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I SOLD MY SOUL TO A THREE PIECE

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[attr="class","freiwantttop"]AND HE TOLD ME I WAS HOLY

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molecular structures. genetics.[break][break]

difficult concepts but you study and study and study until it all begins to click together.[break][break]

the only daughter of scientists. intelligence is practically in your dna. their harsh pushes do more harm than good but you understand, kind of. their daughter cannot be a failure. you must meet their expectations, exceed them.[break][break]

it’s a heavy burden to bear on dainty shoulders. the work is exhausting. you have little to no friends, what with your nose in a book. not like it matters. their acceptance matters, their approval of you is required for a better life.[break][break]

friends are trivial when your parents are all but forcing the family business into your hands.[break][break]

you’re thirteen years old when they up and decide to leave the plush snow of snowpoint city. bigger opportunities, they say. more research grants, more unknowns waiting to be discovered. you get no say and while you aren’t exactly attached to this part of the world, an empty pang in your chest says otherwise.[break][break]

hoenn.[break][break]

a pretty region, full of life and activity. some parts remind you of home but there is no snow here, only ash.[break][break]

their schedules are busier than back home. making a name for themselves, they say. seizing the day. the sinister workings behind their research is lost on a young mind and so you study and study with little breaks.[break][break]

training is almost out of the question. sure, you’re trained in bojutsu and you aren’t too bad with combat but the pokemon you were gifted for your research? they suffer in cages. each time you try to take them outside to play, you are slapped away with a harsh yell. research Pokemon are nothing more than tools, darling daughter. you’ll learn one day.[break][break]

except you don’t and perhaps you never will.[break][break]

you leave home in search of more at the age of eighteen, little scars and old bruises under your belt. a sheltered girl released onto the world to find her true purpose… something out of a movie or fairy tale, it seems.[break][break]

except your life is anything but a movie. there is no prince in this fairy tale, to save you from the harsh reality of the world beyond those suffocating walls. you were merely a tool then and maybe you are even a tool now. a means to an end…[break][break]

that doesn’t stop you from continuing your research on your own accord. your way, your rules. no more using pokemon as tools, no more hits when you get something wrong.[break][break]

for the first time, it feels like you can breathe again. the suffocating schedule and grasp is gone, replaced with a terrifying sense of freedom. so much to do and so much to learn and yet, you are still just as scared as when you left.[break][break]

your research requires your attention and so you push on past the insecurities, the doubt, the fear. you push on for something greater than yourself, greater than your need to escape the cruel hands of your parents.[break][break]

science is at the front of your mind, engraved into you since you were a small child. despite this, you crave something more. something besides the knowledge and the feeling of success. you crave friends, companions, a love for yourself that you are utterly lacking.[break][break]

this craving isn’t enough to be focused on, however, and perhaps your parents were right that your childish ways will get in the way of your bright future. your mind is a gift, they always say. cherish it.[break][break]

above all, you want to cherish yourself too…