exotic, flourishing trees.
Life is wonderful.
I also wish that person who said that one phrase would come and rescue me. If that one person was so kind enough to say that, then why isn't that human or Pokemon here?
And it sounded like a child had said it.
How can a child help me? I've never seen a young human before, ever. Yet, it was a young female who said that.
Who was that one kind child and why isn't she here is she somehow knows me?
Why isn't that Pokemon answering my cries of help I send every night?
Why is no one kind to me here?
Why is life so wonderful if I'm a prisoner?
Life is wonderful.
But why is it?
So how was it? I'd love to hear your opinions. If this goes well, I might post another one-shot, but we'll have to wait and see. See you later!
♥Kutie Pie♥ Please be kind to midgets!