CABIN 109
PART 1
BY GOLDENHEART



"NOO!!! Ash heard the telephone hit the ground with an ear-shattering clank. Stunned, Ash dropped the magazine he had been reading, and glanced into the kitchen, where the noise had come from. Not a second later, he witnessed Misty collapse onto the hard linoleum, screamng and crying, sobbing profusely into her hands. Brock leapt from the couch and stood beside Ash, a sort of surprised look on his face. Misty had completely and utterly broken down.
Ash rushed into the kitchen, Brock following. Ash knelt down next to his sobbing friend, and gently took her hand away from her face. Red streaks stained her soft cheeks, and the whites of her eyes were
terribly blood-shot. Her eyes weren't the same.
The emotion was gone.
They seemed - empty.
Her flaming red hair stuck to her sweat-covered face. She pulled away from Ash's grip and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to keep the tears away, but they continued to roll down her face.
Ash put his arms around her and lifted her to her feet. Ash nearly had to hold her up, since she didn't put forth much of an effort to stand.
She just swayed limply on her feet.
"Misty, what the hell is it?" Brock asked from behind them. Misty gazed drearilly from Brock, and then back to Ash. Suddenly, she threw
herself towards him, wrapping her arms tightly around his middle.
She cried loudly into his black t-shirt. 'She must not know what she's
doing.' Ash thought. It was the only logical answer he could think of. Without thinking, Ash moved his hands from her shoulders, to her hair, running his fingers through her long, red locks. "A-Ash. . ." Misty whispered through her harsh sobs. She squeezd him even tighter, using him to hold herself up. "Ash, m-my sister Lilly. s-shes . . .Dead."


Just thinking about that day sent a chill through him. It was merely one of the memories he'd rather forget. And yet, it stuck out in his head like a sore thumb.
He tried deperately to put it all behind him, but he just couldn't. And it sucked.
Then there was the funeral. He couldn't stand the sight of Misty crying, yet alone having a complete breakdown.
After the funeral, though, stuck out most.
It was the first time Ash had really confronted Misty.
Really connected with her in a deep, emotional way.. .


Ash trudged out of the church, in a state of deepest depression.
He loosened his solid black tie, which had been cutting into his skin all during mass.
He pulled open the double doors, which led to the parkig lot. He saw many people, some he didn't even know, some he thought he might have recognized from somewhere, and some leading others to their cars,
crying loudly. The breeze felt good, especially after being cooped up in a church for an hour and a half,
sitting on a hard, wooden chair. Ash's black tux he had been wearing was now wrinkled, and his shoes now hurt his feet. Ash slipped off his coat, and slung it over his shouder.
The sky was painted an ugly color of gray, and the sun hid behind the clouds.
That's when he spotted Misty.
She wore a long black dress, and high-heels. The only part of her that was in color, was her flaming red hair, in which she had tied back in a pony-tail. She was. . . Absolutely beautiful.
She leaned against the large stone wall, staring blankly out into the ocean. 'Better talk to her' Ash thought, making his way across the parking lot. He stood beside her, watching her, with those emotionless eyes, stare out into the clear waters.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Misty asked softly, keeping her eyes fixed on the ocean.
She held a single red rose in her left hand, rolling it between her fingers.
"It is," Ash whispered back. "Very beautful."
"Lilly loved the ocean.. . . She loved it more than anything." Misty choked back a tear.
"Ash, have you ever thought about. . .. . .j-just ending it?" Ash was floored. The Misty he knew never thought about things like
that. Especially suicide. "Uh. . I guess." Ash was lieing horibbly.
"What I mean is, uh , Misty, I think everybody thinks about that sort of thing at least once."
Ash struggled to think of what to say next.
"But Misty, If you think about stuff like that, you'll never get over this. . . I know it's hard for you Misty, trust me, I know-b-but please, never think like that. You'r such a good person, Misty. Your nice, loving, and- well . . .Beautiful."
At this, Misty, for the first time today, smiled. Another tear ran down her cheek.
"So many people need you, Misty. Brock needs you, your familly needs you . . .I need you." Misty gently wrapped her arms around him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. "Thank you so much, Ash. . ." Misty said, sobbing. "I need you, too." Misty gently kissed Ash on the cheek, and placed her rose in his breast pocket.
Ash smiled and chuckled. "Bye Lilly. . ." Misty said to the ocean.
And Ash led Misty away, his arm drapped over her shoulder.

All this,
Lilly's death, the funeral- It all happened just a month ago.
Even now, it seems like Misty has never quite gotten over the tragedy of her sister's death. She wasn't like she was when it first happened, thank god. But still, she moped around, usually
keeping to herself. Her outgoing personality was slowly diminishing. But worst of all though, was that on some nights, Ash could swear that he hears Misty silently sobbing to herself, curling into a ball underneath her sleeping bag. The truth was, It killed him. He wanted desperately to
confront her again, like at the funeral, but he was just- scared. Plain terrified.


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The idea to leave Pallet town came to Brock one afternoon, just outside Burger Palace. All three of them had bought a small cheeseburger, but Misty was the only one without a half-devoured burger. She just sat, head down, fiddling with her napkin. It was strange, since Misty was once considered the fast food queen.
"Leave?" Ash asked, a tone of surprise in his voice. "What do you mean Brock?"
Brock sat down his burger, and wiped his mouth with the tip of his napkin.
"You know, just get away for a while. . . . take a little vacation."
Ash thought of this for a moment.
Brock motioned for Ash to lean closer.
"Just between you and me Ash," Brock whispered, "I think Misty needs a break. Look at her, she just mopes around all the time, and stares off into space.. . .She needs to get away from all these old memories, and away from this town. At least for a while."
Ash glanced over at Misty, who was wearing a plain expression, just staring into nothiness. Ash turned back to Brock.
"I'm in. . ." Ash whispered back. "What about you, Misty?" She didnt bother moving. She sighed deeply, and muttered a feeble, "I geuss."
With a grin, Ash turned back to Brock.
"Any suggestions?"
"I have one," Brock proclaimed, "My uncle Ron, he owns a ski resort up in Traviston. It's about three hundred miles away, but, He'll probably let us stay for free. Besides that, there's skiing, snow-boarding, and a ton of other stuff to do."
"Sounds great!" Ash exclaimed happilly. "When can we leave?"
"Well, IF my uncle let's us, we could probably leave in the next four or five days. "
Ash couldn't healp a grin spread wide across his face.

Two days later, Ash, Misty and Brock found themselves sitting in the lobby of a Comfort Inn, awaiting the phone call of Brock's Uncle. Ash listended intently to the rythmic tick- tick of the lobby clock. It has felt like hours already. Finally the ringing of the phone came, startling the hell out of them. Ash crossed his fingers, as Brock moved slowly towards the phone. There seemed to be complete silence, except the ringing of the phone. Brock picked up the reciever. "Hello?" After minutes of chatter, Brock hung the phone up, and turned to Ash and Misty.
"Good news guys!" Brock exclaimed loudly, "We leave in the morning!"


END PART 1
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