PokeMon: A Happy World

1)Unreasonable

I have a dream. A dream where I can live happily with everyone. Where I can trust everyone. If you're asking what did I mean when I said "where I can trust everyone." I will say, "yeah, I don't believe anyone." Every times I believed someone, they only give me pain in return.
What did you say?when did it start?

Um, I don't know. No, I do know. It was that day.

I was really a normal child. I had friends. Back in 2nd year of the high school, June 21,I was going home from school through a train. A girl suddenly slap me and said loudly,"What are you doing? You freak."
I got surprised and replied,"Why did you slap me? What do you mean?"
she replied angrily,"You were molesting my friend."
I didn't understand what did she mean. Everyone in the train was looking at me as if I am a filth. I heard some people saying,"what's happening."
"It seems he was a molester."
"Yeah, he looks like a freak."
"Nowadays, they become more and more violent."
There was a shy girl behind the brave looking girl. It was look like she was crying.
I denied again and again but no one believed me. It was as if I am a ghost. No one can see me, but everyone can blame me for something I didn't do. After train arrived at the station police arrested me.
........
From that day, my life become hell. My family that I adored so much, began to hate me. My friends whom I had faith most in the world began to see me as a filth. I was suspended from school. I became a burden to my family. Whenever I meet a family member they react as if they are seeing a criminal. So, I locked myself in the room. I became a Neet. Every holiday my family goes various places for fun. But my existence become thin. As if I wasn't born. When I was neet I began to love Pokémon game. I watch every season of the anime. I've also read comics. Pokémon and anime was the only entertainment. I was able to live because of Pokémon. But that year world faced a massive food shortage. It was so extreme that some family began to sell their family members. My family was the same. They sold me as a lab rat to some scientists. Day after day, they experimented me by pushing drug into my body. Day after day, I suffered this hell. After 6 month of having hell I began to lose my consciousness.
"Ma'am, He is losing his consciousness. Maybe you drugged him too much."
"But I thought he can endure it for sure."
"Just because he was enduring it doesn't make him a superhuman. Finally, he reached his limit."
"Wh-what should we do?"
"Maybe because of us he will die. Oh no, it's getting too bad."

I feel dark everywhere. No more pain. No more suffering. I began to fall into the deep dark cloud. Ah, I don't want to born again. Don't want to have a family. Don't want to have friends. Deep darkness is ok for me. But I don't want to cry again. I know no one will save me. That's why it's ok for me to be alone.