A/N: Hey, guys~! Oh my gosh! I'm very excited. This is going to be the very first fanfiction I have ever posted. Comments are encouraged. No flaming will be appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon (sadly.) The only thing I own is Kuroshi Academy, since I created it for the story.

[ May ]

I hate you.

Three words that shatter my heart every time they are said. Why does it hurt to hear someone say that? Those three simple words. Is is because I am always the target of them? Perhaps my heart has been weakened by the many emotions that easily cloud the human heart. But, that couldn't be it? Could it? I've dealt with the pain long enough to the point where I am easily able to block it out. Who needs love anyways? That's right, humans do. Including me.

That's probably why there was never any doubt that my parents ever loved me. Not even for a second. I had always known that my parents, my own flesh and blood, had hated me ever since the day I was born. They had said I was a mistake, a disappointment to them because I wasn't a boy. That was before Max, my younger brother, even came along. Everything was fine after he was born.

My parents had gotten the boy they wanted and I was left behind. I became lonely and miserable. Fear ruled my heart and soul. My body became nothing but an empty shell. A pit of despair. A black void filled with darkness. I was rejected. Occasionally, I could see my parents taking pitied glances at me. As long as they even looked at me I was happy.

But every thing changes, at least some time in life. It did for me.

"It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault," I whispered to myself, chanting the same thing over and over, "It wasn't your fault at all May." I buried my head in my hands, trying to stop the tears threatening to rain down on my face. Whatever happened that day was, honestly, not my fault. At least, I think so. The memory is always fuzzy, but somewhere in my mind I can remember hearing a gunshot, Max falling to the ground, and then...he was gone...forever.

I clenched my fists to stop myself from letting the tears fall, not even stopping when my palms starts to ooze blood from the pain. The memory was just too much for me to handle. This was probably why I am stuck up in my room right now. It's a safe haven for me. It helps keep my sanity in check. If I am ever exposed to the outside world for a too long I think I'll lose it. For good. I smiled at the thought. Maybe it'd be nice to lose my sanity. Maybe...

The soft matress of my bed collided with my body as I leaned back onto it and turned to the walls. My eyes roamed over the gray walls that accompanied me. Strips of wallpaper were peeling off, flecks of paint chipping off, cracks cluttered the walls. I swung my head over the side of my bed. The floor looked old and worn down. Gross.

Out of boredom, I began to hum just before the sound of footsteps could be heard right outside my door. My parents were coming upstairs to see me. I panicked for a moment. My safe haven was fixing to be broken. I groaned and casually leaned back against my bed as the door to my room opened and in stomped my parents.

They each stood on one side of me, picking me up by my arms. It was as if I weighed nothing to them. They were dragging me around like a rag doll, I didn't like it. I kicked and squirmed desperately trying to get out of their reach, but their grip never loosened as they hauled me down the wooden stairs.

From the living room I could see a black limo and a small, red suitcase sitting there waiting for someone, waiting for me. My parents dropped me down onto the ground with a loud thud. The little suitcase toppled over, landing on me. I eyed it carefully as I slowly rose from the ground. I looked at my parents. Their expressions were blank. I reached for the bag, slinging it over my shoulder even though I knew I could roll it on the ground. The chauffeur handed me a slip of paper as I entered the back seat. I read the paper carefully. Kuroshi Academy. Kuroshi Academy. Over and over again until I shoved the piece of paper into my pockets.

It was time. I had fought against the idea for so long, in fear that I would be ambushed by memories of Max and now I had no other choice to accept it. My parents were sending me to a new school. Away from home. And away from them.

A/N: Well...there's Chapter 1. It's not the best I've written, but I really wanted to post this. I promise the next chapter will be better and, hopefully, longer. Until next time, C'est la vie!