The Cry of a Lonely Heart
 
Hi everybody!  This is my first fanfic, so it may not be very good, but it may 
be.  It all depends on what all of the readers think, so please review.
 
Prologue 
 
 Sadness.  Pain.  Fear.  Do you truly know what that is?  I do.  I was out in 
the middle of the forest, all alone with all those feelings buried deep inside 
me.  It wasn't the forest that bothered me though.  It was what I had done.  I 
had just rejected the one true love of my life.  And it didn't have to happen. 
She was the one who I traveled with all the time, the one who was at my side 
when there was trouble, the one that I loved the most.  Now she had left me.   
 
(Flashback will be in third person, then it will change back when the Flashback 
ends.)
 
*Flashback*
 

"Ash you moron!!!!!"  Yelled Misty.  "Why do you get us lost all the time!!!!!  
Don't you know how to read a map!!?"
   
"Hey! I know how to read a map!" defended Ash.  "If you were in my position you 
would probably get us lost too!"  
 
"Ok, ok, guys calm down," said Brock nervously.  "I'm sure that we will find our 
way out of this like every other time we were lost."  
 
"No, Brock!!  You stay out of this!" yelled Misty.  
 
"Don't take every thing out on Brock!!" Yelled Ash.  
 
"You know what? I don't need this!!!" Yelled Misty angrier than ever,  with 
tears forming in her eyes.  "I'm going home to my sisters" she said, not with a 
scream now but now with sadness in her voice.  She ran away crying. 
 
It was then that Ash realized something.  Ash then said to Brock, "Brock….I need 
to go take a walk by myself."  Ash then walked in to the Forest, they were near 
opposite the way Misty ran off to.
 

*End of Flash Back*
 

 I sat there thinking.  Hard.  I regretted everything he did.  All of which I 
could not take away.  What would I do now?  If I ever saw Misty again, I would 
try to apologize, and all of this would just be a silly little bickering that 
meant nothing.  Only now she is probably miles away from here.  Every step that 
she took, every second that passed by, the farther away she got and the sadder I 
got.  I did not go after her, afraid of the consequences of hurt feelings that I 
would get and afraid of the damage that has already taken affect in this petty 
fight.  I stood up,  walked out of the forest back to camp and tried to endure 
the pain of loneliness, of the pointless fight that shouldn't of happened. 
 
This is the end of the prologue.  I know it is kind of short, but, hey, it's the 
prologue.  Chapter one will be longer.  Please review.