Hi! Me again. Part 5 of Summer Camp is now officially underway, so
don't forget
to read parts 1 to 4, and tell me what you think at
sarah.e.wilkinson@fsmail.net
I'm also gonna have the song ‘Losing Grip' by Avril Lavigne in
here, and I don't
own that, along with pokemon. I'm also going to have slightly
stronger language in this bit. I'd say the rating is PG/PG-13. I'm
sorry about how long it's taking me to write
stuff now. I have a big chess tournament coming up, and I'm really
busy with
other stuff too.

Started: 16/6/03 Finished: 26/7/03

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Summer Camp part five

Last time...

"You're doing it wrong, silly. Here, you do it like this." Misty
turned slightly
and demonstrated how you should hold your oar.
"Misty! WATCH OUT!" yelled Ash, as the boat teetered dangerously.
"AAARRRGGHHH!!!" screamed Misty as she fell out of the canoe,
hitting her head
on the way down, and knocking her unconscious. Her last thought
before the
darkness claimed was: ‘This really isn't my day...'

"No! Misty!" screamed Bianca, leaning over to try and see her. Ash
held out an
arm to stop her.
"Don't! If you lean like that, then we'll all go over!" Ash told
her, gently
pushing her back into her seat.
"Well, we have to do something!" yelled Butch. Ash nodded, and
raised himself to
his knees, steadying himself, whenever the boat rocked slightly.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Bianca cried.
"I'm going to get her!" he replied.
"Are you insane?!" Butch shouted at him.
"Probably, but I'm the best swimmer out of us! I'm going!" Ash
replied, and
taking a deep breath, he jumped off the side of the boat. Once
underwater, the
silence filled his ears. He began shivering, as the water was
cold, despite the
hot morning sun. He looked around for Misty, his heart pounding in
anxiety.
There! Misty's pale hand was just visible several metres down. He
rose back up
to the surface and, taking another breath, dived back down and
began to swim
after her. His hair floated in front of his eyes, clouding his
vision, and his
shoes were full of water. Ignoring the intense cold, he swam
onwards, never
removing his gaze from Misty, who was just visible through the
water. His lungs
were burning, and he stretched out a hand to grasp hold of her
arm, which was
nearest. His numb fingers closed around her arm, and he pulled her
up to his
level. Her red hair floated around her face, which was scarily
pale. Her eyes
were closed, and her mouth was slightly open, small streams of
bubbles expelling
from it as she breathed. Hugging her to him, he reached for her
pocket, feeling
that he would pass out if he didn't get some air into his lungs
soon. He removed
Aqua's pokeball and pressed the button on the front, releasing the
pokemon in a
flash of white light. She immediately saw the extremity of the
situation, and
extended her tail to Ash, who grabbed it. She swam towards the
surface, paddling
with desperation and determination. Ash secured his grip on the
two things he
was holding, Misty's waist and Aqua's tail, and focused his gaze
on the surface,
which was approaching rapidly. Seconds later, they reached the
surface. Ash
gasped for sweet air, and he was dimly aware of Bianca extending
her oar for him
to grab hold of, Butch yelling something, and Brock, Duplica, Gary
and Whitney
paddling frantically over to where they floated. Letting go of
Aqua's tail, Ash
grabbed the oar, and Bianca pulled him towards her, while Butch
paddled towards
the shore by himself. Once at the shore, Ash climbed onto the
banks, and
recalled Aqua. He laid Misty out on the grass and Bianca appeared
at his side.
"Misty..." she whimpered, rubbing away tears of fright and
anxiety. Ash pushed
his wet quills of hair out of his face, and took a great
shuddering breath.
Butch appeared on his other side.
"Misty? Wake up!" he patted her cheek desperately, his hand
shaking "Don't
leave..." Jo stood in front of them.
"What happened?!" she cried, falling to her knees next to Misty.
"She fell in, and Ash got her out, but she doesn't look to
great..." Bianca's
voice died away, tears welling up in her eyes again. Jo gasped.
"Okay...how long was she under?" Jo asked, lifting Misty's wrist
and checking
for her pulse.
"About a minute." Ash replied. Jo nodded, and a smile appeared as
she felt a
pulse under her fingers.
"She's still breathing, but I don't know what to do...Hold on,
I'll get the
nurse." Jo got up and hurried away through the growing crowd of
people around
them. Brock, Duplica, Gary and Whitney pushed their way to the
