Chapter 71
<strong>CHAPTER 71</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">I braced myself, feeling the beating of my heart quicken as the end of my time with Amanda came to an end. It was our first ‘online session’ together, and I assumed that she always tried to nudge the conversation toward my nightmares to get to the subject at least a little bit before we had to go our separate ways, and it was almost scary how good she was at it. Although of course, she would never force me to talk about them if I didn’t want to.
<span style="font-weight:400">I did, though. And I also didn’t. It was just… it was just hard to exin.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Speaking of not sleeping enough,” Amanda said, her face on Cecilia’s giant television screen. “Have you stopped using Togetic to induce sleep?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Cece had lent me her entire hotel room for this and kicked everyone out. Not that they minded, of course. They were happy that I was getting help, and they hadn’t judged me whatsoever when I told them I was getting therapy. Even Pauline hadn’t made a snarkyment.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah,” I breathed out.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Take your time,” Amanda softly said. “You’re in a safe ce.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I thought they were getting better, especially when I slept with my… friend Cecilia. But I’ve been getting them, and they’ve been worse since the leak three days ago,” I said, my throat suddenly feeling dry. “I’m always in this… in this maze-like ce that looks like the power nt, and I always get trapped by Dusknoir and stabbed by Mars at the end over and over. When I wake up, it’s like I have the wind knocked out of me. For five seconds or so, I just— I can’t breathe, or I guess I forget how to. Then I start getting… this dull, throbbing pain wherever I got stabbed somehow. Finally, I take a breath and scream my heart out. Then I feel the softness of my bed, the sweat, and tears against my skin, I stare at my ceiling, and I finally remember,” I exined. “I remember that it’s not<em><span style="font-weight:400"> real.</em><span style="font-weight:400">”
<span style="font-weight:400">I was feeling scared by the end of my words. With the leak, Mars could have even more information about me if she wanted. It wouldn’t take that much research to find out I was in Eterna city right now, or the Pokemon center room I stayed at, or where I used to live in Jubilife—
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Calm down. I already warned dad about it, it’s beyond your control now.</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Amanda stayed silent for a second as my words sunk in. “I’m sorry. No child should have to go through that,” She said with a gentle, sad look. “I can see how the leak made things worse, but I promise you that the League will do everything in its power to bring team Gctic to heel. You said that having your friends around helped you a lot, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded. “Hmhm.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good. You told me about Denzel before, but I never heard about the others. It’s good to have a group of people you can lean against and rely on.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I met them after ourst session together, actually,” I said. “They’re great people. I wouldn’t have made it without them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sure that’s correct. But— and I don’t mean this in a bad way— from the stories you’ve told me, it seems that you’re helping them a lot more often than they’re helping you,” Amanda said.
<span style="font-weight:400">I frowned. “They never <em><span style="font-weight:400">asked</em><span style="font-weight:400"> me for that help. They’re not taking advantage of me, I just… I just want to help my friends. Isn’t that natural?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It is! It’s a wonderful thing, and it makes you a great person, Grace. But between your nonstop Pokemon training, the nightmares, and being all of your friend’s support crutch… I fear that you’re going to crash hard soon.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, I’ll be fine,” I dismissed. “If I start feeling tired, I’ll tell them and take a break.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Exhaustion can sneak up on you very quickly. One minute, you can feelpletely fine, and the next, it’s like the whole world is weighing you down.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m good, Amanda,” I said. “I think it’s just the way I am.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Very well,” She said after a pause. “But just ask yourself this, Grace: when was thest time you took a day for yourself? With nothing work-rted?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well— I… uh, I guess it’s been a while. But I don’t consider being there for my friends something akin to work. They’re here for me too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. Forgive me if I went too far, Grace. I worry that you’ll overwork yourself soon—”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her rm started to ring.
