Dealing with Depression #1

Its not a phase. It cannot be simply dealt with. It stays, as fragments of despair, dwelling deeper into an abyss, where you cannot escape. You feel nothing, no love, no hope...happiness seems laughable. I feel helpless, hopeless, and i do not believe that people love me due to personal experiences that broke me. I fake my emotions to not worry people, i hate myself, my body, my personality, everything. Why do i exist? Why can't i just bleed out until nothing is left? I fear leaving people behind.
That doesn't extiguish those thoughts. Scars remain physically and mentally...i cannot change how i feel unless someone understands.

Suicide Forest

Suicide Forest is a well known place where many people have taken their own lives. Maybe as means as salvation from the world? Due to a recent video (or vlog) to do with Suicide Forest, I've soon realised how inhumane, and selfish people can be. Suicide and depression are not jokes, these are serious topics that need to be spoken about in a respectful manner.We are all human; our lives matter, but people suffering don't believe they should live anymore, they can't fight their demons, they can't gain help...people need to respect this serious subject; many people lose their lives in this forest.

Some people speculate that this forest is inhabited by yurei (Japanese term for spirits), and there are other speculations or bone-chillers that cannot explain this strange forest. An American couple met up with a Buddhist monk; later on, locals told them that a certain rumour proclaims that there's a Buddhist monk that stops people from committing suicide in the forest (locals believe that it may actually be a saintly spirit guiding people so they don't take their own lives. One last note: Suicide/depression and other mental illnesses are not a simple joke. Get help, and I'm sure you'll see the world in a brighter light, you just need someone to show you the way.

Protest poem

Just like fire,

Burning the truth into our hearts,

Of those we admire,

Fighting for something we truly believe in.

To discriminate to the consequences of one’s sins,

It makes us die inside, or hearts slowly shatter,

It’s a cut upon our skin,

To maintain the rights and wrongs of

What we fight for.

We dream of justice, we exalt to our finest

And we join hands together in perfect

Harmony,

We cry, we rise, we protect, we protest

And we stay strong for those

Who can’t.

Mimikyu- The Mimic Pokemon (Update)

Mimikyu, (who I've previously written about) is known as the Mimic Pokemon, it's name also meaning mimic. Mimikyu has the ability of 'Disguise'. This Pokemon used to be quite the mysterious type, until Pokemon Sun and Moon came out. Even if cute, Mimikyu hides a deeper part of its soul it wants to stay hidden, for example in the Pokedex entry for Sun (Disguised form) it says,

"Its actual appearance is unknown. A scholar who saw what was under its rag was overwhelmed by terror and died from the shock."

However in Pokemon Moon's Pokedex entry, it says, "A lonely Pokémon, it conceals its terrifying appearance beneath an old rag so it can get closer to people and other Pokémon."

Except, there are also sad facts about Mimikyu, even if it does have a terrifying appearance that no one dares look at.

 

Mimikyu is quite a lonely Pokemon, disguised itself as Pikachu because it wants to be loved by humans. Furthermore, due to its health failing in the sunlight, it likes to go in dark places. This is why Mimikyu is found at the Thrifty Supermarket at night (an abandoned supermarket that was previously destroyed by the tapu because the supermarket was built on sacred grounds). The question is why didn't the tapu destroy the supermarket while it was getting built?

Phantump-Soul tied (Fan made story) Part 1

It was a quiet day. No one human was left awake, only the souls of the innocent had awoken, searching for a body to call their own. Most innocent, others trying to drag humans into their world, their ambition a dark desire plaguing their mind, bleeding from their once keen eyes, a curse to never see what was right or wrong. They didn't care. It made them feel alive again.Children were to stay inside the walls of their homes, their parents the first to make sure the night had dissolved back into day. Hugo, a quiet, intelligent boy, was known in the village to be interested in these spectres but listened to his father's pleas to stay way. That all changed. It was the morning, bright, beautiful and fragrant. It was the day of the Soul festival, the day on which humans were free from the demons, and plagued Pokemon of the forest. Hugo ate his steaming porridge with contentment as his father sewed the fishing net his companion, Lucario, had ripped while trying to grab the moving net. Lucario apologised to his master, his head bowed in shame. Hugo's mother, Jeannette, had passed away that previous year, due to a virus manipulating her blood, poisoning it. They never talked about it, it struck a soft spot in their hearts. Hugo's father, Atticus, was a proud fisherman, doing the best he could for his twelve-year-old child. Atticus laughed kind-heatedly, "Are you enjoying that, son? After you're finished, go out to play with your friends. It's a nice day outside. Oh, Lucario. It wasn't your fault, you just tried to help." Lucario raised his head, his blood-red eyes shining with tears. Hugo smiled, "Yes, Papa. I'm going to draw by the lake."
"The one near the forest?"
"...I...suppose, Papa. I'll be c-careful, I won't go near the forest, or in it."
"OK, I trust you. Why don't you take Vulpix? Just to be safe, and, she'll be the perfect Pokemon to draw."
"W-Wait!! You mean Mama's partner?"
"Yes...but she asked me to give her to you, as a present for your birthday. But...she can't wait to see you again! Since you were born, the both of you had a special bond, she loved you. But, after your mother's death..."
"Papa?"
"I'm fine, son. Now, go with Vulpix and draw, will you?"
"Yes, Papa!" Atticus held a Poke Ball in his hand, a fire emblem edged carefully at the top. He released Vulpix, a low-spirited smile on his face. Vulpix pounced on Hugo, leaving an affectionate kiss on his nose. Hugo laughed with delight, got up, collected his pencils, rubbers, pencil sharpener, and ran out the door, Vulpix running happily behind him. The word can be a cruel place, sinsiter things can happen. That was the last time Atticus saw his son alive.
 

