Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ A Diary ❯ Under the Pillow ( Prologue )

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Author's Note: I wanted to do this one for the sake of Miyamoto. She worked hard to support her daughter, as many teenaged mom's have done/do/must do. I call her Miya, because, well…it just, I dunno, fits. Her boyfriend is none other than Robert Rochester, one of my own creations.

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Prologue:

Under the Pillow

I was making a final search of the cabin, when I came across a diary. This diary. It was hers. I know it. I can remember it well. It was always on top of that old bookshelf she had. The crisp, off-white pages, the raised, gold letters on the smooth, burgundy cover. Now if I could just remember where I put that key…

Could it still be there, I wondered, remembering the few times I had seen her lay it down under her pillow at night. Slowly I entered the bedroom. I recognized that lavender smell. I reached my hand under the soft, white pillow and felt a small, cold piece of metal. This was the key. It had to be. Quickly, I unlocked the dust-covered journal. Inside was only one entry:

I can't tell her. She thinks I'm a good mother. Learning the truth about my past would leave her mortified. Either that, or cause her to become just like her Momma. I was a disgusting little whore. Not only that, but I stole, and lied, and even…put an end to the life of another human being. What example is that to set for your pretty little daughter? It's not the kind I'd want to send to mine. And I never will.

I ripped it out, only to find it was not the first to have been ripped out. All my life Momma had lied to me, for nearly 17 years.

Now I've had a little time to control my emotions. But there is still a great deal of confusion in my life right now. So I think I'll continue writing here.