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Only A Week	By : jvperric Category: Pokemon > General Views: 5602 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Day 1
- 2-Day 2
- 3-Day 3
- 4-Day 4
- 5-Day 5
- 6-Day 6
- 7-Day 7
- 4
- 5
- 6
*****Day 5*****

It was warm. For the first time in weeks, it was a warm morning. The Pidgey chirping outside opened his ears, and the sunlight streaming through a window guided his eyelids apart. Jack pulled the covers tighter over his body, looking with half-closed eyes at the white wall in front of him.

White. His bedroom’s walls were red. As his brain started up, pieces of the night before played back in his mind, and his eyes shot open when the full memory came rushing back. He was not on the couch in his office or in the den. He was in Sarah’s bed, in her room, with her arm draped over his stomach.

‘A little slow to the party, but you’re finally awake. Good morning, Romeo.’

‘I can’t deal with you right now. Bother me later.’

‘What’s the matter? Wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Or in the wrong bed?’

‘You’re not real, so be quiet.’

‘I’m more real than you are. You’ve listened to me your entire life. You’re not Jack Harris, I am.’

He said nothing. Jack sat on the side of the bed and pulled his clothes from the floor. The whole night came back to him, vivid as a film.

‘Yes, I’ve been mulling over last night too and I have to say, I don’t think Amy will be too pleased. You remember Amy, don’t you? She’s your wife.’

Still nothing from Jack, who was picking up his socks. ‘Oh, you’re no fun. I’ll have to wait for the fireworks tonight. Of until you put that razor to your skin in the shower.’

‘No. I’m not doing that. Never again.’

‘We’ll see.’

‘Mm, Jack?’ he heard, feeling two wispy arms wrap around his torso. Sarah nuzzled her face into the back of his neck, taking in the scent of afterglow.

His heart was twisting into knots. “Good morning, Sarah.”

‘I don’t know what I’ll do with myself all day while you’re at work,’ she said, putting her hair back into its normal position.

“Listen, Sarah, last night was…was something I never expected to happen. But we can’t ever do it again. We can’t even talk about it to anyone. Not to my friends, and not to yours. God, what was I thinking…”

‘What? Why?’

“Because this sort of thing isn’t allowed. At all. It doesn’t matter what either of us say, they’d lock me up and put you down. My world thinks that humans should be with humans and Pokémon should be with Pokémon. It’s as simple as that.”

‘But I love you, Jack. Not another Pokémon.’

He smiled despite himself and put his hand on hers. “I love you, too. We’re going to talk about this, just you and me, okay? I have to go to Hoenn today, but I’ll be back tonight. Can I get you something to eat before I go?”

‘No, I’ll have something later,’ she lied.

Jack had been her Trainer for too long, and he knew when she was trying to hide something from him. “Sarah, promise me you’ll eat something today. I don’t want you to get sick.”

She thought of the bottle of clear liquid under her bed while holding back a wave of tears. ‘I’ll have something today, Jack. I promise.’

“Okay.” He kissed her forehead and walked out of the room, turning back at the door and giving her one more smile that she weakly returned.

‘Bye,’ she whispered, letting the tears roll as soon as the door closed. Sarah slumped back onto her bed, pulling her legs up to her chest. She telekinetically drew the covers over herself, trying to mask her sniffling.

True to his word, the only thing Jack’s razor did was shave the stubble on his chin. He dressed and stared at himself in the mirror, barely recognizing the brown eyes looking back. His alarm started ringing and he fed his other Pokémon before slipping out the door to the airport.

When she heard the front door slam shut, Sarah had no reason to hold back anymore. She cried. She absolutely bawled her brains out. She would have flooded the entire room given enough time. When her body stopped producing tears and it hurt to force out anything else, she fell onto her side with the dry heaves and painfully gasped them out, trying in vain to choke herself.

Eventually she lost the will for even suicide. Sarah felt worse than she ever had, worse than the night before when she ran out of the kitchen. Without the energy or motivation to do anything else, she turned over and threw the bed sheets away, her eyes bloodshot and her whole body quivering.

‘Well, you got what you wanted.’

Sarah curled into her little ball, her legs rubbing against the fin on her chest.

