TRIGGER WARNING: This story has mentions of suicide, self-harm, parental abuse, and bullying (which probably also covers parental abuse) in it. Also a fair bit of inappropriate and/or profane words. If these things affect or bother you, I would advise not reading past this point.
I was finally moved into my room. All of my stuff was crammed into the left side of the room, some of it in boxes, some of it not. A quick glance in the room would show how different my roommate and I were. Her side had color, mine was all black with very little color. Her side had posters of boy bands and guys that I guess she had deemed "hot," and my side had a few of my favorite anime figurines and a lot of skulls and crosses. We were two completely different people, and yet we were stuck together for the next year.
Thankfully we didn't really have to deal with each other much since we both had classes, and she likely had friends to hang out with. If she didn't, she'd probably make them within the first week. She seemed like one of those girly girl types that would make friends easily.
Classes started the following morning. We started term on a Monday, so I started the year off with English in the morning followed by a break for lunch. After that, I had PokeHistory. On Tuesday, I had Drawn Art and Math with a break in between for lunch. I'd repeat the Monday schedule on Wednesday and the Tuesday schedule on Thursday; I had Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off from classes.
It wasn't long before the rude comments started pouring in though. I was the first one to my English class on the first day of classes. I was always the punctual one, and sometimes I'd even be the first one to places. It wasn't that that led to the rude comments though, it was the way I dressed. My hair was all black, dyed from its natural brown when I was eleven, despite my mother's insistence to not do so. I also dressed in all black.
"Fine, Kiara, but this is just a phase, and you'll grow out of it eventually," my mother told me when I was eleven. I never did grow out of it. Seven years later, and I still dress in all black and my hair still maintains its black color. I've added some color to it here and there, but I usually dye it back to all black. Mother still insists it's a phase, and I still think she's wrong. Whatever, that's her opinion and I don't really care what she thinks.
Back to today though. The first cluster of students walked into the room, a group of girls who looked like they were trying to attract males, not get an education. They wore clothes that showed off their bodies, tank tops and tube tops and the shortest pair of shorts they could find. It was as if their shorts could pass as underwear, they were that short.
The girls had approached me. The girl I had assumed was the ringleader spoke up. "Hey, I'm gonna need you to move. My girls and I gotta sit here."
I looked around the room. Besides myself and these girls, there were loads of other places for these girls to sit. The room was empty besides us. They didn't need to sit here. Besides, she didn't even ask nicely; she was pretty rude about it, and I saw no reason for these girls to have to sit here. I frowned as I responded. "There's other places to sit in here."
"No, we're sitting here," the ringleader responded, tossing her blonde hair behind her shoulder.
"Sorry, I'm not moving," I replied. "There's other places for you and your friends to sit."
"If you don't move on your own, we can always force you to move," another girl chimed in. The other girls giggled, causing me to roll my eyes.
"Hey, don't you roll your eyes at us, you rude little *****!" the ringleader shouted.
"In my defense, your friend there just said that you all would force me to move if I didn't move myself," I said. "You've also been pretty rude to me since you've walked in the room."
"Wow," the ringleader said. "You're a little *****, aren't you? Just another one of those gothic *****es that thinks they're so great. Well, guess what? You ain't hot ****, girly. You're nothing in this school. News flash, you're going to get your *** kicked with that attitude."
"I'm surprised it hasn't already happened to you with that mouth," I replied. With a shake of my head, I went back to my drawing since I had no desire to continue this conversation with ignorant girls. The drawing was just of a boy, no one in particular, that was similar to me. He too wore all black and dealt with his own inner demons.
"Oh, look at this, Cassie," another girl said. "She draws."
The girl named Cassie snatched my drawing up from under my hands and held it out for the other girls to look at. It was now that I realized that the ringleader's name was Cassie, or at least that was what the other girls called her.
"Is this your boyfriend?" one of the girls asked. "He looks so ugly."
"I bet it is. She's drawing this ugly picture for him as a present," another girl replied.
