AGNPH Stories

Her beautiful broken mind. by PROKNIFER69


Story Notes:

I would like to thank hironada AGAIN! Thanks man, didn't know that I would end up with such an awesome editor ^^I would also like to thank pokeflare back over at FF for the conversation that let to me actually writing this story! Oh, and I do not own Pokemon, if I did then something like this would happen in the movies. ^^


5 days later...

Yasmin had now stayed at Blake's place for over three weeks, she had now begun to feel more comfortable in the house, and around Blake. She trusted him a lot, they had both learned something from each other, she felt grateful to have met him. She wanted to learn more about him, and she knew that he wanted to know more about her. She didn't want to dig up old memories, she wanted them to stay buried forever, but at the same time, she felt like telling Blake about herself, she wanted to have someone to talk to. Yasmin wasn't entirely sure if telling him everything about her was a smart move. She didn't know why she even wanted to tell him about the most horrible experiences of her life. She kept thinking of what she should and shouldn't tell him. Yasmin looked to her side to see Blake walking in and laying down on the opposite couch, this was it, she was going to tell him, or at least try. "Err, Blake?" Yasmin said to get his attention.

Blake heard her faint whines and looked over to Yasmin. "Is there something you need?" Blake asked her.

Yasmin picked up her pen and notepad and began to write something as she now sat upright on the couch.

'I want to tell you something.' Were the words written down on the notepad Yasmin then showed to Blake.

Blake looked to Yasmin and asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

Yasmin began writing something else down, and then showing it t Blake.

'I want to tell you about myself, if you want to ask me something, then ask me.' The words on the notepad spelled out.

Blake then looked at her, he didn't know why she was suddenly opening up to him, or why she would even want him to know about her life, but he wasn't complaining. "Err, okay then. How old are you?" Blake inquired.

Yasmin quickly went to writing her response, and showed him her notepad. '23, how old are you Blake?' The words on the notepad questioned.

"The same, 23. Do you have any family?" Blake asked her.

Yasmin looked a little saddened by the question, saddened and angry. She quickly wrote something down on.

'I used to, but they're all dead.'

Blake looked back up to her, wondering if he should really ask her what he was going to say next. "I'm sorry. How did they..." Blake stopped when he saw Yasmin writing something, he guessed it was going to say that she didn't want to talk about it, but he guessed wrong.

'Fuckers killed my mother... I got them all though, I made them pay. They destroyed our lives, so I made them wish they didn't have a life to waste.' Yasmin wrote on the notepad before showing it to Blake.

After Blake looked at those words, he looked back into Yasmin's eyes, he wasn't sure if he saw sadness, or just pure hate in them. "Who are they, and why did they do that to your family? Do you know?" Blake inquired.

Yasmin thought back, when she was younger, when her life was torn apart. She remembered nearly every detail of that night, as she remembered, she felt hate and pain rising inside her. "Fucking cunts." She mumbled before she started writing something else on the notepad.

'I don't know who they were, but I bet part of the fucking reason they attacked us was because their dicks told them too. They raped my mother before they killed her, I didn't see it but I know it happened. A human beat me and my sister, we were young, but I still cut through my ropes, I stabbed him in the back when he was beating my sister. I could hear them coming for us, I cut my sister out of her ropes and told her to hide. She ran while I stayed and waited, I killed every last one of them, those humans, that houndoom they brought along with them, I broke the last one's legs. I forced him to eat dirt before I cut open his neck. I don't care if you think I'm a bad fucking person for doing that, because I would do it over and over again to them. They deserved worse.'

Blake looked to Yasmin with a shocked expression on his face and said, "I don't think you're a bad person... I would have done the same... You said you had a sister, what happened to her?"

Yasmin looked at Blake before she went back to staring at the notepad, writing.

'She lived, she helped me through so much... She died about a day before I met you. She was sick, and I couldn't help her.' Yasmin knew that she couldn't help her, but that didn't mean that she didn't try her hardest. She always thought that she could have helped in some way.

Blake looked back to Yasmin, he could have sworn that he could see her eyes shimmer with tears. "I'm sorry... Why did you try to kill yourself Yasmin?" Blake asked her.

Yasmin tried hard to hold back her tears, she never wanted to show them to anyone.

'The first time I tried to kill myself, it was so that I could be with my parents... Tisa found me, bleeding from my wrist, she begged me not to leave her, and I didn't. Tisa was all I had, she was the only one that cared for me in this fucked up world. She was so kind... A lot of people in this world deserve to die, she was not one of them. I remember, she never let me out of her sight after she found me trying to kill myself. We weren't really that close when we were younger, but we only had each other. When I lost Tisa, I lost the one reason I had left to stay alive.' Yasmin wrote on the notepad, and showed it to Blake. It had taken her a while to write it, not just because that she found the words hard to spell out properly, but because she felt a flood of emotions overwhelming her. Halfway through writing it, she stopped just to hold back her tears. She also began to sniffle a little, as she remembered the nights she spent crying with Tisa, just wishing that everything would be normal, wishing she had parents that loved them both. They both never had a father, and their mother treated them like unwanted guests, but she didn't want to tell Blake every little detail.

Blake got up off the couch he was sat on and sat down next to Yasmin. "You stayed and lived a life you didn't want to, for your sister. You're a good person." Blake reassured her, trying to make her feel better.

Yasmin began to write something on the notepad, after she written it, she put her pen down on the couch and just looked at Blake.

'No I'm not, I'm a fuck up, a mistake.'

Blake looked back to Yasmin. "Yasmin, you're not a fuck up. You're my friend." Blake told her.

Yasmin looked down to the floor. "I almost ended my own life as well as yours, watched you like a hawk, and I feel like I'm going out of my fucking mind and starting to break down in front of you... How can you say I'm your friend after all that?" Yasmin questioned, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't understand her.

Blake looked at her and said, "We don't have to talk anymore if you don't want to."

Yasmin looked back up to Blake, wondering if he really thought he was her friend. She picked up the pen and notepad once more, and started to write.

'Why do you think I'm your friend?' Was the very blunt question on the notepad.

"Aren't we? You're always upfront with everything, unlike most people I know, and I like that. You also saved my life back at that cave, I still owe you one for that." Blake said to her.

Yasmin looked to Blake once more, before writing something else down.

'You don't owe me anything.'The note read out.

"So, are we friends then?" Blake asked her.

Yasmin thought about her response, she had never had a friend before, not unless her sister counted. She didn't even know exactly what a friend was, but she guessed it was someone that she didn't want to kill. Once Yasmin's tears had faded away, she nodded in response.

Blake smiled. "Good, I don't have many friends, it's good to know that I can count you as one." Blake said to her. Blake hated to see Yasmin this upset, but he was glad she told him all this, he now knew that she saw him as a friend.
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