Hi, y’all! This is bullfrog9143 and my first time actually writing fan fiction, so please respond. 
This story is about what happens when misty goes too far and pushes ash over the edge. It just so 
happens that this is the first and only song to ever make me cry. Plus it is a one shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon in any way, shape, form, or fashion. Or in any peanut butter. 
Or this song for that matter.



Whiskey Lullaby





She put him out 
Like the burning end of a midnight cigarette 
She broke his heart 
He spent his whole life trying to forget 

	He couldn’t believe she had done that to him. He had finally told her his true feelings, 
and she had shunned him, telling him that she didn’t love him. She had also ended their 
friendship. It had pushed him over the edge. “Misty,” he whispered, “why did you do it?” He 
needed to forget her, but it hurt him so much.


We watched him drink his pain away 
A little at a time 
But he never could get drunk enough 
To get her off his mind 
Until the night... 

	He had been drinking ever since that night, trying to dull the pain and dismiss the 
thoughts he had of her. Brock had tried to help him, but he couldn’t get through. The only one 
with a chance was Misty, but it was too late. Ash began to think life wasn’t worth living 
anymore, and everyone knew it. Except her. That night he went into his room and locked the 
door. He pulled the gun out of his bottom drawer, where he had hidden it ever since he had 
bought it a few days ago.
 
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger 
And finally drank away her memory 
Life is short, but this time it was bigger 
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees 

	Brock and Mrs. Ketchum had been sitting in the kitchen discussing how to end Ash’s 
depression when they heard the gunshot. They rushed up the stairs only to find Ash dead on his 
bed with a note. The note said, “I’m sorry y’all have to endure this, but it is the only way. I have 
no reason to carry on. Remember me and who I could have become. I love all of you, especially 
you Misty, even though you can’t return it. Goodbye.”

They found him with his face down in the pillow 
With a note that said, "I'll love her til I die." 
And when we buried him beneath the willow 
The angels sang a whiskey lullabye 
La la la la la la la 
La la la la la la la 
La la la la la la la 
La la la la la la la 
 
	At the funeral, all of Ash’s relatives and close friends were there, as well as Misty. She 
was sitting down on a bench crying when Brock approached her. He started to console her when 
she opened up to him. “I know it’s all my fault. I drove him over the edge, and he killed himself. 
Why did I have to lie when he told me he loved me? I loved him with all my heart. If only I had 
told him.”

The rumors flew 
But nobody knew how much she blamed herself 
For years and years 
She tried to hide the whiskey on her breath 

	She knew how it would probably end, but she did it anyway. She started drinking, for 
the same reasons, she sobbed, he did. She was the one who had found Ash’s gun and kept it. 
And she started to think.

She finally drank her pain away 
A little at a time 
But she never could get drunk enough 
To get him off her mind 
Until the night... 

	She finally decided she needed to be with Ash, away from the world where nothing 
meant anything to her anymore. She took his gun out and loaded it. She was going out the way 
he did. She took the picture off of her bedside table and held it tight, mouthing the words, “I 
love you.”
 
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger 
And finally drank away his memory 
Life is short, but this time it was bigger 
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees 

	No one was there to hear the gunshot. In the morning when her sisters came back to the 
Gym, they found her. Along with the picture was a note with one sentence on it. “ I need to be 
with Ash.

They found her with her face down in the pillow 
Clinging to his picture for dear life 
They laid her next to him beneath the willow 
While the angels sang a whiskey lullabye 

	At her funeral, everybody was there that she was close to. They buried her next to Ash, 
where she wanted to be, and Misty’s last thought came true. She was with Ash.

La la la la la la la 
La la la la la la la 
 
La la la la la la la 
La la la la la la la 
 
La la la la la la la 
La la la la la la la 
 
La la la la la la la 
La la la la la la la





So, how did you like it? I hope you didn’t mind all of the y’all’s. When you’re from Texas you 
have to add things like that. Please E-mail at bullfrog9143@tx.rr.com. Thank you! AAMRN 
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