"I bet they haven't even ****ed before," a third girl said. She was the one who brought her attention to me. "I bet you're a little virgin because you're too ugly to get laid."
The girls started laughing at this. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. Why me? Why did these girls have to pick on me? I watched as they took hours of hard work and ripped it into shreds and dropped it on my head. They laughed. This was their entertainment, picking on me.
Cassie walked around the table and grabbed my possessions. One by one, she tossed them to the other side of the room. She even grabbed my bag and threw it over there. The items were scattered from her throwing them. Another student entered the room, this one a male wearing a football jersey. He nodded to the girls as he took a seat in the back. I looked at him, hoping he'd help, but he paid no attention to me. Instead, Cassie grabbed me by my dress and pulled me out of the chair. I heard the fabric rip because of how forcefully she had grabbed me and pulled me out of the chair. With no hesitation, she pushed me away, and I fell onto the cold floor of the classroom. I knocked over another chair, but the boy made no motion of moving.
"Go kill yourself, scum," Cassie said. Her friends laughed, and I saw the boy smile. He was hiding behind a book, but I could see his smile. He was just like those girls. Of course he wouldn't help me.
I stood up and brushed the dust off my dress. I gathered my possessions that had been scattered on the floor on the other side of the room and walked to the back of the classroom. I sat in the back corner, and I had decided that I would sit there in all of my classes. I couldn't bother anyone there, and hopefully no one would bother me there.
The bullying and rude words still continued here at Kalos University.
I returned to my room during my lunch break. I was hungry, but I had no desire to eat. Why should I? I was scum, just like those girls had said. Instead, I went into a locked box I kept in my room and took out a pocket knife. Opening it up to reveal the silver blade, I put it on my bed and took out a white sheet that had blood stains on it. I spread the sheet out on my bed and then sat on it.
I moved the blade across my left wrist, watching as blood poured from it. A single slit mark made tears fall from my eyes. It was time to let that pain from this morning go. I made another cut on my arm, and another, and another, and several more until I reached the halfway point on my forearm. I switched hands and did the same thing with the other arm. Blood fell from my arm and onto the sheet, but that was okay. That was why I had the sheet there, to catch the blood and not get it on my bedding. No one else could know about this habit. There was a reason why I usually wore long sleeves.
Still, it had been a while since I had made cuts on my arms. I had forgotten what the pain that my body had once gotten used to felt like. I stopped cutting myself my freshman year of high school. I had made friends. There were others like me in high school that I could hang out with and be myself with. People that understood me. My closest friend was a boy named Mitch. All four years of high school, we shared at least one class, and I was incredibly grateful for that. It allowed me to move past the cutting I had picked up in middle school. Even the scars I had attained in middle school had faded away by my sophomore year, and I was able to say I had beaten that inner demon.
Yet here it was again because of these stupid girls. Cassie and her stupid friends. For the first time in four years, it felt like I was in middle school again. Sure, I had been tormented in high school, but I had people to run to. I had friends there. Here? Here I had no friends. I was alone.
Once the blood stopped pouring from my wounds, I dabbed at them with the sheet, and then I wiped the blade of the pocket knife on the sheet to get the blood off. I folded the sheet back up and put it and the now closed pocket knife back in the box and locked it back up. I hid the key in my bag with the rest of my possessions.
I took off the black dress that I'd worn today and changed it for a long sleeve black t-shirt with a picture of a Gothita on it and a pair of black jeans. I couldn't let anyone see these scars. By now, the whole school probably thought I was some kind of freak because of Cassie and her stupid friends. If they saw the cuts on my arms, it wouldn't get any better, it'd get worse.
*****
It was a few weeks into classes now. I was eating lunch outside of the student center today, by myself as per usual. I had yet to make any friends, and everyone else had their own social circles by now. I was that weird girl no one wanted to talk to. It was like middle school all over again. You'd think people that were eighteen or older would be more mature. Apparently not.
Today was Saturday, and in a few hours, there was a football game. It was apparently the first home game of the season, though I had no desire to attend. My roommate, Hailey, already said she'd be gone, even though she never explicitly told me. She had the note on her whiteboard in our room.
