Broken

Chapter 19

It's been 2 weeks since Serena's contacted me. I know there's something going on, because she'd easily talk to me about anything. Anything may be a big word for it. Not anything and everything, maybe just... some. We'll go with that.

But seriously though - I don't even know who I'm talking to. Am I talking to you, brain? Am I even taking at all? No, I'm thinking, not talking.

Ugh! Fine. I'll text her. If she doesn't respond in a day, I'll do something else.

Me: Hey Serena... we haven't talked in two weeks. What's going on? Our English project is due next week, and I don't want to fail because you haven't been showing up.

"I know what can cheer me up," I smiled, as I put my phone down on my nightstand, my red and black case protecting it. "Gary and the boys are going to the old day arcade today. I can go beat them in one of those weird racing games, X-Men, maybe even Pac-Man.

Now thinking to myself I'd probably rather play Pokémon on my 3DS or something, but the socializing part is what makes it better. You can't go wrong beating a few people up in Street Fighter, though.

I sighed as I looked at the bracelet Mom gave me. After two weeks I still haven't opened the locket because I thought it would make me cry even more. Why? It could be a picture of our family all together happy...

Today I'm going to open it.

I promised myself that in two weeks, I have to open the locket, or I'll have bad luck forever.

I looked over at my phone, I saw a notification from Ash. Why was he still trying? Hasn't he given up on me, the girl who always gets bullied? I shed a few more tears as I simply let the screen darken on its own.

"Alright... 3... 2... 1..." I then opened up the locket.

I didn't see what I expected to see at all. I just saw a piece of notebook paper with a simple 6 words...

Never give up until it's over.

I then had a flashback of Ash telling me that several times. I looked at myself in my pink mirror.

"Why am I doing this to myself?" I asked out loud. "Why am I ignoring him?"

I then looked at my phone.

Ash: Please reply this time, I'm really concerned about you, Serena.

I can't.

I can't tell him everything, I can't show him how bad of a state I'm in right now. I haven't eaten for the past few days, and I've been having headaches constantly. Mostly, I was more worried about my Pokémon Cards than anything. I knew they were real Pokémon... maybe they could help me. Dad's off at work, anyways.

"Jirachi, Gardevoir, Ninetails, come on out!" I ordered. They were the only Pokémon cards around.

The cards started splitting into particles of the colors of the cards. They appeared in front of me, each eyeing me with fear and concern.

"Jirachi!"

"Gardevoir!"

"Ninetails!"

"Okay, okay. I know you guys think I'm stupid for not telling Ash, but can I please tell you guys the few reasons why I can't tell him?"

They all nodded in response, each looking doubtful that I'd be able to come up with any.

"First off, I don't want to drag him into this. I already know how worried he is, and... well, I don't want him to get even more depressed because I was depressed and la la la..."

Each of them looked at me weirdly.

"Jirachi.." (Serena..)

"What, Jirachi?"

"Jirachi, Jir Jira Jirachi Jira." (Serena, Ash is already depressed.)

"Well I don't want to make him even more depressed, okay?!" I yelled. "Ugh, just trust me! I know what I'm doing."

"Gardevoir, Garde Gardevoir Garde." (Serena, you're so angry. You realize that you're yelling, right?)

"I do! I'm sorry, it's better off for me being alone right now. You three, return!"

The particles of all different colors then appeared back in my hand, perfectly formed into what looked like brand new Pokémon Cards. I then put them on top of my binder.

"I might come back... sooner rather than later," I sighed, as I turned on the TV, and went to watch some Netflix.

Great. The remote was covered with tissues and water from tears. Hopefully it still works.