<span style="font-weight:400">“—And that’s the end of our session. Sorry that we had to reschedule on such short notice. My job forces me to make in-person sessions a priority, even though I keep telling them that''s nonsense. Now you’ll have to wait until you get to Hearthome for our next one. The next four days are already full for me, and you’re leaving in three days, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded. “The next four days are full? That’s strange. Plus, you said that you were already swamped.” I asked. “What gives? You’re usually not that busy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m afraid I’m required to keep everything about my other patients confidential. You wouldn’t like it if I just told anyone else your problem, would you?” Amanda asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re right,” I quickly replied. “Goodbye, I guess. Have a good day.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You have a good day too, and don’t forget to rest!”
<span style="font-weight:400">The connection was cut off, and I just leaned deeper into my seat and stared at nothing in particr for a few minutes. It felt nice to talk to Amanda again, but she had been right. A video feed wasn’t as good as actually being in her office. Still, trainers were always on the road, and I couldn’t afford to stay idle too long. I got up and grabbed some water from Cece’s fridge before making my way to the exit. I opened the door and peeked my head out, worrying that one of the old rich men that had moved to the top floor would see me walk around in just shorts, but the coast was clear. I ran on my tiptoes to Louis’ room and knocked.
<span style="font-weight:400">Justin let me in.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did you start already?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, no, we obviously waited, but I wanted to ask you if that meeting went well…?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I smiled. “Yeah, it felt good to talk to someone. Where’s everyone?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Justin led me to the living room, where a chaotic disy could be seen. Denzel and Pauline were ying some sort of card game, and I took sce when I saw that the girl was losing horribly. I could tell, not because I knew the rules, but because she was swearing over and over. Emilia and Louis were spectating on the edges, egging them on in between their other activities. Emilia was brushing Rockruff’s fur and the blond boy was trying, but failing to mimic her with his Vulpix. Cece looked stricken with worry until she saw me enter, and she rushed to me, grabbing both of my hands.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you alright?! Did she treat you well? I can get you a paid professional therapist if you need it—”
<span style="font-weight:400">I smiled before interrupting her. “Amanda’s great, you don’t have to worry about her.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I still wish you told us you were doing therapy,” Pauline said. “I can’t believe Denzel hid it from us.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I mean, it just never came up, I guess,” I said. “All of my previous sessions with her were in Floaroma after the…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t need to say anything,” Denzel said. “Let’s get your mind off things and start nning the next leg of the journey, shall we? It’s a big one.”
<span style="font-weight:400">We all took our seats on the couch.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Crap, I forgot my notebook,” I groaned.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No need for notes,” Pauline waved her hand. “Justmit everything we talk about to memory.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I mean, I could do that, but taking notes just makes it easier to remember.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“All I hear is moaning andining—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shh, stop bickering!” Emilia said, somewhat startling her Rockruff. She petted the Pokemon, whoid his head back on herp. “Denzel, start us off, please.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My best friend pped his hands, clearly giddy with excitement. “Alright! So in three days, we’ll leave for route 206. This will be the easiest part of the journey since we have the cycling road to help us. It’ll only take around six hours of riding if we count the rest stops to get through.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded. I remembered hearing all about the cycling road on the news when I was around six or seven. The project had originally started in an attempt to link Eterna city and Oreburgh together, so trainers would be able to avoid taking the long way, which included braving Eterna forest. It had stopped at around seventy percent of the way there, though.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why <em><span style="font-weight:400">did </em><span style="font-weight:400">the cycling road never finish getting built?” I asked curiously.