A few boys wearing the school's football jerseys walked up to me. They had smirks on their faces, and I already knew this wouldn't be good. Number Forty-One was the first to speak. "Well, well, if it isn't little Darkie Kiara."
"Darkie Kiara." That was the name they had started calling me. It was so middle school, yet none of them seemed to care. No one seemed to care. Why should they? I was nothing more than a stupid little play thing to them.
"Eating lunch, are you?" Number Twenty-Two said. "It'd be a shame if something happened to this lunch."
I had barely taken any bites out of the chicken fried rice I picked up from the Chinese restaurant inside of the student center. The last thing I needed was for something to happen to this food. Still, the boy wearing the jersey with the number ten on it took his hand and stuck it in my food. He removed his hand, and he was holding a handful of the fried rice. He threw it at me. I had closed my eyes, and I was glad that I did because the rice hit my face. I wiped my face with my hands, and I could feel the tears welling in my eyes again.
"Why?" I asked. It was all I could ask.
"Why not?" Number Ten asked. "It's not like you needed it. This world would be better off without scum like you anyways."
"Why do you keep calling me scum?" I screamed, standing up. The boys had been laughing, but as soon as I screamed, they stopped. Students that had been standing around crowded around us to watch. Of course they would. Why would I, the stupid little girl who they considered scum, stand up to her bullies? Oh well, who cares? I was tired of being treated like scum anyways. "What did I ever do to you? Huh? I did nothing to you. Instead, your dumb, ignorant friends come and attack me in my English class on the first day, and you've never left me alone since! What does tormenting me each and every day do for you? It's not cool. You're acting like you're in middle school!"
But my words never went through to them. Instead, they laughed. They laughed and laughed and laughed. The tears were falling from my eyes, and my throat hurt from screaming, but none of that mattered. I didn't care. I was going to stand up to these *******s, and if it got me expelled from this shitty school, then so be it.
And if they didn't want to listen to my words, then I had other plans.
My meal was ruined now thanks to the ******* in the number ten jersey, so I grabbed some of the fried rice from the bowl and threw it at him first. He stopped laughing as soon as the rice hit his face. Everyone else stopped laughing too. Without hesitation, I did the same thing to Number Forty-One and Number Twenty-Two.
They wiped their faces of the rice and then stood up. It was Number Ten that spoke. "You little *****. You can't do that to us."
"But you can do it to me?" I replied.
"Yeah, because you don't deserve to be here! No one here likes you! **** off already!" Number Ten shouted.
"That's not a very good reason to torment me," I replied. And with that said, I tried to run off. I would push through the crowd and run back to my room and lock the door. Hailey could get in, sure, but that was about it. If she brought others in, I could just report her to the hall advisor... though she probably wouldn't care either.
I didn't get very far because one of the football players grabbed me and threw me back. I hit the ground hard. The boys crowded around me, but Number Forty-One grabbed me by my shirt and lifted me into the air.
"You're not welcome here, you scummy *****. You're not allowed to scream or shout or throw food at us. That's not how it works here," Number Forty-One said. He got cheers from the crowd at this. "Leave."
He threw me down on the ground and left. He and his friends were gone, and all I could do was sit and cry. The crowd laughed and cheered, but it wasn't for me, it was at me. The crowd had dispersed, and no one had bothered to ask if I was okay or if I needed help.
This school, my dream school, was an awful place. I never saw any of this before this first year here, and I wish I had. I wish I'd gone to Sinnoh with Mitch and everyone else. Maybe there, I would've been more welcome... Maybe.
I eventually got up and walked back to my room. Every step I took was painful because my body was so sore. All I felt was pain and sadness. Maybe they were right. Maybe I should just go kill myself... When I got back to my room, I took out that white sheet and my knife. I cut myself. I didn't stop at the middle of my forearm though. I went all the way up to my elbow on both arms. I cut my legs, I cut my upper arms, I cut until I started to feel dizzy from the blood loss and couldn't really hold the knife anymore.
