Phantanimus

I opened my eyes slowly. "I've had enough of this world," I said quietly, turning my face into the mud. My body remained on the ground. I couldn't even stand. As I lay there, alone and helpless, I could feel the rain begin to softly touch me. My head was pounding and I felt pain in other parts of my body as well. The only thing I could do was contemplate my situation and try to figure out what to do. Earlier that morning, I had eaten breakfast and walked to school, as usual. It was Friday the 13th, so my mother told me to be wary of ghost pokemon and other kids who might want to play cruel pranks. The other kids picked on me for my fascination with ghost pokemon in particular. Every day after school, I'd go to the abandoned mansion on the hill to see if I could find any ghost type pokemon. Today was no exception, only this time, I was followed. Clouds were beginning to gather and I heard the sound of thunder in the distance. I had made my way up to the very top of the hill, to the mansion. After a slope that gently curves to form the hill, it stops and turns into a sharp cliff that overlooks a vast forest. It was a magnificent sight. Unfortunately, this would be the last thing I would see before falling. I was hypnotized by the view when suddenly, I felt hands on my back give a swift push. I stumbled forward and fell. The next thing I know, I'm lying on the ground in the forest. My body felt numb. I struggled to lift my head to observe the damage that had been done. I couldn't open my right eye, but I could see that my left arm was completely broken. I couldn't believe what happened. I faced the ground. "I've had enough of this world," I said quietly to myself. After what seemed like hours, I felt something touch my hand. I was somehow able to look up at whatever it was that came to my side. It was a balloon pokemon, Drifloon, I think. It tugged at my hand. By some miracle, I slowly got to my feet. It kept pulling on my hand, as if it was telling me to follow it. And so I did. It led me further into the dark, misty forest. The further we went in, the heavier the fog became. Eventually, I couldn't see 2 inches in front of my face, but i could still feel the balloon holding my hand, guiding me. Within minutes, I was fully engulfed by the mist. It was at that moment, I believed I stopped existing.

I hope I posted this correctly. I'm phantanimus on the yellow server. I drew Shaymin using pencil and watercolor.