front and dropped
to the floor next to Misty.
"Is she gonna be alright?!" Whitney whispered, pushing Misty's
hair away from
her forehead. Ash nodded mutely and Brock patted him on the
shoulder.
"You did a great thing out there Ash." Everyone nodded and Ash
just shook his
head.
"I'll feel happier when she's okay. Hey, here comes Jo!" Jo
appeared at Misty's
side along with a woman who they recognized as the nurse.
"Goodness gracious! What happened?!" cried the nurse.
"She fell in! Ash got her out, and Jo went to fetch you! Can you
do something?!"
Duplica said loudly, her face pale. The nurse nodded and examined
Misty, whilst
Jo looked over her shoulder, biting her lip. Ash squeezed his eyes
shut and
tried to force back tears of fear that Misty wouldn't be alright.
He willed
himself to think that everything would be fine. He realised he was
still wet and
shivering uncontrollably. He opened his eyes and looked at Misty's
pale but
peaceful face. Whitney saw his red eyes, and patted him gently on
the back. The
nurse leaned back and cleared her throat to get their attention.
"She's breathing, but there's one sure-fire way to get her awake.
Now, who knows
how to do CPR?" A few people in the crowd recoiled slightly, and a
couple of
people mumbled ‘ew'. The nurse looked round to see two hands in
the air; Ash's
and Whitney's. They looked at each other.
"You go." said Whitney "It'll be less weird to be effectively
kissing the
opposite gender." Ash gave a weak smile. The nurse smiled and
clapped her hands.
"Okay then, Ash, was it? I'll let you take over from here." She
moved slightly
to let Ash get to Misty better. A few people in the crowd were
smirking in a not
unkind way, and there was a tiny giggle. Jo looked disapprovingly
at them. Ash
took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and gently opened Misty's
mouth. He took
another deep breath leaned over Misty and put his lips to hers. He
gently
breathed into her before leaning back, taking another deep breath
and repeating
the process. The crowd watched on in silence, each silently hoping
something,
anything, would happen. Ash leaned back once more and observed her
for a second.
It was barely discernable, but a slight colour had returned to her
cheeks.
Spurred on by this tiny sign, Ash continued to breathe into her,
ignoring
everyone around them. Duplica clutched Brock's hand for
reassurance. Brock felt
the feeling leave his fingers, and he smiled at Duplica, while
moving his hand
to a less painful position. Ash suddenly leaned back and stared at
Misty.
Everyone else concentrated on Misty too. Her chest was heaving and
she was
starting to cough. She turned onto her side and threw up some
river water onto
the grass. The nearby watchers shuffled away, and a few more ‘ew's
were heard.
Misty wiped her mouth and opened her eyes, looking around at her
friend's
worried faces. The nurse broke the silence.
"Well, I'm glad to see you're back with us." She smiled at Misty.
Misty blinked
and it all came rushing back - she had fallen into the lake, after
bashing her head on the canoe. After that was blackness. Gary
patted her gently on the shoulder.
"You had us worried for a moment there, Misty." He also smiled at
her. Misty gave a small smile back. She suddenly took a great,
shuddering breath, and began to cry. Duplica and Whitney moved
forward to hug her. Ash looked over at Butch, but he had
disappeared.
‘No big loss. But still, you'd think he'd be here for Misty.' Ash
nudged Brock, and voiced his thoughts. Brock also looked around
and spotted no sign of the dark haired boy.
"That's strange...He was here a minute ago." Brock rubbed his chin
thoughtfully
(IS HE STEALING MY THING?!?!?!?!?!) Ash nodded, bringing up his
mental list of stuff against Butch, and putting down ‘abandoning
Misty when she was upset'.
Meanwhile, Duplica and Whitney had helped Misty to her feet and
begun to help her towards the sick room for a lie down, as the
nurse had advised. Gary turned towards his friends.
"What's up?" he asked, noticing their faces.
"Butch is gone, and we're wondering why." Brock explained. Gary
looked around as well.
"So he is. That's weird, isn't it? I mean, if Duplica or Whitney
had fallen in, we'd want to be with them." Ash nodded.
"When can we see her?" asked Brock, directing this question at the
nurse.
"After she's got over the shock. Don't worry, she'll be fine." she
reassured them. She got up, dusting the grass blades from her
knees, and walking off in  the direction of the sick room after
the retreating backs of Misty, Duplica and
Whitney.