I laid back on my bed, letting the blood drip onto the sheet I had laid out. I only wore my bra and underwear at this point, but I knew Hailey wouldn't be coming back. She had no reason to come back any time soon. And even if she saw me like this, she'd probably call me a freak, get what she needed, and left. She didn't care about me. No one cared about me. Not Mother, not Father, not Hailey, not Cassie and her friends, not those football players... no one. Why would anyone care about me?
I've decided I'll just give them what they want. Next year, I won't come back. I'll finish my freshman year here in Kalos and then try to go to Sinnoh next year. I'm sure Sinnoh will accept me. I've heard nothing but good things from Mitch, and he's just like me.
*****
I spent the rest of my first year living in hell. The only thing missing was all the fire. Summer came around, and I was begging Mother and Father to let me go to Sinnoh with Mitch in the fall. Literally begging. I was on my hands and knees and everything. Anything they wanted, I was willing to do it.
They said no. It eventually got to the point where they threatened to take away my computer if I kept asking. I had to stop after that. I couldn't let them take away the one thing that was keeping me alive. Online, I had friends. Over the summer, I had friends because everyone was home. At school, my computer was the only thing that kept me alive. Losing that and going back to school without it would make it even worse than last year.
But I dared to ask again. I had asked a lot at the beginning of the summer, and I figured if I behaved and waited a while before asking again, they'd forget they said anything about my computer.
"Mother, Father, can I ask you something?" I asked one Saturday afternoon after lunch. We were in the living room watching television now.
"What?" Mother replied.
"I... don't really like Kalos University," I said. "Everyone there has been mean to me, and I don't have any friends there. I'd really like to go to Sinnoh with Mitch for the rest of my college years. I feel like I'll be a lot happier there."
"You're not liked because you're a freak," Father said, standing up. He started to leave the room, but before he did, he turned to me. "Maybe if you weren't such a freak, people would like you. You should try it some time."
I felt tears welling in my eyes. Even my own father was like them. I knew he hated me. I swear he always had. He played sports in school, and he tried to get me to play them too as a child. I never showed any interest in them though. I liked drawing. Thankfully, Mother convinced him to not take that away from me.
"He's right, you know," Mother said after Father left the room. Even Mother... even my own mother was turning against me... "You are a freak, and you hang out with freaks when you're home. Maybe I should put a stop to this childish behavior. I'm taking your computer, and you're not allowed to leave the house without me or your father. Maybe before your spring semester, you can have your computer back."
The tears fell from my eyes. I stormed off. My mother's voice called after me. "And for Arceus' sake, Kiara, stop crying! You're nineteen years old, not five! Stop being such a crybaby!"
I slammed the door to my room shut. She'd take my computer while I was sleeping, I was sure of it, and no matter where I hid it, she'd find it, so I left it out for her to just grab. I didn't care anymore. No one cared about me. Not my mother, and not my father. My friends had been ripped away from me in a matter of seconds all because I was trying to get away from the hellhole I was in. Didn't parents want their child to be happy? Why were mine trying to make me so miserable and try to change the person I was? I'm happy dressing in all black. I'm happy with my hair dyed black. I'm happy hanging around with the people they call "freaks." The only thing I'm not happy with is being tormented for who I am. Why can't anyone else besides my friends see that?
*****
I returned to Kalos University for my sophomore year a week before classes started. I was all moved into my room. This year, I got lucky and didn't have a roommate. Sure it cost more money, but I didn't care. I wasn't paying for it anyways.
And besides, having a room to myself meant that I could go jump off the parking garage and not have to burden a roommate with my parents that were crying for the purpose of not wanting anyone to think they were weird for being happy that their burden for the past nineteen years was suddenly dead. People would fake concern over my death, but no one would truly care.
I didn't bother unpacking my things. Why should I? I wouldn't be here long. Within the hour, I'd no longer be in this hellish world. I'd be gone. I'd be nothing more than a memory to the people that actually bothered to remember me.
