hehehe the abbreviation for this fic is Hus and my phone keeps putting it as Husband and I cant stop laughing XD ANY WAY
WARNINGS: past mentions of self harm, and more child Abuse/neglect and pokemon abuse.
SORRY IN ADVANCE
i love your reveiws they make me really happy ;-;000also why do we like this dark shit, idek but im still gonna write it.
It was dark, he couldnt see...he felt eyes watch him from all angles.
where was he?
why couldnt he remember anything.
Thats his name.. But who was that? someone was calling him..
They sounded kind, their voice ruff but caring.
I can protect you.
It sounded firmiliar, where had he heard it before.
Find me Spark, I can keep you safe.
The sound of static quickly assaulted his ears, his heart beatting so loud he could hear it..
YOu CAnT hIDE SParK~
Tears were in his eyes, the static was getting louder and louder.
"please please, stop, please"
The voice was diffrent, it was loud and strong, barely braking through the white noise.
SPARK?! wake up, come on.
He had to wake up?
hadnt he already been awake?
there was a hand on his shoulder, it hurt.
Blanche, the professor and Candela had all been taking shifts watching over Spark in his sleep.
He had a minor concussion and had to be monitored incase somthing happened.
of course something had to happen while Candela, the only one without any medical knowledge was on watch.
First it was just movement, him rolling over or shifting, then he started mumbling.
It wasnt conserning, until she heard what he was saying.
"please, please, stop please"
He started to react voilently, shifting and turning, tears cascaded down his cheeks.
She had noooo fucking clue what to do.
Wake him up seemed obvious.
Somthing is wrong.
" SPARK?!, COMON WAKE UP BUDDY"
"Spark!! come on, you're fine come on "
He was flailing, his arms lashing out to fight an invisable enemy, tears contined to come down his face like a water fall and whimpers of fear escaping his throat.
"n-no im sorry, didn' mean to, I wont run anymore, im' sorry please, NO NO IT HURTS, PLEASE"
Suddenly he was yelling out, his arms hitting Candela.
She had to do somthing.
"shit, hang on Spark, please"
She ran out of the room shouting.
WARNINGS, IM SO SORRY BUT I DID THIS.
SELF HARM (PAST)
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS (KINDA PAST KINDA NOT)
ABUSE OF POKEMON AND CHILDREN.
Spark cried and screamed, he felt like he was 7 again.
His mother yelling and screaming while she kicked and hit him, his father throwing his failed experiments at him and blaming him for his failure.
He remebered them doing the same to their pokemon, how they treated him and them as objects that were disposable, because to them, thats what they were.
The organization thats what he was.
An free subject to their inhumanly torturous experimentation.
It hurt, he wouldnt lie, it haunted him.
It never left his mind.
He still had scars along his body, most from his experience with his parents organization, others made from his broken mind.
He hated being weak, and they made him hate himself with every hit, ever new injury, all of the scars only proving their point.
He had wanted to die, but that would make him weak.
His self inflicted scars showing how little control he had, he wanted to controle somthing.
And if that thing was his own death?
So be it.
If all he could controle was his own ending, then he would.
No one would miss him, right?
Mom and Dad would think it a gift, the organization would simply move on to a new subject, he was sure no one would care.
Spark?!, Wake up!
who was that?...
Candela! get the-...Wait where is-...what-...for...not now?!They sounded scared, why?
Who were they, he felt like he should know.
Spark looked up as he felt a warmth on his arms.
The darkness around him became grey,
then all faded into white...
uuugghhhhhh i am tiered, i pulled this one outta no where to be honest.Had a weird dream and incorperated into this.so hereinjoy my angst shit.
SORRY I KNOW ITS SHORT BUT IM GETTING WRITERS BLOCK ILL TRY MY BEST