Jade Chronicles (Pokemon Fanfic)

The Last Memory

Flip: "And we're back."

Me: "Oooh, did we always have quotes around our text?"

Flip: "No! This is new!"

Me: "Neat!"

Flip: "Whatever. Now back to your regularly scheduled story."

Me: "That's two TV metaphors in one author's note, so maybe new jokes?"

Flip: "I'm going to seriously hurt you after these short messages."

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LUCY POV

A long time ago. I can barely remember. What did I do before yesterday? How do I remember some things but not others? What is wrong with me?

It's strange, really. How does this happen? Why does it happen? Some might say that I am odd, but I'm inclined to believe otherwise.

Maybe I'm not making any sense. Let me start from the beginning.

---------FLASHBACK TO WHEN LUCY WAS 7---------

It was day. Or was it night? One of the two. I don't recall. Which is the point of this story. A failure to recall.

I was leaving school. Or had I already left? It does not matter.

That day was a hard day for me. I had taken time to rest, to help myself feel better. But it had not worked, and I was starting to grow tired again. I was unable to rest.

The week was taxing for me. And while there are many things I don't remember, I can remember clearly that I had spent the entirety of that Saturday asleep.

And when I woke up, I was in the Pokémon Center.

"What happened?" I asked as I stepped out of the bed I was in. Or was I already out? It does not matter. "Where am I, what's going on?"

And nothing will ever scar me, hurt me as much as what happened next.

"Who are you?"

I was talking to my mother. The moment I said those words, I remembered. I remembered what I had forgotten. I remembered her. I remembered my mother.

"Lucy," said my mother, "you may not remember, but when you fell asleep, you slept for a whole day. Well, a lot can happen in a day. Our town was attacked. You didn't wake up. You hurt yourself. You have a major head injury, Lucy. You may find it hard to do many things now."

As young as I was, I was not able to understand her as well as I do now.

"One of those things is remembering," said my mother, "and if you don't remember me, then I know that this injury - you really do have it. It's me, Lucy. It's - it's your mom."

"...I remember you," I said. "I remember you." With each breath my voice grew louder, more distinct. Or maybe it grew quieter, more soft. It does not matter. I was able to speak again.

Then, suddenly, one of the nurses pulled my mother aside. They said phrases I did not understand at the time. "Strange result." "Side effects." "Tests inconclusive."

But one of those phrases I remember well. And it is good, for it is one of the few things I remember well.

"She is displaying heightened senses."

---------END FLASHBACK---------

I think about this moment, ponder it, remember it very often. And think to myself how lucky I am to have lived it.

Because, as time goes on, it remains one of the few things that I remember.