I made my way to the parking garage in the evening, when it was dark outside. No one would see me until it was too late, and sure enough, that was true. I made it to the top of the parking garage, and no one bothered to ask any questions.
I climbed up onto the edge and stood there. There was a nice breeze, not too cold and not too warm. All I had to do was step off and fall to my death. It wouldn't even hurt. By the time I reached the ground, I probably would've passed out.
"Ahh!" I screamed. I felt myself hit the ground, but there was no way I could've stepped off the edge. Not only was the descent too short, but I felt something tug at my dress too. I looked around to see a grey chinchilla standing before me with his arms crossed across his furry chest. He looked disappointed. That was an emotion I was all too familiar with.
"Minccino!" the creature cried. I recognized him as a Pokemon, but he wasn't a native to Kalos. A Minccino, I assumed, given that he said the name of his species. He continued. "Minccino min min! Minccino!"
I had no idea what the Pokemon was saying to me, to be honest. I never really had many interactions with Pokemon in the past nineteen years. Pokemon travels were still a thing, but not everyone could afford to send their child on a Pokemon journey these days. They were the ones that filled the grade schools and universities. Minccino made motions with his hands (or were they paws?) though, and that helped. He moved his hands in a circle to symbolize the world, I guess.
"You're telling me I have the whole world ahead of me?" I asked. Minccino nodded, glad that I got his message. I rolled my eyes. "You're wrong, little guy, I'm sorry. No one in this world likes me, and I don't think anyone ever will."
I got up and went to climb back on the ledge, but Minccino blocked my path no matter where I tried to climb on the ledge. The chinchilla shook his head.
"Please, Minccino. It's for the best," I said. I couldn't believe I was pleading with a Pokemon to let me off myself. I sighed. "Fine. I won't off myself. Happy?"
"Minccino!" the Pokemon replied, bouncing up and down.
*****
I returned to the same parking garage the next few nights, but every night, the Minccino was there. Every night, he'd stop me, and I'd leave with a sigh. It got to the point where I was forced to unpack my things.
After my Earth Science lab, I was walking back to my dorm room. Outside of the door was the same Minccino. I raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"
"Minccino!" the Pokemon responded. I shook my head and opened the door to the room. Minccino ran into the room and sat on my bed. I tossed my bag onto the bed next to him and sighed.
"I'm not allowed to have Pokemon here," I said, sitting at my desk and looking at the Minccino. "It's school rules."
"Min," he replied, shaking his head. So much for that lie. He'd probably seen loads of other Pokemon around here. Each student was allowed to bring one Pokemon with them to the campus, so long as the Pokemon caused no harm to other Pokemon, students, or faculty.
"Okay, fine, you can stay," I sighed. All I wanted to do was off myself, and I had this Minccino here preventing me from doing so.
A couple days had passed since the Minccino started following me everywhere. He followed me to classes, to my room, to get food, everywhere. If I was there, this Minccino was there.
"Hey!" a girl called out as I was walking to the student center for lunch. "Come over here for a second."
I hesitated for a moment, but she was waving her arm excitedly. Minccino tugged at the leg of my pants, so I went over against my will. The name tag on the girl's shirt said Madilynn.
"That's a cute Minccino you have there," Madilynn said with a smile.
"I'm sorry, he's not mine," I replied.
"Minccino!" he cried out in a huff, crossing his arms. He seemed bothered by the fact that I said he wasn't mine. At least that was the truth this time.
"He seems like he's yours," Madilynn said. "Have you ever had a Pokemon before?"
"No, not really," I replied. Why was this girl talking to me all of a sudden? Didn't she know everyone here hated me?
"You should take that little guy in then. He really seems like he likes you," Madilynn said. "But that's not why I asked you to come over here. I'm the president of a sorority called Poke Poke Poke. We strive to give kids all over the world a Pokemon because everyone deserves a Pokemon."
"Oh," I said. Minccino seemed delighted at this and started bouncing up and down, but I didn't really care. No one in this world wanted to help me, so why should I help them? "I'm sorry, I'm not really interested."