‘I didn’t know that you could literally sob yourself dry. But he said what he did for your own good, you know. Amy would kill you if she found out what you did. Unless, that’s what you want? It would probably hurt less than this.’

She didn’t reply, instead shutting her eyes tight and replaying the night in her head, over and over. She honestly believed it was the last happy memory she would ever have.

*****
An hour later, the physical discomfort of lying in the same place without any movement was growing. Sarah dragged herself out of bed, grabbed the half-empty bottle from under it, and trudged downstairs. Her stomach growled, and if it were up to her she would have let it digest itself, but obedience was just a much a part of her as her psychic powers. She nibbled on an apple she floated in front of her mouth while her hands prepared a pot of tea, chewing every bite to mush before letting it slide down her throat.

Equal amounts of tea and alcohol went into her special cup, and then to her mouth. The mixture burned, but her heart unclenched the slightest bit. She downed the whole cup and made another, willing to trade off her emotional pain for the havoc the drink was wreaking on her tiny liver.

“Why did I think anything would happen?” she asked out loud, wallowing in self-pity.

The bottle ran dry soon after, but Sarah nursed her last cup for four hours until she heard the front door open. Her ears perked up, but she glanced at the clock and knew it was too early for Jack to be home, and there was no one else she wanted to see.

“Hello? Sarah? I’m home,” she heard Amy say from the entrance.

She drank the few drops left in her cup and tried to compose herself. ‘Hello Amy, I’m in the kitchen.’

There was no hate in her words, just resignation. The only one she hated was herself.

“Hi Sarah, I—whoa, you don’t look so good. What’s wrong?” she asked, putting down her suitcase in sitting in the chair next to her.

‘It’s my mating season. There was a Pokémon I thought wanted to mate with me, but it turns out he didn’t,’ she lied, running a finger around the rim of her teacup. ‘And I feel like an idiot.’

“Oh, honey, it’s alright,” Amy said, rubbing her shoulder. “If this Pokémon didn’t see how great you were, then he didn’t deserve you.”

She had no reply other than the image of a depressed girl crying into a teacup. Amy didn’t know what to do; she was terrible at comforting people, let alone Pokémon. She knew Gardevoir were extremely sensitive, and only their Trainers could soothe them and mend broken hearts.

“Well, Jack will be home in a little while, I’m sure he’ll make you feel better.”

Amy was suddenly alone, her hair blown back from the force of a Teleport. The teacup that was in Sarah’s hands floated in empty air for a moment, and then began to fall. Amy caught it, barely, and set it back in the cabinet, running through the list of neighborhood Pokémon in her head. She gave up thinking about it and reheated the teapot, humming quietly to herself.

In her room, Sarah didn’t feel like crying anymore. It hurt too much. Sitting on the side of her bed, shaking uncontrollably, she forced her body still as she turned the picture of her and Jack around. She put the flower and note from two days before in her nightstand and rolled down the sleeve on her left arm, under which were hundreds of healed-over cuts. They were short, straight red lines, contrasting with her otherwise perfectly smooth skin.

She sighed and ran her hand over the scars, remembering what had prompted each one. There was a small patch of untouched skin on the inside of her elbow, a few inches away from the most recent scar, over two years old. The small claw in her index finger extended and swiped over the skin, breaking it and letting a small spurt of dark red blood seep out onto her arm.

It hurt for a moment—it always did—but Sarah gasped a sigh of relief as she felt the endorphins rush through her body. The pain stopped, and she looked down at the red on her arm, breathing heavily.

‘Why do you do that?’

‘It helps.’

‘Oh yes, I can’t believe I forgot that bleeding all over yourself helps.’

‘I was completely numb. This is like a reset button. I need to feel something, anything.’

‘Pain.’

‘And relief.’

Wiping the blood away with a red-stained rag from under her bed, Sarah gingerly rolled up sleeve before collapsing on her bed and falling into sleep’s sweet embrace again.

*****

Jack walked slowly into his house, the bitter wind nipping at his back until he had firmly closed the door. It was dark outside, and there were no lights on in the entryway. The chaotic weather above Hoenn had delayed his flight, leaving him stranded in Mauville City for two hours, two hours where the freezing concourse had taken his mind off his home situation.

“Jack?”