Umbreon-Under the stars (fan made story) Part 1

His blood-red eyes shone, as did the circular, blue marks on his ears, tail, and legs. The moonlight made them glimmer on a beautiful frenzy, as it made the morning dew sing it's sweet lullaby. The stars, great balls of light, had the appearance of diamonds, a behold to see, yet easy to shatter. Umbreon called to the stars, great sadness clamping hold of his steel, caring heart. He said, "Why must the most bright and kind of people...soon become stars? He can't leave me...please don't, master." Someone called from inside the house, in a panicked voice. "Umbreon!" His ears perked up; he took a last glance at the moon, then ran inside the warm, fragrant house. Umbreon stared up at the source of the voice, his eyes shining, his ears perked. He heard a tiny, soft voice came from the living room, "U-Umbreon? Is...that...you?" Short breaths followed, along with his heartbeat slowing down. Umbreon walked into the living room, sat next to the couch, his emotions slowly becoming one; sorrow. Plastic wires were connected to his body, pumping a mixture of oxygen and red blood cells to keep him alive, like a star, he was soon to fade, his bright rays turning grim. A weak, pleasant smile escaped his lips. Umbreon jumped onto the couch, he licked the boy's nose, then smiled with little contentment. He knew of his partner's illness, fragments of life fading away. He would soon become a star himself.

Cubone-A Story Like No Other (Fan made story) Part 2 (final)

Cubone traced over the drawings on the walls, of Pokemon, humans and even ancient specimens he had never seen before. His sapphire-blue eyes examined the walls, trying to find traces of a Pokemon staying in this damp, pitch black place. He whispered, his hand leaving the wall, "Where is she? It's night...maybe I should see where she is. She's normally at the Great Maygreen Tree. I'm coming, Mama!" Cubone got up, dusting himself off. He followed the trail of silver dew, as it fell like a snowdrop onto his nose. He sneezed. The trees twisted unusually, letting no one human pass or enter. Their misery was a sweet taste on their wooden tongues. They didn't care; it was their fault. No one forced them, their minds were plagued with their own selfish desires, not caring who they hurt to get their way. Cubone walked cautiously through the trees, looking for any signs of his mother. So far, there was none. His foot made a twig crack; making sure he wasn't being followed, he turned around. Cubone murmured sadly, "Where are you, Mama?" Not very far ahead, The Great Maygreen Tree bathed in the moon's luxuriant light, surviving like no other tree would. Below the tree, a scene not made for the eyes of children gleamed in the moon's rays. The corpse of Cubone's dead mother.

He saw her corpse, motionless and bleeding increasingly. Cubone ran over to her corpse; placing her head in his arms. He cried, warm tears falling onto her torn head, fragments of bone showing, "Mama! P-Please...you promised. You promised..."
The only thing left of her alive was her powerful, hopeful smile painted on her face. Her eyes were gouged out; scratches that stained her body was like paint, easy to wipe off but leaving scars that couldn't heal. On The Great Maygreen Tree, letters were painted into the bark. It was his mother's final message. It read as the blood trickled down the tree, "My baby boy, I'm sorry. I broke your promise. I'll always be with you, always and forever." Behind him, a ghost outstretched her hand, a smile as radiant as the sun. It spoke, "My baby boy, I love you." He turned around, his eyes catching hers. He tackle-hugged her, cold yet, her soul was a concealed warmth within. She laughed. "I'm sorry I had to leave you this way. I love you, my dear." Their embrace was warm, and sorrowful. No matter what, she'd always be there for him, even as a spectre, waiting for her son's happiness to grow and make others happy like he was for her.