"Are you sure? Your Minccino seems interested," Madilynn said, her smile turning into disappointment. "You'd be a really good addition to the club."
"Sorry, but I won't be here for much longer. You're wasting your time talking to me," I said. "There's loads of other selfish idiots here who need reform, talk to them."
With that said, I stormed off and went into the student center. I didn't even notice Minccino hadn't been with me until I went back to my room after my Earth Science lab. There he was, waiting at the door for me, and he was holding a piece of paper. When we got in the room, he eagerly handed me the paper. It was for the Poke Poke Poke sorority. They were having their rush day on Saturday. Basically a big social event. I balled the paper up and tossed it in my trash can.
"I'm not interested, Minccino," I said. "And don't you have an owner? I can't keep watching you forever, you know."
But Minccino never responded. He just hopped off my bed and went to curl up on his own that I'd set up in the corner of my room. Whatever.
*****
The piece of paper, despite being crumbled, was on my whiteboard by Saturday morning when I returned from breakfast. I hadn't seen Minccino since yesterday morning when I went for breakfast. I'd gone off campus to a cafe in Lumiose City since I needed to pick up art supplies anyways. That was when he left the room, and he never came back. He must've snuck back in this morning since he was there when I got back from breakfast.
"Minccino, I'm not going," I said. The chinchilla shook his head and pointed at my bed. There was a package there, wrapped in royal purple wrapping paper, with a white envelope stuck in between the wrapping paper and the white ribbon. I took the envelope and opened it, taking the card out and opening it.
Hope to see you tonight. I got the dress for you. I think you'll like it. - Madilynn
I tossed the card onto my bed and opened the package. Inside was a white dress. There was a layer of silk, but there was lace on top of it. There was a thin black belt around the waist. It was beautiful...
"Why is she doing this?" I asked.
"Minccino, min!" the chinchilla said, climbing up on the bed and pointing at the crumbled piece of paper on the white board. I sighed.
"Okay, I'll go, Minccino," I said.
"Min?" he said.
"Yes, I'll wear the dress too."
*****
"Kiara! You made it!" Madilynn said as Minccino and I approached the sorority house. "And you brought Minccino too!"
"Huh?" I said. Minccino was at my feet. He'd followed me here too. "Oh, yeah. I guess he followed me here."
"I told you he's attached to you. You might as well call him yours," Madilynn said. She was smiling again. It was as if the words I had said to her the other day didn't bother her at all.
"Why are you talking to me? Why'd you get this dress?" I asked.
There was silence. The smile on Madilynn's face faded away. Her eyes had a distant look to them. When she spoke, it wasn't in the same cheerful voice she usually had. "I've watched you be tormented the past year. I was a sophomore here last year, and I stood by and watched as you got bullied and tormented wherever you went. It was disgusting and awful. I told teachers and administrators and everyone that this was happening to you. None of them seemed to care, but I kept fighting. They got expelled after I finally dug up enough information against them."
"That explains why no one's tormented me this year," I said.
"The students that tormented you were supposed to be juniors this year, like myself. They had to repeat freshman level courses, but they knew sophomores last year. That was how so many people ended up being against you," she said. "I got the dress because you reminded me of my best friend."
"Your best friend?" I asked.
"Her name was Katelynn, but everyone always called her Katie. I'd known her since I was in kindergarten," Madilynn said. "She was my best friend all throughout grade school. When we got to middle school, people started bullying her. She wasn't exactly from a well off family like myself. People teased her and were mean to her because her clothes tended to be hand me downs from her older sister, and the newest clothes she owned were birthday or Christmas presents. I'd buy her something outside of those times when I was able to convince her of it. I always hated going shopping with her because I felt bad that she was never really able to get anything, but I could. I always tried to buy her at least one thing whenever we went out.
She was a student here at Kalos University three years ago on a full ride scholarship. Katie was an excellent student in school, a straight A student and in honor societies. She was hoping to become a Pokemon researcher. She idolized Professor Juniper of the Unova region, where we're from. Katie wanted to work for her one day.
