Well, you see, strange girl I have known for twenty minutes, I lied to my mother last night.
I stood with her in the kitchen as we made sandwiches for my late lunch with Clavell today, and I looked her in the eyes and I told her I was going to go to sleep early that night. She looked at me, and she knew I was lying; and she nodded, and she sent me to bed with an expression that broke my heart because she knows that she cannot afford to provide us with the future she feels we deserve, and there is only one thing that can help us out of this state, and only one of us can do something about it- and it is not her.
I snuck out of my bedroom window while my brother slept easily through the evening light, and with only a Tarountula I caught just days beforehand at my side, I stole my way through the encroaching darkness. I knew it was dangerous, and my mother knew it was dangerous, and we each of us knew that our lives will not improve unless we accept that danger is a part of life.
I travelled down to the beach, where I expected to be lurking in the shadows, hiding from Houndour and Zubat and aggressive Sandygast; but the night was darker than expected, a shadow over the moon fell, and this Pokemon collapsed into the sands in front of me. Its wings were broken and its claws were shattered and it bled from a dozen wounds around its body.
I should have died. It was angry and it was hurt and it was dangerous.
But we looked into each other's eyes, and it recognized in itself that some part of me is the same as some part of it, and I recognized that some part of it is the same as my own heart. And so, I made the worst decision that anyone in my place could have made; I approached the creature, and from my backpack I fed it all the sandwiches my mother had made me, and I healed its wounds with all the potions I had saved for these journeys.
I had four potions in my backpack, and one yellow bottle that when sprayed could ease paralysis and burns and treat poisons. It should not, would be enough for a creature to recover. And indeed, it has not fully recovered; you cannot see it yourself, but I can see the tears in the wings it wears as braids, and the limp in its legs that prevent it from leaping, and the way its eyes flick about even out here on the safety of the open beach. It bears wounds in its body and its mind that medicine alone cannot heal, and I don't know what to do to help it.
But somehow, four potions had closed all the gashes in its body, and one single spray had healed the burns over its body and eased the twitching of its muscles. It is an unnatural level of regeneration that I cannot explain.
I do not know what this Pokemon is. I don't know what injured it so. I don't know why it didn't lash out in its anger and put my broken body into the ground. This is a creature of secrets that I know not even the shape of.
But it looked me in the eyes, and we know now we are inextricably bound to each other. It stood in front of me when Houndoom and its Houndour found me within the cave, and it buried Houndoom to protect me, crushing it below a stone that looks now like it always belonged, like the Pokemon did not summon it in the air and send it crashing down. It looked at me, and as our slitted eyes met each other, I knew; it trusted me.
So.
I am sorry, warm-hearted girl.
But I do not know you, and so these are not the words that I am going to say.