Please listen to Angelic Layer's ending song "The Starry Sky" while reading, since its a song about determination, and this story is also about determination. Enjoy!~
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Ever since I was born, I can't walk. I can't run, I can't help, I can't fo anything. . . I had a disease, which is called neurological disorder. It is disorder of the body nervous system. Structural, biochemical or electrical abnormalities in the brain, spinal cord or other nerves can result in a range of symptoms. My brain nerve signals can't reach my legs, so I'm useless.
My mom. . . She was a beautiful woman, the best mom in the world. She's really caring, tried to do everything for me, sings me lullabies to put me to sleep, and her smile. My dad, he died when I was still so young. He died trying to find a doctor for me, but he got into a car accident. Now my mom, she always works hard to find a way to cure this, but we don't have any money. Now, all we have to do is hope for the best.
As the years went by, I still try my best to make myself more useful with only my arms, stitching, cooking and more, 'til one day. . .
~Flashback~
"Joan! Joan!" My mom's sweet voice called out as she entered the room. There I was, sitting on my wheelchair, stitching as usual. My purple eyes shone with happiness and more when I saw her own purple eyes.
I waved and wheeled the wheelchair toward her, pulling her in a tight hug. I froze, when I felt something on my hands on her back and on my chest. I backed away and saw her carrying a small basket, but I ignored it, for my attention was on what was on my hands. I looked at my hands and saw. . . Blood.
My breath hitched when mom placed the basket on my lap, then collapsed in front of me. On her back, was a knife deeply embedded in her.
I felt tears stream down my eyes and I backed away, but my mom. . . She smiled. She just smiled, even though she's about to be claimed by Death.
She grabbed my hand, my own bloody hands, then whispered in a voice barely audible, "Run. . . Take the Pokemon contained inside this basket and run. They're after you."
I couldn't move, nor even breath. She carressed my cheek and kissed my forehead. "Run. Please. For me." She said softly. I heard a distant noise, a bang, then a lot of shouts. She looked at me firmly and stood up on wobbly feet. She pushed my wheelchair forward, then pulled the carpet, revealing a small door. She pushed me. I expected to fall, but I only felt some sort of inclined board. I looked back, but the door closed.
I heard a lot of shouts, mostly from my mother's.
"She's not here!" She shouted.
"Then where is she?!" A gruff man's voice asked angrily. My mom didn't respond. "Answer me!" I heard a bang and a scream, then silence.
I covered my mouth with my bloody hands, tears treaming down my face. I cried silently as I heard footsteps, afraid tha they might find me. I prayed that this is just a nightmare, that it will all end soon. I heard the door unlatch, making my heart stop. I couldn't breath, nor move, cold sweat trickled down my forehead as the thought of ending up the same way as my mom entered my mind: getting killed brutally.
I whimpered softly, clutching the basket. I wheeled the chair backwards, 'til I hit a wall. Here I am. . . My life is coming to an end as I heard the men open the door. I was hidden in the far, dark corner, so they can;t see me yet. But soon, they'll spot me, and Arceus knows what fate awaits me after they captured me.