Unfortunately, all of that took a turn for the worst when the bullying continued here at Kalos University, by the same students that had tormented you. Last year wasn't the first time I had tried to get them expelled. It got so bad that after spring break, Katie was found in her room. She had died from overdosing on pills. I have no idea how she got them, but that was how they said she had died. I knew those bullies were the cause of everything that happened to Katie, and I'd told myself they would never graduate from this school."
Madilynn's voice cracked. There were tears falling from her eyes. "Katie was a member of this sorority too. Both of us got bids, and we were lucky enough to get in."
"I'm sorry," I said. "Were you the one that sent Minccino after me then?"
"I'm not," Madilynn replied, wiping the tears from her eyes. "The only person I knew with... oh my Arceus. That's Katie's Minccino! That's why it's looked so familiar!"
"This... Minccino belongs to Katie?" I asked, looking at the chinchilla. He nodded. I looked back up at Madilynn.
"He must not want to see another person end up like Katie," Madilynn said.
"He did stop me from trying to jump off the parking garage," I said. "More than once, actually."
Madilynn nodded, the smile returning to her face. "You must remind him of Katie too."
"Minccino!" the chinchilla cried, bouncing up and down. I picked him up and held him in my arms.
"Is it okay if I keep you then, Minccino?" I asked.
"Min!" he replied, nodding his head. For the first time in a long time, I smiled. I couldn't remember the last time I had smiled, but it had been long enough that the muscles hurt.
"Come inside, Kiara," Madilynn said. "I think you'd be a good fit for our sorority, but I think that's a decision you have to make for yourself."
*****
I did join the sorority. Katie's "little," a girl named Heather, was the one to take me in, but really, all the girls felt like sisters. Me, the girl that once dressed in all black, was in a sorority. I had sisters. I had friends. Real friends. They were nothing like Mitch and the others, people who only really listened to me talk about my problems but never really helped me. These girls... these girls listened, they helped. Whatever I needed or wanted, they'd try to help me get it. They helped me change my whole wardrobe from all black (though I did keep some of my black clothes) to something with more color. They helped me dye my hair from black to brown. It wasn't the same natural brown I had until I was eleven, but it was more of a chestnut brown. We even added some chocolate brown highlights to it.
It was all a little weird at first, but I had friends. I was happy. This was what true happiness felt like. Never again would I be tormented by bullies at this school. Never again would I cut myself. (The sisters knew about that too. I opened up and confessed everything to them once I accepted a bid into the sorority.) Never again would I consider suicide.
The clothes I didn't keep were donated to the thrift store here in Lumiose City. I kept the pocket knife in case I needed it for self-defense, but I burned the bloody white sheet I had used when I was cutting myself. I let go of that past, self-harm filled life. I was ready to let happiness in. Thanks to the sisters of Poke Poke Poke, I was able to do that.
For the first time in eight years, I was truly happy with the person I was and the person I was going to become.
WaR Rolls
Genre: Drama
Setting: Current Day
Characters: Human Main
Pokemon: Minccino {Medium, 10-20k}
Character Count: 32420
Author's Note: Wow, okay, so this is darker than most things I tend to write. I was trying to go for an internal conflict thing, so hopefully it all worked out. Kiara has her internal conflict with not being wanted at this school, plus the issues with other characters. In the end, it all gets better because of Minccino, Madilynn, and the Poke Poke Poke sorority. This also ended up being a bit longer than I had expected, especially for a Medium ranked story, but hopefully everything works out. Also, the story title, Inner Chinchillas, is totally a play off "inner demons," but instead of demons, it's chinchillas. Get it? Because Minccino is a chinchilla? I'm not funny, I know. :( (EDIT: Also a note that PXR censors my swears. ;~; If anyone wants the version of swears, I can repost on PWN in the Creative Works board.) (EDIT 2: I made Seppe cry with this story. He can't play League when crying. I win.)
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