Haunted Heart
by Misty (CeruleanChick25@aol.com)

Part 1



Disclaimer: Pokemon is not mine! How many times do I have to say it?
A/N: Well my second fic I'm posting on the Pokemon Tower Library ^_^ I hope ya like it!
Luv,
~Misty~

She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the tears from her cheeks. As soon as she did, more tears poured down her face. She had been crying almost non-stop for the past week.

Sure I have been through many tough times in the past, but I always pulled through. I had my pokemon and my friends behind me. But what do you do when it seems like you're life has come to a point where you see no reason to live anymore? What do you do then?
For the past week everyone have been treating me like a widow, and in a way they're right.

My name is Misty Waterflower and one week ago my boyfriend and his mother have been murdered.

~*~Flashback~*~

Misty ran out of the shower and dripping all over the carpet answered the ringing telephone.
"Hello?" she breathed, catching her breath.
"Misty,"
"Ash?" she asked slightly confused. "I just saw you a couple of minutes ago. Did you forget to tell me something? Ash? What's wrong?"
"Misty, just shut up and listen. I have something important to tell you"
She closed her mouth startled. Ash had never spoken to her like that.
"I-"
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
The line went dead and the dial tone buzzed in her ear.
"Ash? Hello?" she cried.
She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at the Caller ID. It read "Delia Ketchum 765-9746". She dressed faster than she ever did in her entire life and ran as fast as she could to the Ketchum residence. Silently she cursed herself for staying at a hotel instead of Ash's house. At the time she thought it would be good for Ash to have some time with his mom, now she wished she hadn't.
The front door of the house was slightly ajar, which was weird because usually Mrs. Ketchum would either close the door completely or leave it open for the fresh air to blow in. But she dismissed it.
"Ash? Mrs. Ketchum?" she called walking inside. She walked into the living room and her heart practically stopped. Mrs. Ketchum was sprawled on the couch. Her hair was pulled out of the usual neat ponytail and hung loosely, her blouse was pulled open showing her bra and all the buttons were gone. At first she thought it was an accessory, a fancy red lace. But then she realized it was blood. Mrs. Ketchum has been shot. Three bullets were planted in her chest and she didn't have to come any closer to know that Mrs. Ketchum was dead.
"Ash?" she cried in panic, her mind spinning "Ash?"
She stumbled out of the room and into the kitchen. Empty. Struggling to clear her head she raced upstairs. All the rooms were empty. For a moment she thought that maybe he got away, but no. She had that sinking feeling deep inside her. She didn't know why but she walked to the window. It was like something was pulling her. At first she didn't see anything unusual, but then she spotted something in Mrs. Ketchum's garden. She raced downstairs and around the house. When she saw what it was, she turned stone cold. It was Ash, laying face down on the ground crushing Mrs. Ketchum's precious tulips and dandelions, the phone a few feet away from him. She let out a strangled cry. There was a bullet hole in the back of his head. He was dead too.

AshMrs. Ketchumdeadphonecallimportantdeadgardenflowersshe'll never see them againdeadbulletshotbloodmurdered

It was all too much for her. Her head was spinning, everything around was bright red and her vision was fuzzy on the edges. Her ears were ringing and she thought she was going to black out. Ignoring everything she turned and ran. Ran all the way to the police station, never looking back.

~*~End Flashback~*~

It was her turn, but she'd rather it wasn't. She stepped forward. Two coffins were before her. Ash lay in the first one, Mrs. Ketchum in the second. Both of them were dressed in fancy clothes, Mrs. Ketchum had make up on.
'She didn't even wear make up when she was alive' Misty thought bitterly. Then stepped forward toward Ash's coffin.

This was the time to say goodbye. But in a way we were just saying hello. Ash and I have been going out for only a couple of weeks. It wasn't fair. Everyone I ever loved or cared about always left me. My mom and dad. A car accident. My sisters. Violet. Cancer. Daisy. Raped. Lily. Drowned. Brock. Disappeared. Mrs. Ketchum was like a mother to me and now she was gone too. And Ash. He promised me he'd never leave me. He promised.