But that was then. Now all of his problems came rushing back in a torrent, flowing freely after a day of burying himself in his work. He knew the night would end with either him on the couch or on the streets; Amy was too good at worming the truth out of people.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he called back, walking into the kitchen. His wife was sitting at the table, picking at a bowl of rice and twirling a lock of hair in her finger. He went up and kissed her, but as usual it was not reciprocated.

“How are you? How was your trip?” he asked, rubbing her shoulder.

“It was fine, but I think you should go talk to Sarah,” she said as Jack sat next to her. “She was really upset when I got home earlier.”

“Yeah, I knew she would be.”

“Because of that Pokémon, right?”

“What? Pokémon?”

“She told me she was upset because she thought some Pokémon wanted to mate with her and he really didn’t. Poor dear, she was crying so much.”

“Huh.” Normally his Pokémon’s ability to lie would worry him, but at the moment it was saving his skin. “Alright, I’ll talk to her in a little while. There’s some paperwork I have to do first.”

“Can’t it wait? She’s hurting, Jack.”

“Um, no,” he said, unsure of whether he could face his Pokémon at all. “It’s just a few forms, I’ll be done in five minutes. If I don’t do it I’ll forget it, and, well, you know how it goes.”

She nodded and watched him disappear into his office. Her own little voice, not as callous or menacing as Jack and Sarah’s, told her something was wrong; Jack never passed up an opportunity to be with his Pokémon. A disturbing thought floated up, and at first she didn’t want to consider it at all, but not knowing was worse.

Amy went out the back door, pulling her jacket as a gust of wind rushed through the yard. She opened the gate to the Pokémon enclosure and sat beside her Raichu, watching her feed her infant Pichu. The Electric-types smiled at their Trainer, and she scratched both their heads.

“How are you, Raichu?”

“Raichu, Rai.”

“I was wondering, did anything happen to Jack and Sarah while I was gone? I’ve never seen him not want to talk to her when she’s upset.”

Raichu scratched her head and looked around, making sure Zangoose was asleep. She picked up Pichu and pointed between him and the window of Jack and Amy’s bedroom. Pantomiming was a skill that every Trainer needed, and she grasped the meaning after a moment.

“Okay, Pichu is Jack, right?”

She nodded and then pointed between herself and Sarah’s window on the other side of the back wall. “And you’re Sarah.”

Another nod. Raichu picked up her infant and pressed her mouth to his, sending sparks from her cheeks. Amy watched, refusing to believe her Pokémon at first, but then a tear rolled down her cheek. Her Pokémon set down Pichu and rubbed her head against Amy’s knee in apology, using her tail to wipe her face dry.

“Thank you, Raichu,” she choked out, scratching her head again and setting her down in her bed. Amy bit her lip and went back inside; she stopped in front of Jack’s office door, but she continued to cry. There was no way she could face him, and she collapsed against the wall, sliding to the floor with her head in her hands.

Jack sat at his desk, looking at the finished papers in front of him. He had filled them out on the plane. His hands were trembling, and he had to stare at the ceiling to avoid looking at a picture of him, Amy, and Sarah on the corner of his desk, all laughing and smiling. Eventually he stopped shaking, only to hear someone sobbing in the hall. Jack took a deep breath and went to the door, pausing in front of it.

The wood slid into the wall. “Sarah, I know you’re upset, but—”

He saw his wife on the floor with two lines of moisture running from her eyes. Amy looked up at him, but that only broke her down further. Jack knelt down beside her, holding her arm, but he was only making himself an easier target.

“What’s wrong?”

His answer was a slap across the face. Jack stood up and backed away, rubbing his swelling cheek. Amy glared at him, trying to get to her feet.

“Alright, I know I deserve a lot more than that.”

“I don’t believe you,” she seethed, standing up. “You kissed her? She’s a fucking Pokémon!”

Jack said nothing, only dropped his head. “You’re incredible, Jack. Don’t you even think of coming upstairs tonight.”

She stormed away, and when she was out of sight Jack did feel like going upstairs. Not to talk, not to apologize, but to throw himself off the roof. He had driven away the two women that loved him in one fell swoop.

He ran his nails across his arm out of habit. It wasn’t much, but enough to draw blood. Jack wiped it away and retreated into his office, where he crawled onto his couch. He cried himself to sleep, just like Amy, just like Sarah.

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