<span style="font-weight:400">Emilia sprung up. “When the League announced the project, Floaroma, and Jubilife threw a fit about it, including their representatives in the Directorate. Floaroma’s entire economy— along with selling their energy— relies on attracting trainers passing through and making them spend as much money as possible before they leave. Jubilife would have been less affected, but they still enjoyed the fact that trainers had to pass through them since they’re kind of the hub between Floaroma, Eterna, Oreburgh, and Canve. The cycling road would have removed their advantageous position. In the end, both cities, along with Canve, tanked the budget for the project to finish, and we ended up getting what we have now… this half-finished cycling road leading to route 207.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I listened attentively, nodding at each piece of information. “Thank you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Great as always, Emi. How good of you to educate those in need.”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“, , ,” </em><span style="font-weight:400">I said. “I bet you can’t even ride a bike since you were obviously driven everywhere as a kid.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Pauline blushed, clearly caught off-guard. “That isn’t true at all! I learned like everyone else!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are we done?” Denzel groaned, raising his hands. Pauline and I nodded, still side-eyeing each other. “Thank you! Like I said, we get to route 207 in six hours, then we’re on foot. From there, it’ll take a week or so to get to the entrance to Mount Cor, not because the route is long, but because the terrain is a <em><span style="font-weight:400">bitch</em><span style="font-weight:400"> to walk through. Think route 211.”
<span style="font-weight:400">We nched a little at the mention of Mount Cor.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry too much, a lot of the cave is patrolled by rangers, but there <em><span style="font-weight:400">is </em><span style="font-weight:400">a small stretch in the middle that’ll be difficult to get through since it’s too deep in. Basically like Eterna forest, but only for two days,” Denzel said, looking at Emi. “Feel free to get yourself a ne ticket, by the way.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I… I have to think about it,” Emilia said. “Beldum would be a great help to everyone.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t force yourself,” Louis said. “We’ll live.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Anyway, in total, that’s six days to get through Mount Cor. This’ll be the first actual hard cave to get through, and we’ll need some caving gear. Helmet, heamp, pads— there’s apparently a lot of water in that section too, so we might need wetsuits.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh,” Pauline groaned. “At least it’ll be quick.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The <em><span style="font-weight:400">hard</em><span style="font-weight:400"> part will be quick. The edges of the cave itself will be hard to traverse, even if the wild Pokemon will be weaker. After that, we have route 208, which takes around five days to get through. The first… eighty percent of it is just Mount Cor, but on the outside. Then we have to scale down the mountain— don’t look at me like that, there’s a path to follow! After that, we’re basically there already,” Denzel finished.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So… eighteen days just to get to Hearthome,” Justin quickly counted. “That’s a long trip.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yup. Don’t worry too much about the time it takes to get gym badges though. Pastoria, Veilstone, and Sunnyshore are all rtively close to each other. The main time sinks will involve getting there, then all the way back to Canve and getting up to Snowpoint,” Denzel exined.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So I suppose we better start getting that caving gear then,” I said, getting up. “We also need to restock on food and stuff. Who’s going where?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Actually everyone, I have a question,” Emilia said. “Um, tomorrow, there’s a contest that I’d like to go see, and I was wondering if you guys would… go with me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course!” Pauline smiled. “Why were you even scared of asking?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Denzel raised a hand. “Actually, I’m not the biggest fan of—”
<span style="font-weight:400">Pauline shot him a murderous re. He coughed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“—I’ll go, obviously.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good. Emilia, your parents still haven’t called, by the way?” Pauline asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No… which is odd,” she answered.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thinking about it, none of our parents have called after our… less than ster performance,” Louis said, looking at Justin. “I expected to get yelled at.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe they’ve finally seen reason,” Justin smiled. “Let us not speak about sensitive topics. I’ve always been a fan of watching contests on television, so I’m d I’ll finally get to see one in person.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I excitedly agreed. In a way, I had never been too interested in contests, but maybe seeing one would give me ideas on different movebinations for the future. After a few more minutes, we all dispersed and went to different stores. Denzel and Louis went to buy our caving gear, while the rest of the group went to buy… everything else, filling up our backpacks to the brim. The next day, bright in the morning, we all made our way to the contest venue, a stadium only slightly smaller than Gardenia’s gym, and it was surprisingly packed. Just seeing Emilia’s excited face was enough to make some of it rub off on me. I was intrigued to learn more about the world of Pokemon coordinators, but more than anything, I was happy she could finally make her dreame true.
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