Voice Prat 1

"Abby you need to tell them!" Said the angry voice in my head as I stopped by the creek to disposes of the incriminating blood that had only moments ago been gushing from my nose. 
"Sure" I thought back at the voice, "I should tell them about this, and then watch them all freak out! That's a great plan!"
The sarcastic thoughts only met with moody silence. A temporary occurrences I knew, but I was glad for the silence. It gave me time to think about what I was going to tell my parents.
I couldn't tell them the truth, I knew what would happen if I did. They would have a fit if I told them that I was attacked by the local gang of adolescent Pokemon that roamed the streets of Hearthome City. And they would probably have me hospitalized if they found out the reason the Ruffians had attacked me.

"I'm not crazy!" I growled at my reflection on the water.
"No." Said the voice in my head, with an almost questioning pause.
"No I'm not!" I snarled. "And you know I'm not. your not just a voice in my head, or a figment of my imagination. Your real!" 
I hated the pleading tone that found it's way in there at the end. 
"No your not crazy... But people are going to think you are if you keep talking, and yelling at yourself like you are right now. No one else can hear me, only you can."
Said the voice.
"I know." I sighed. "I need to get better at keeping my thoughts in my head"
"Can you forgive me for causing you this trouble?" The voice asked sadly. "I could try to go away if you'd prefer." 

"No! I don't want you to leave, and of course I forgive you. There's nothing really to forgive, it's not your fault that I can't seem to keep my mouth shut." I thought.
"True, I suppose it's not, but still I know you well enough to know that I should remind you to not speak, but yet I never remember too." Said the voice, morosely 
"OK, then I guess it's both our faults then." I retorted teasingly, trying to cheer the voice up. I did not like it when it sounded so sad, it was like my heart was being crushed whenever I heard it.  
"I guess we could both take the blame, and try to remember to do better next time." The voice replied after a while. Sounding happier.
"Now since you refuse to tell your parents the truth, what are you going to tell them?" It asked.


I got up and started walking slowly back towards Valley Fields, the ranch my family calls home. That's located to the west of Hearthome City, nestled in the foothills of Mt. Coronet.
As I walked And the sun started to set I tried to think of something to explain why I was such a mess. But nothing was coming to me. The impatient presser of the voice didn't help my focus either.
it was quiet for the moment but I could feel it growing irritated with me for not answering it's question. 
"Why won't you tell your parents The truth?" It finally asked testily.
"Sign. Fine, if I tell them, they'll likely go flatten the Ruffians."  I thought as I trudged on.

"And that's a bad thing? To my mind they deserve to be wiped out. What right do they have to breath if they're just going to waste it by attacking the innocent?!"  The voice snarled quietly in my mind.
"I would be very bad! They may be jerks, that beat up on people with no real reason other they apparently enjoy doing it, but that doesn't mean they deserve to be annihilate!" I yelled fiercely. "That's murder, which is wrong. It's one of the worse sins you could ever commit! And I do not ever want to hear you thinking like that again! You hear me?"
The voice was quiet again, I hoped that meant that it was thinking hard, and taking to heart what I had just told it.

"Will you help me come up with something to tell my parents besides the truth?" I finally asked.
"Hmmm?" The voice relied.
"Ugh! I'm having a dilemma here! I can't go home until I have at least a halfway decent fake story to tell my parents! Now please help me think of something!" I snapped. I was tired, all I wanted to do was get to my room and go to sleep in my nice comfy bed, and forget about the happenings of this afternoon.
"Alright fine. Tell them that you tripped on a loose pavement stone in front of the Contest Hall, and then got stampeded by a mood of Contest loving tourist as they rushed to catch the next show. I think that's halfway believable with the way humans are about those stupid contests." The voice said moodily, apparently not happy about me snapping at it.
I just marveled. "Did you just come up with that excuse right now?" I asked wonderingly.

"Yes. Why is it not polished enough?" It asked.
"Oh no no, it's perfected." I reassured it. "It just amazes me that you can come up with something like that in a matter of seconds, whereas it would take me at least an hour. That's all."
"Well in my current state all I can really do is think... And talk to you." The voice replied sounding sad again.
"What can I do? I want to help you." I said almost pleadingly. 
"I don't think you or anyone else can help me Abby, I've been this way for to long." The voice said quietly.
"Go to your parents Abby, their looking for you. They seem upset about the fact that it's getting dark, and you haven't come home yet." The voice said, and then it was silent again.


It was right, I could her the voices of my parents, and others calling my name.
"Mum, Da?! I'm right here." I corked as I stumbled out of the woods. All the yelling I had done that after noon had made my throat sore.
"Abby!" Cried my Da in relief, as he rushed over to me and scooped me up. Pressing me to his chest as he called to my mum, my grandparents, and Fenrir one of my best friend  that he had found me.
He carried me into the house, and started calling for Rea, our families resident doctor.
I considered telling him I was fine, that I was just tired and I didn't need to be worried over. But I knew that doing so would be a waste of time and energy. So I didn't. I was happy and felt very content snuggled up to his warm chest.


I guess I fell asleep while he was still holding me, because the last thing I remember was the warmth of his arms. Then I woke up in my bed and it was bright out. 
I looked around my very empty room sadly. Being in here made me missed Lily, and Daisy even more. My other two best friends, and until recently roommates had got off to do therir own things.
Daisy had gotten signed with a new contest choreographer and was now traveling all over the world appearing in all kinds of contest. Lily depressed by her twin leaving. Was sent to live with her da who still travels with his Trainer, in hopes that it would help with her depression, which it did bast on the last phone conversation we had had.

I was happy for them, Daisy always wanted to be a contest star, and Lily had always wanted to travel with their da. But I would be lying if I said that I didn't missed them so much that I wish every night that their dreams had not come true. I hated myself every time I wished it, but that never changed the fact that I felt that way.
My other best friend Fenrir was still around, but he was always to busy training to hang out anymore.
All the other kids had their own little groups, even my brothers. They all of course included me if I was around, but it wasn't the same. I was very lonely, though I tried to hide it. It was around that time I started hearing the voice.

It, or I guess I really should call him he, as the voice was clearly a males, anyway he seemed to understand my loneliness. He wanted someone to talk to as well. And maybe, I am crazy for 1. Hearing a strange voice in my mind, and 2. For feeling a sympathetic bond with it. But I don't really care if I'm crazy, real or not, he at least seems to care if I'm lonely or upset or not. He was a good friend, though some times the things he says worries me. Like the comment he made about People like the Ruffians dissevering to be wiped out, and the other about no one being able to help him out of his current state.
I thought about the second one as I got out of bed.
If he would just tell me what his "current state" was I might be able to help him, despite his doubt, there had to be something I could do. But he always dodges answering my question in some way.
My brother Matt came into my room as I was thinking this. And apparently my expression as I tried shooting my complain-y thought to the voice whereever he truly was, at was funny because Matt started giggling like a nut.