Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25861189-20141212235502

I was only a small girl when my brother got his first Pokemon, and I have to say, I was jealous. For years it had been him and me, and now some thing with a skull on it's head took my brother's heart. I didn't wish them goodbye, and I never told Cubone I loved it.

I ignored his calls and his mails over the next few years, too angry at being 'replaced'. Even when I was given the opportunity to have a Pokemon of my own I was too bitter to say yes.

But still, my brother returned, but he was holding a Pokemon in his hands. Whether it was his own Cubone or it's mother, I never knew. I won't give you the details of the corpse he was holding, but suffice it to say it was unrecogniseable. At first I was so happy (thogugh I hated myself for it), my best friend was back! But he didn't look at me or our parents. Just walked to the Pokemon Tower. And he looked so different. almost as if he was dead already.

I've grown up in Lavender so the Tower doesn't really scare me, but today it did. I followed him up; the first floor I saw shapes, Ghost Pokemon I guessed. The next I saw more solid figures, but I guess I must've been imagining things. Because on the third floor I could've sworn I saw Cubone again.

I reached the final floor and saw him again, but something was wrong. He and his Marowak were standing there, thin as ghosts, staring at me. I called out his name desperately, but he didn't reply, just continued fading. As I gave up and turned to run home, I saw a white, horrid hand come out at me, and knew it was his. I still don't know if it was going to hug or choke me. But the white hand was real. And I still stand outside the tower, warning people about my poor brother, who lost everything, and didn't even have a sister to return to.

And whether he haunts me to hug me or choke me, I will always warn you that he is there. 