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You're young, you're reckless, and you act without thinking. This is much to the dismay of those around you, namely your parents, both of whom are currently furious with you. Mother doesn't say much, nothing her disapproving stare doesn't at any rate.
But can you blame her? It's the first time you've ever run away from home.
"What were you thinking? Out on your own, no note, not even a Pokemon with you--" Something about the scolding rubs you the wrong way. You deserve it, you know, but despite that knowledge your stubborn side still fights back.
"I don't need a Pokemon with me, dad. I can handle myself."
"Handling yourself? That's what you call this?" You don't even have to look up to know he's gesturing at bloodied bandages that cover your calf. The injury itself didn't even hurt that bad-- Nidoran scratches were relatively harmless so long as no venom leaks through.
"What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?"
A second, two, three and onward of silence. The clock ticks, the TV blares in the background, but no words. Not like they ever really communicated anyways.
"Go to your room."
"Why?!" You practically shout, fists balled at your sides. Tears prick in the corners of your eyes but they aren't permitted to roll down your cheeks. That would be a sign of weakness, something you are decidedly not going to be showing.
"You didn't even tell me we were leaving! You didn't ask me how I felt about it, didn't give me any time to say goodbye... maybe I'm a terrible, awful daughter who never listens but that's only because I have a terrible, awful dad who doesn't even care about anything I have to say!"
Maybe you regret it the moment it's out your mouth, maybe deep down you hope you hurt him just as badly as he had hurt you, but you certainly don't stick around to figure it out; the second you stomp up to your room, the door slams behind you.
It doesn't open again until the day you are to move to Hoenn.
