Pokemon attempting to catch: Magikarp (Easiest)
Character Count: 3796
Notes: I'm Australian so I have words like "colour" and "Mum" instead of "color" and "Mom"
Dusk. The doors will be locked soon. I wait, concealed in the bushes. Click, Click, Click. Peace at last. I stand on the artificial island, pushing my knotted hair to one side. I glance out at the pond, waiting, watching. I glance at the water beneath me. No ripples. I see my face in the reflection. It brings back memories. Memories...
I see myself as a young man. I look happy. I'm with someone. A girl. Who is she? She turns. I see her face. Caitlin? The word just appears in my head. Who is Caitlin? She must be the girl. Wait, Caitlin was...
A Magikarp darts past, destroying my memories, creating ripples. My hand shoots out and grabs it. Its slimy texture is making me even hungrier. I drag it further inland, and devour it ravenously. I have heard people who visit this place say that Magikarp is useless, but it is the tastiest meal I have ever eaten. I throw its bones into the lake, where the Goldeen nibble at the small chunks of meat I couldn't get out. I don't have dessert. I never do. The only other food I can reach from this island is Goldeen flesh, and it is slimy and disgusting. Intrigued, I return to the lake and gaze at my reflection. The memories come flooding back...
I'm with the girl, Caitlin, again. We are eating together. The food looks delicious. My mouth waters. It looks like Magikarp meat wrapped in white grubs and leaves. We are feeding it to each other using small sticks. I drop one and we both laugh. We look like we are having a great time.
Another fish darts through the water. I am hungry again, after seeing so much food. I reach out to grab it, and a Goldeen's horn impales my arm. I yell in agony and scramble back into the bushes. There is a huge hole through my left hand. Blood is spurting everywhere. There is only one thing I can do. I dig desperately at a patch of soil. The stone knife I use if anyone comes to the island is lying there, bloodstained. I grab it, aim, and chop. My left hand falls to the floor. I yell louder than ever, and quickly grab some leaves and vines. I tie as many leaves as I can to the amputated stump and try to sleep off the pain.
Dawn. The doors open and people rush in, wanting to get a look at the wildlife. Nobody seems to pay attention to the Magikarp or Goldeen, and I get reckless. My stomach is grumbling so loudly, and my belly feels completely empty. One hand won't hurt, just one little hand...
"Mum!" a boy yells, "A hand just came out of the island and grabbed a Magikarp!"
"You were probably just imagining it," says his mother.
"No," he says, "it was a person's hand!"
"It must've just been a zookeeper, cleaning the fish," she says.
The boy argues, but his mother manages to find excuses. I was lucky only an insignificant young boy saw me. If a trustworthy person saw me I would be discovered and thrown in prison. I have to be more careful. I lie in the bushes and sleep.
When I awaken, the moon is shining on my face. I crawl down to the water, not for food, but because I want to remember. About Caitlin. My eyes look dreary as I drop into the world of memories...
Caitlin and I are sitting on a hill. She looks at me, a grim stare on her face.
"Jordan, I need to tell you something. Something important."
"Yes?" I say.
"I'm psychic." she says sadly.
"What, so you can read my mind?" I say jokingly.
"No, it's not that," she says, "I can move things with my mind, but I can't control it. It only happens when I feel great emotions, like anger, or sadness, or..."
"Love," I finish for her. Tears stream down her face.
"I'm sorry, but I have to leave you," she cries.
I see my face. I look heartbroken. I collapse, and she walks away.
I rock back with a jolt. Then it hits me. I've got nothing left to live for. I grab the stone knife and plunge it straight through my heart.