-=-=-The sick room, 2 hours later-=-=-

Butch knocked on the sick room door.
"Come in." came the invitation. He opened it. Misty was sitting on
the camp bed in the corner, a glass of water lying untouched on
the bedside cabinet beside her. She turned towards him.
"Hey." she said emotionlessly. Butch gave her a funny look.
"You okay?" he asked, picking up a nearby chair and setting it
next to the bed. He sat down. Misty shook her head.
"I've had better days." she replied, managing a feeble smile.
Butch smiled back. Misty sat up a little straighter.
"There was something I wanted to talk to you about..." she began,
her fists clenching unconsciously. The movement went unnoticed,
and Butch studied her pale, serious face.
‘Why do I have a bad feeling about this?' he thought, his stomach
tightening slightly.
"Well...I just think that...we aren't really going anywhere, and
we should just stop before one of us gets hurt..." she had kept
her eyes on the covers of the bed while she spoke, but now she
looked up at his face. It was unreadable, and no emotion showed in
his eyes. She took a deep breath and continued talking. "I mean, I
fall into a lake, and one of my friends comes to my rescue, while
you do nothing. And then, when I'm upset, you're nowhere in sight,
and once again my friends are comforting me. I just think...it
wasn't meant to be. I'm sorry." Misty had watched as his eyes
darkened while she spoke. He stood up quickly, knocking the chair
back with a crash, making Misty wince.
"Damn right you should be sorry! I've been nice to you ever since
I met you, and now you want to end because of some ‘feeling'?" his
face turned pink as he yelled. Misty's eyes watered.
"Butch, don't-"
"Shut up!" he cried "Just shut up! I know what this is about!
You're two-timing me with that brat Ash, aren't you?!"
"No! I never-" Butch cut her off again.
"SHUT UP! I always knew it! You don't complain to sleeping in his
bed! You give him more attention than me! You fall in a river in
the hope he'll give you the ‘kiss of life'! It all fits! I bet you
were scared I'd find out, so you decided to break it off with one
of us! What has he got that I haven't, huh?!" tears streamed from
Misty's cerulean eyes as she held up her hands in a feeble effort
to stem the flow of accusations.
"What are you talking about?! Ash is just my friend!"
"And I'm supposed to believe that?"
"Yes! Ask him yourself!"
"He'll just lie, and you know it!" Butch's fists had been clenched
while he spoke, and his knuckles were turning white. Misty mouthed
wordlessly, her face and sheets damp from salty streams of sorrow.
"Y'know what? I can't be here anymore! Just being here makes me
mad! I'll leave you here to be slut, and I'll go trouble someone
else, shall I?!" he stormed out of the room, slamming the door so
hard it bounced off its hinges and swung open again. Misty buried
her face in her hands and wept hard. After a few minutes of
relieving her distress, she remembered Whitney once telling her
about how she had sang when she was upset. Misty decided to give
it a try. One song immediately came to mind.
"Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby?" she sang, her
voice barely above a whisper "Right now I feel invisible to you,
like I'm not real" feeling a little better, her voice strengthened
a bit "Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you? Why'd you turn
away? Here's what I have to say I was left to cry there, waiting
outside there burning with a lost stare." Butch, who was outside
her door, his forehead resting against the wall, heard her voice.
He looked up in the direction of the door, but remained silent.
"That's when I decided why should I care? ‘Cuz you weren't there
when I was scared I was so alone. You, you need to listen
I'm starting to trip; I'm losing my grip and I'm in this thing
alone." her tears had run dry, leaving only glistening patches on
her cheeks. Her secret listener kept his gaze trained on the door.
"Am I just some chick you place beside you to take somebody's
place? When you turn around can you recognize my face? You used to
love me, you used to hug me But that wasn't the case everything
wasn't okay I was left to cry there, waiting outside there burning
with a lost stare." Misty was actually quite a good singer, and
Butch found himself anxious to hear the rest of the song. "That's
when I decided why should I care? 'Cuz you weren't there when I
was scared I was so alone, you, you need to listen I'm starting to
trip, I'm losing my grip and I'm in this thing alone." Butch's
good side started to feel bad for her, and maybe he shouldn't have
been so hard on her; before his other side told him to just get
out of there. He ignored both of them and stayed where he was.
"Crying out loud, I'm crying out loud, crying out loud, I'm crying
out loud. Open your eyes! Open up wide! Why should I care? 'Cuz
you weren't there when I was scared I was so alone. Why should I
care? 'Cuz you weren't there when I was there I was so alone. Why
should I care? If you don't care then I don't care, we're not
going anywhere. Why should I care? 'Cuz you weren't there when I
was there, I was so alone. Why should I care? If you don't care
then I don't care, we're not going anywhere." she finished the
song and sighed, as she thought about how true it was. Outside her
door, Butch silently walked away and left the building.



End of part five

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HALLELUJAH! I FINISHED IT! I'm sooooooooooooooo sorry it took so
long! I just had terrible writers block, and I recently finished
Year 8, and I've been in Cornwall for the last few days. Am I
pathetic at excuses or what? Anyhoo, I felt a bit sad when I wrote
Misty and Butch's argument, ‘cos I hate arguing myself. Anyhoo,
I'm hoping to put the Truth or Dare Game in in the next chapter.

Luv Sarah the Swinub