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Pokmon: A young girl's hope

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A young girl no older than eight years sat on the front steps of her home. Her big green eyes watched as the sun began to set off in the distance but as soon as the sun set her face flooded with confusion and worry. 'Where is he?' She asked herself while running her fingers through a strand of her long slightly messy lavender hair.

"Mindi, Mom said its getting dark and you need to come inside." An eight year boy with deep blue eyes and scruffy reddish pink hair said while stepping out of the house.

Mindi looked back at him with her still confused gaze. "Why isn't dad home yet?" She asked while slowly standing up, careful not to lose her balance since she did suffer from a balance disorder. "He should have been home by now...." Her tone was filled with the same worry an confusion that showed upon her face.

The boy gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Mom said he wouldn't be home tonight and that's all I know." He then walked back inside the house leaving the eight year old girl alone on the front the steps.

Mindi tried to shake the feeling of dread away but it was no use. Something was clearly wrong, her father was always home at this time. She waited a few more moments before following her brother into the house. She was greeted by even more dread since she could feel it in the air around her.

She slowly made her way to the family's kitchen where she saw her mother, a woman known as Jessie that looked a lot like the boy, sitting at the kitchen table. To Mindi it seemed like the closer she got to her mother the worse that feeling of dread and sorrow felt. "Mom, why isn't dad home yet?" She asked in a quite and shy sounding tone.

Jessie looked over at the girl, her blue eyes showed of an emotion she's never seen I'm her mother's gaze before and it seemed to become worse the second their eyes met, that emotion was saddness. Mindi patiently waited for her mother to answer her question even though she was slowly beginning to dread the answer. "Your father is very, very sick sweet heart....." Jessie spoke trying to sound clam, trying not to worry the young girl that looked just like her ill father even though it was hard. "He's in the hospital at the moment and probably won't be home for awhile, okay?" She asked asked.

Mindi contained to look at her mother, keeping her confused gaze since she didn't understand how sick he was. "He will be gone for a long time?" The young child asked already missing her father even though she has just seen him this morning.

Jessie didn't want to tell the girl that there was a chance her father could pass away because she knew just how heart broken she'd be because of how close she was to her father. "W- well I don't know." She stammered fighting to keep her clam even thought it was hard considering the fact she loved her husband deeply and her daughter looked exactly like him.

"Oh, okay...." Mindi trailed off while looking at the tiled kitchen floor.

"Look it's getting late why don't go to bed and we'll go visit him tomorrow." Jessie gave a fake smile as she looked away from the young girl.

"Okay." Mindi said in a more cheerful tone. She was happy that she'd be able him even though he was away. Jessie watched as she left for her room and the second she was gone she allowed the few tears that where trying to escape free.

Once Mindi reached her room she got changed into pajamas and crawled underneath a fuzzy light blue blanket that belonged to her father even though she used it a lot. She let out a small yawn while closing her big green eyes. She couldn't wait to see her father tomorrow because of how much she had already missed him.

Whenever it was the next morning she went down to the kitchen and ate breakfast with her twin brother and mother before the three of them headed out to the hospital to see her sick father. The car ride was long and silent since nobody spoke a word the whole trip. Whenever the family finally reached the hospital Mindi was amazed at how big the place was, she wondered how many people where in the large building.

Once inside, Mindi stayed close to her mother as she looked around at all the people in the waiting room. To Mindi they seemed huge since she was kind of short for her age and most of the people in their where adults. One if the staff member led the family to the room where Mindi's father was at.

Once they where inside Mindi was surprised at how dead her father looked. Mindi's father a man named James and he usually he seemed so full of life but bow he laid in the hospital bed hooked up to strange machines and his skin was somehow even paler than Mindi's. James didn't even know the three where there since he was unconscious and that's the way he remained for many months.

The months where long and his condition only continued to get worse and worse. Though the family kept visiting him every day, they we're just waiting for them announce that he passed well all expect Mindi. She was the only one that still had some shred of hope that by some miracle he'd wake up.

Mindi stood by her father's bed looking at him with her sad green eyes. She was there by herself since Jessie had taken her brother to the hospital cafeteria because he wouldn't stop complaining about being hungry, Mindi chose to stay because even thought she still had hope in her heart she knew it could be possible for her father to pass away at any moment. The more she thought about that the more the pain built up and soon it was to much for her to handle.

Mindi fell down onto her knees as she finally let the tears free. She rested her head on the side of her father's hospital bed as she continue to cry harder and harder. Her hope of him was begging to fade just like mother's and her brother's.

She flinched whenever she felt someone take hold of her small shoulder followed by sound of a weak voice asking, "Why are you crying kiddo?"

Mindi's green eyes looked at her fathe whom was looking back at her. "D-dad!?" She said in shock as she just stared at him.

Her father weakly sat up in the hospital bed, "how long have been out?" He asked in the same weak tone while taking a glance around the hospital room.

Mindi didn't reply to his question, instead she just wrapped her arms around him and continued to cry, only this time she wasn't crying because she was sad but because of how relieved she was that her father was awake and alive.
*sighes because I suck at writing descriptions* Okay so this was based off dream I had last night (I have depressing dreams) anyway do this is a short little story where James very sick and- well I don't really know how to describe it other than that

Well except it takes place in an AU where Jessie never died or Mindi ending up with her illness..... Anyway enjoy my short story or don't, I just kind of wrote it to write it you know?
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