POV: 1st person, Silver's
Shipping: PreciousMetal/HunterShipping(s)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.

This comes from Draikinator's comic strip, Hate, over on deviantart. And then I added the end in myself. Hopefully it gets the emotions across and it doesn't suck! XD If you want the links to the 6 pages of the comic strip, leave a review asking for them and I'll send 'em to you in a response!
For the record, I was listening to Airplanes by B.O.B and Hayley Williams while typing it. So play it, it'll go well. ^^

Anyway, drop a review! PLEASE! 8D

I hate everything.

The sirens wail as I run. The sound piercing my ears, giving me a horrible, awful headache. I don't care; I just have to get out of here. I clutch my new Totodile closer and duck away from the lights, the sirens, and the uniforms. I pant, and then bite my fist, trying to quiet myself. Totodile doesn't utter anything. It just gives me a sad, sad look. I don't have the strength to glare, let alone keep my sobs silent. This is too much, too fast, too soon, no… no…. NO!

The sirens quiet a bit, and I take off again, far away, hopefully. I'm almost long gone, but a kid around my age stops me with his cotton candy smile and sunshine bright outfit.

If only I had kept going…

I hate everything.

I hate the television. I hate it so much. I hate the inane news stories. I hate the commercials. I hate the fakeness of television in general. No one could ever be happy. Never. If I couldn't, it wasn't possible. I've proven that.

So why is Gold on TV, smiling and grinning and giggling about becoming something that I have always wanted to be? Why doesn't it look fake and staged? Wasn't it all just staged bullshit? Why? Why? WHY?

…

The soup I'm given burns my nostrils, it's so retched. I don't care, I'm hungry, but I can't wipe the sad, betrayed expression off my face as I listen to Gold talk about being the new champion… about Gold being stronger than me.

I have trouble swallowing as I try not to cry.

I hate everything.

I've never been able to beat him. No matter how hard I try, it's never enough. Even if Totodile has evolved, it doesn't make a difference whether I have the type advantage or am the higher level, none if it matters. So why did I learn that the hard way?

And the thing I hate the most is how happy Gold and his Pokémon look after they defeat me and how it isn't arrogant or cruel or condescending, it's just elation and a quiet pride that he tones down as he comes to collect his prize money from me. He always grips my hands in his warm ones and fixes a blinding smile on his face and tells me how wonderful and elegant I am in battle. I never believe him. How can I if he takes joy in beating me every time? Every. Time.

I hate that he's so happy, but in all honesty, it confuses me. Sure he's happy after a battle, but he's happy before one, too, even if I insult him and push him around, he just smiles at me stupidly.

Is this a trick?

I hate everything.

Sneasel needs help immediately. We'd been training and then were attacked by angry Fearow. There was nothing I could do aside watch as my Pokémon got destroyed by them. As soon as they'd left, I'd gathered Sneasel up in my arms, flinching when it cried out in pain and as a stream of crimson blood stained my jacket. I didn't care. Right then, Sneasel's life was more important.

Now, we've been walking took too long, but we finally find a Pokémon center. I walk up to the sidewalk only to stop halfway to the door. A closed sign laughs at my face, mocking my weakness, my pain. My face grows hot and it starts to rain, making my face wet. No, tears start to fall, landing on Sneasel's battered body. It purrs once and falls limp in my arms. There's nothing I can do to heal it other than use a potion. It's too weak, but Sneasel falls asleep soon after. I sit down in front of the closed doors and sob, feeling hopeless and despairing.

Why me?

I hate myself.

This is it. It's too much to take. I've lost my dreams, countless battles, my family, and I've never had friends. I have nothing to live for.

Mount Silver, my namesake, is freezing, but I don't care. I simply release my Crobat, handing it my belt with my Pokéballs and my bag, pointing to somewhere in the distance where it can go to be safe and happy. Without me. I turn away as Crobat cries out sadly. I tell it to leave and hurry the hell up. I hear wings and then... nothing. Crobat is gone... it doesn't need a weakling like me for a trainer.

I walk to the edge of the cliff, peering over into the gloom. I can't see the end. Good, something long, slow, and terrifying. Arceus knows I deserve it. My foot lifts into open air, a strong gust of wind pushing me the rest of the way over. I start to fall.

Happiness was never for me, anyway.

But you don't.

I jerk suddenly as I feel my jacket stop moving, choking air out of me. I flail for a minute before I'm pulled up and back onto the mountain cliff. I cough, letting air fill my lungs before I turn and fix a hard glare on… Gold. He's smiling, softly, just as he always does around me, and I notice that it's not as forced as when he's being interviewed or talked to by a fan. I wonder why.

I open my mouth to ask how he got here, but I see my Crobat, flapping aginst the current, grinning like a maniac and I know. I want to ask what Gold is doing here and why he came to save me of all people, but before I can, he opens his arms, his eyes kind and smile growing. I fall into them of my own free will. They're warm, and comforting, and friendly, and nice, and I never want to leave. Gold hums into my ear and whispers my name softly. It's almost lost in the wailing of the wind, but I can hear it, his sweet breath surrounding me. I sigh, willing tears away. No tears because I'm sad, but because for once in my life, I'm happy.

And I don't hate anything.