Part 2

Misty sighed and closed her book. There was no point in trying to read, she just couldn't concentrate on the words. Reaching over she grabbed the TV remote, then turned the TV on as she tried to get comfortable on the couch.
The nine o'clock news came on.
"And it has been a week since the funeral of Ash Ketchum, a pokemon trainer from Pallet Town and his mother Delia Ketchum" said the perky, blonde news anchor who's name was Heather, according to the bottom of the screen. "The police still have not found the murderer"
The image of Heather was replaced with scenes from Ash's funeral and Misty was once again staring at herself standing next to Ash's open coffin crying. She cringed at the memory.

Why does this keep happening to me? My mom and dad died when I was only six when their car was driven off the road by a drunk driver. My sisters, alright, Violet died more or less from a natural cause. But Daisy was raped by some maniac she didn't even know when she was walking home from her dance class. And Lily had drowned in our own pool. She hit her head on the diving board. Brock, one of my best friends, has disappeared when he went up into the mountains one day to look for some rock pokemon. Ash's mother Delia, one of the nicest people I ever met, is now dead too. And Ash my second best friend, and the love of my life, had been murdered in his own house. I've been talking to him when he got shot, for Christ's sake! Officer Jenny said the person had probably used a silencer, which would explain why I hadn't heard a gunshot. Not like it makes me feel any better. I lay awake at night thinking about him, wondering what it was that he wanted to tell me. I see his face every time I close my eyes, it's driving me crazy I want him back so much. I only now realized how much he really meant to me as a best friend and as a boyfriend. What's that saying, "You never know what true love is until it's gone"? Or something like that. It doesn't matter. You know that feeling when it feels like someone's tearing your heart apart? Well that's what I'm feeling right now, and what I've been feeling every single day since Ash died. Died. God, I still can't believe that he's dead. Ash out of all people. He had done nothing but good his entire life. I can't even count how many times he helped complete strangers. So why him? Why Ash? Why my Ash?

The ringing of the telephone had jerked her out of her troubled thoughts and she ran to answer it.

It was Tracey. Again. He had been calling at least once every day to check on me ever since he found out about Ash. It wasn't only him either. Professor Oak, Melody, Jessie and James. Yes, even they were shocked by Ash's death. Even Gary had called. I kind of feel sorry for Gary thought. He had been nothing but mean to Ash and he never got a chance to tell him he was sorry. And now he never will.

Misty had ended the conversation with Tracey as fast as she could and returned back to the couch. She was about to change the channel when a commercial caught her attention.
"Have you ever wanted to disappear, make that someone special notice you, or have you just lost someone you want back?" the brunette on the screen was saying. She was dressed in a long purple dress and was holding a book in her hands. It was a large book with a hard cover, framed with metal on the edges.
"With all the spells and incantations in this book you can do practically anything. 49.99 is a small price to pay for your wildest thoughts and dreams, so don't waste any time and order yourself a copy right now" the brunette continued.
Misty stared at the screen as if she was mesmerized. She didn't really believe in magic. She didn't believe in a lot of things now. But the though that it might, that it just might bring Ash back was too much. She rushed to the phone and dialed the number that flashed on the TV screen.
"Um, yes I would like to order a copy of 'Magic'" she spoke into the phone "Do you have rush delivery available?...Tonight?...That would be great. Thank you" Then after telling the receptionist her address and credit card information she hung up.
Misty then looked down at herself. She was a complete mess. She was standing barefoot, wearing sweatpants and a white tank top with a stain on it. She looked into the mirror on the wall. Her hair was down and it looked like it hasn't been brushed in weeks. Her face was stained with tears and mascara.
She sighed. She couldn't even remember the last time she looked like this. She always made sure she looked nice, especially since the reporters could corner her when she least expected it.
She ran upstairs, threw off her clothes and jumped into a shower. Then when she got out, she put on a clean pair of shorts and a tank top and brushed her wet hair. Just as she was coming downstairs her doorbell rang. She jumped over the last three steps and rushed to open the door. Just as she suspected a package was on her doorstep. She grabbed it and settled down with it on the floor of her hallway.
Misty tore the packing paper off and surely a large book with the words 'Magic' on the front cover was inside. She flipped it open and ran her finger down the table of contents until she found what she was looking for. Then she flipped some pages of the book and stopped on the one with the heading 'Resurrection' on it. There was a list of the things she would need in order to complete the incantation.
In a short amount of time Misty had collected everything she needed and sat down with all of it on the floor of her living room.
"Put the candles in a circle and light them one by one clockwise" she murmured softly. Carefully not to burn herself she lit the candles, then turned back to the book.
"Place the picture of the person you wish to resurrect in the center of the circle"
Slowly she picked up a picture of Ash and held it close to her chest for a few seconds. It was the last picture she ever took of him. He was laying on his stomach with Pikachu on his shoulder and smiled brightly at Misty. A tear ran down her cheek.

Oh what I wouldn't do to bring you back...

Carefully she placed the picture in the center of the burning circle.
"Now, read the incantation and drop the rose petals on the picture one by one"
She took a deep breath and began reading. The book said to read the incantation three times, then close your eyes and wait. She did as the book said and closed her eyes slowly.

What am I doing? Magic. Ha, what a joke! This is just another way for people to make money off others like me. I must've really gone off the deep end. Ash is dead and there's nothing I can do about it.

Just as she thought that a strong gust of wind blew at her face and her eyes snapped open. The flame on the candles was dancing wildly and the rose petals were blown all over the floor. She snatched the photograph of Ash off the floor and held it close, afraid it would be blown away. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and she shielded her eyes with her hand. When she opened them again there was a figure in front of her.
"Ash?" she gasped.