Your Best Friend

Her name was Whitlea.

She tossed me aside as if I was of no use to her. Let me tell you the story now...before you make the same mistake.

It was April, the month when Pokémon Trainers chose their Pokémon and went out to explore the world.

One girl was happier than the others to receive a Pokémon.

As she came here, to the lab, I yearned for her to pick me. No one ever did. They thought I was useless. Every April I wanted someone to choose me, and every April I cried myself to sleep. All I wanted was a friend.

And then it happened. She chose me.

My heart felt like bursting from sheer happiness. At the back of my mind, something sparked, and I sensed my prayers had been answered.

"Yes, Professor Juniper. I would like this Pokémon."

Juniper then came to me. She picked me up and put me in Whitlea's arms.

Whitlea was given a Pokédex like all before her. Now her journey began. She walked proudly towards the border of Nuvema Town. As she was walking, a Purrloin jumped out of one of the trees. She told me to use tackle, my only damaging move at the time. I almost defeated it. It used endeavor, which I was unaware it knew. It knocked me down to half health. I used my tackle once again and defeated it.

I gained strength when I did.

Since then, I was her best friend and she was mine.

But then came a time she captured more powerful Pokémon. I wasn't number one anymore.

She put me in what she called a 'box'.

I was starved. I didn't take any chances. I would die, but take her with me. I destroyed the 'box' and escaped. I stalked her. She saw me. I wasn't pure anymore.

My ear was ripped. So was my tail. My arms and ears were rotting, the flesh had turned brown. The bones were visible in my tail and were blood stained. I was missing my scalchop and instead had a sketch of it in blood.

When she saw my face, she turned pale with fear and disgust. My brain was exposed and my eye sockets were empty and black. I was nothing short of a zombie.

"Whitlea, why did you leave me? WHY?!" Tears were dripping from my eye sockets. I was so sad.

Whitlea did not reply. She trembled in fear.

"Look at me! This is what you have done to me!" I was now hysterically crying. I softened my voice. "I thought you loved me...I was your best friend, remember? Please be my friend...If not..."

Now Whitlea finally replied. "Oshawott, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I loved you and still do!"

Lies.

She didn't love me anymore. I saw it in her eyes. Truth to be told, she feared me. I was hideous. She didn't like me for who I was.

I wanted her with me. I decided to kill her. So I could hug her once more.

I used my claws and slit her throat. Blood spilled out. She was now dead. I killed myself too.

Now we are both dead. We roam the world. We have both murdered. We are accepted neither in heaven nor hell. No one wants us.

Your Pokémon is your best friend too. It pains me to know there are others like Whitlea.

Never abandon your best friend.

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