A/N: It's finally here! I know you've been dying haven't you? I know, I know, I'm not that dumb. Anyways, I'm really excited about this story, I have some awesome things planned for this! Just a heads up, Silver in this fic is manga Silver, just to be clear. And Blue is the female. I can't believe I'm actually writing a multi-chapter! This is kinda crazy for me, cuz just the first chapter if this is longer than any of the previous oneshots I've done. Well I guess I should stop ranting now and let you read!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Pokemon Adventures manga or any of its characters. I do own Aurora Herz and the cover.

He sat in a corner, back facing me, hiding his face. He was surrounded with empty black space. The boy's knees were pushed close to his chest and both of his arms hugged them tightly. I took a step forward. *thump* I stepped back, confused. There was a cool, invisible force preventing me from getting any closer.

"Glass?" I whispered. The boy suddenly started to drift farther away into the inky blackness.

"No!" The screech erupted from my lips as I reached in a futile attempt to grab the plummeting figure. Although my mind knew that my grasp wouldn't reach him, my body grabbed at him desperately. In the act, my foot failed to make contact with a solid surface, sending me into a rapid spiral into the unknown abyss. Fear gripped me as I freefell, stripping my voice, leaving my mouth pathetically agape.

My eyes shot open as my body flung up to be perpendicular with my bed. My shivering arm still reached out to catch the falling victim. A cold sweat coated my body and my breaths were short and fast. Trying to process what just happened and where I was, my mind and eyes darted everywhere frantically.

"Second time this week…" The breath I didn't know I was holding released and my back collapsed to a slouch. I guess I should properly introduce myself. My name is Aurora Herz. Just an average fifteen year old girl; long, wavy orange hair (okay maybe not that normal…), hipster geek glasses, 'healthy' skinny, converse, you get the idea. But there one, er, not-so-normal thing about me. Ever since I was little, I have been able to sense deep pain in people's hearts. As with any special ability, it can be a blessing or a curse. Whenever I sense pain, I want to help the person so badly, it almost hurts me. I would just be the happiest person if I could help everyone, but there's one major roadblock: I am painfully shy and suffer from anxiety. Because of this, I have an extremely difficult time getting to those in need. This has also resulted in me only having one true friend. I'm totally fine with that, don't get me wrong, since I don't do well in large groups. The problem is that I won't talk unless I absolutely have to, or it's someone I know and can trust. Great, right?

Tiredness suddenly slapped me in the face as the adrenaline began to wear off. I rubbed my eyes, realizing the world was blurry once they opened. My fingers searched my nightstand for my glasses.

"Good morning!" My hand recoiled back as if my glasses magically transformed into an angry wasp. My freshly recovered heart rate spiked again for a few beats from the terror brought by my…

"Stupid fricking alarm! Scare me half to death…" I mumbled as I shoved my glasses up my nose. Getting quickly annoyed at the cheesy song, I swung my legs over the bed and stumbled through the dark to shut it off.

I made my way to the bathroom and cranked the shower to the hottest. Hesitantly, I stripped off my damp clothes and stepped into the steamy scalding water. The chill of the nightmare washed away with the sticky sweat, my body relaxing.

Once ready and halfway presentable, I scarfed down my breakfast and grabbed my bag. After hugging my parents, I stepped out into the black hole that was the 6:30 a.m. outdoors. 'They make us go waaay to early' I silently complained in my short walk to the bus stop. I was very thankful for the distance, because of my tendency to run late, one of the lovely qualities of being scatterbrained. Just as I arrived, as if on cue, the not-so-quiet rumble of the diesel engine bouncing off houses made its way to my ears. The giant yellow vehicle stopped at the corner with an ear-piercing scream. The bi-fold doors opened and I stepped on, quietly greeting the driver. I took a seat in the very front. As the last kid shuffled on, the doors once again began to shut.

"Wait!" A female voice yelled paired with frantic footsteps. The doors of the bus opened to let in a panting brunette. She walked up the stairs with heavy feet and plopped into the seat next to me. We both laughed at her current state a bit.

"Good morning." I snickered with a smirk.

"Gooood morning!" The girl replied, breath finally caught.

Remember when I said I only have one close friend? Well, this is she: Blue. She is, how do I put it… the complete opposite of me in almost every way- extroverted, outgoing, popular- just to name a few. When I was back in my first year of middle school, I sensed her pain. If it's even possible, I was shyer and quieter back then. So, I hovered around her for a while. She noticed me and we became fast friends. Once I became comfortable around her, I helped her with her pain. That strengthened our friendship even more. Now I'm a sophomore and she's a senior. The outspoken girl is like my older sister, in good ways and bad. Despite her sometimes embarrassing ways, I still love her. Lately, though, I have been thinking about Blue graduating a lot, what I'll do without that moral support. But, I digress.

The bus ride was dead silent, full of students with a case of the Mondays. When we arrived, everyone unloaded like zombies. Thus began the death march into the prison…. I mean school.

Blue bid me farewell as she headed toward her locker. I walked to mine, steps resonating in the nearly empty hallway. With a clank I opened my locker and deposited my stuff. Armed and ready for my first three classes, I shut the blue compartment, securing the lock.

Because of my lack of friends, I was always one of the first to arrive in class. I stopped at my assigned seat, set my stuff down, and reached out for the chair. It seemed as though I was always cursed with the noisiest chair, and I hated it. To some, it may not seem like such a big deal, but I was already awkward enough without a chair to aid me. Already cringing, I pulled on the piece of furniture. A horrible squeaky moaning sound filled the quiet room as the metal object dragged its feet on the ground.

Eyes focused on the dirty floor, I quickly and ungracefully took my seat. Like a clumsy ninja, I pulled my phone, my precious phone, out of my backpack. This little box of aluminum and circuits was my saving grace in social situations. Yes, t's not very healthy, but I often use it as a source of distraction or a tool to avoid human contact.

After reading fanfiction for a while, the other students began to trickle in. Once the 3 minute warning bell rang, and the hall was flooded with students who seemed to come from nowhere. Almost all of the seats were filled as the final bell rang. My heart suddenly felt a familiar pang, tearing me away from my swirling world of OTPs.

My stomach did a flip when my eyes landed on a waterfall of bright red hair. This is Silver, a junior who transferred to my first hour two weeks ago. He's pretty popular with the girls, which is not surprising. His eyes are like a pool of, well, silver. He has a captivating face, framed with the most gorgeous blood red hair falling perfectly in place. Not to mention the adorable cowlick on the top of his head. Did I just say all that? Dangit… well if you haven't guessed by now, I kinda sorta maybe have a giant crush on him? Anyways, the real reason I point him out is because he is the boy I see in those reoccurring nightmares. That's yet another tagalong with the whole sensing thing; you can't control when the pain enters your mind. Seeing that dreams are your brains way of processing your thoughts, this is obviously very promanate in the dreamscape. Because I have this infatuation with him, it just gets amplified because, well, ya know. Another strange thing about Silver: something about his pain blip is oddly familiar, like I've felt something similar, but I just can't put my finger on it. It bothers me a lot, so that's probably why these darn nightmares have been haunting me. Most of all, everything is just so frustrating. Opportunity, in many forms, looks you right in the face, teases you with the fact that you're too afraid, too weak to catch it. You want it so bad, but you can't have it. The horrible feeling of helplessness.

This, this is my daily struggle.

A/N: This will be updated biweekly. Next update: Jan 7th, 2016. Happy Birthday Silver! Merry Christmas everyone!

Stay fabulous, my Torchics!

∞BlazikenForever