10th January 2003, 07:52 PM #1
Goronda Type Vice-Webmaster
Untitled - my first pkmn short story in a long time
A monologue from Ai/Amber's point of view.
I hear your tears, daddy.
They're dripping down your cheeks, falling on the floor. You're looking at me, I know. You can't tell that I know – you think I can't realize it. Everyone do. Everyone think that if you look at me, I won't be aware of it.
Then again, that's not really surprising, isn't it? I mean, you all think there's nothing left of me. Just a stupid body in a box you are all crying over.
You are all so blind. I'm still there, you know. I'm there, and I watch. I know what you are all doing. Mom has been crying, and crying, and crying. And are you there to take care of her? No, you aren't. You're drowning yourself in your own sorrow instead of protecting her, like you swore you'd always do.
You aren't taking care of her, because you are too busy trying to replace me.
You're insane, you know, dad. Your daughter is dead, whether you like it or not. Even if you create a new girl that's just like me, she won't be me.
She won't ever be me, because I'm still here. She can't be me, because I am me, and I am here. You are just wasting your time.
You curl up on the floor. It's not working, but you don't plan to give up on this. Your pet project. You can't deal with me being dead. You want me, alive. You want me, with you. But you don't realize I really am still here.
You know dad, most girls would really like to have a father who loved them so much as you loved me.
But at least, most girls get noticed by their father. Oh, sure. Say you aren't noticing me because I'm not here. Because I'm dead.
Without all your science, maybe you'd be able to see me. Maybe I could ease your pain. Maybe, if you didn't think so much about what you have seen proven, and thought more about what your heart tell you, maybe if you did so we could still be together.
Mother left, you know? She told you. But I don't think you heard her. You were too busy trying to create a new me. Another me, when you won't even pay attention to the me that's still there.
It's so…sad, really.
I see you smile. It has been a long time, dad.
So you are on the verge of success. Your new creation, everything seems to be working so well…
And your new daughter is about to be finished, too. So…strange. I feel her coming into being. I feel me coming into being. You think your dream is about to be fulfilled, don't you daddy?
I'm afraid not. I really wish it could be otherwise.
Don't mistake me daddy. I don't hate you. I'm not doing this for hate.
I'm not doing this because I want to hurt you. I'm not even choosing to do it. You just didn't realize there's more to a human than genetics. You wanted a perfect copy of me – in body as well as soul.
Did you even stop to realize that a soul that's a perfect copy of my soul would be the soul of a dead person?
Your new me is dead before she even come to live, daddy. Because she's just like me in soul. And my soul is a dead soul, free of body.
Don't cry, dad.
She's in a place where there's no pain, no hunger, no cold. She won't suffer now. She's in a place where there's only regret and waiting.
At least now we can wait together.
Last edited by Evil Figment; 4th February 2003 at 10:38 PM.
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