My life was good before you came along. I had friends, my mother actually gave a damn about me, half of the people in the world didn't hate me for that matter! You ruined it. You ruined the only happiness I had. And for what?! Just to keep you entertained?!
I'm not a fucking toy! And yet you treat me as such! I have feelings, too! I feel emotions, I've hurt, I've cried, I've wanted to throw myself off the edge of a cliff for all of the hell you've put me through!
I had a wonderful life. I was a normal kid, mostly. I didn't have a dad. I had one friend, but it didn't matter, because we were inseparable. Until that fateful day, when I turned ten, and you came along. I wish I could put you in my place, when my life was ruined.
Why didn't my mother glance my way? Why didn't she fucking give a damn that her only son was leaving home, with her having no way of knowing what was happening to him? You must've brainwashed her, too. You seem to be good at that, you know, manipulating other people.
I guess you must've manipulated him, too, my best friend. I was shocked to find out that he had somehow started hating me overnight. I thought and thought about something I could've done that would've made him so mad at me, so much so I thought I would go insane by trying to find out. I had no clues, other than the fact that your presence was there throughout all of this. I had my suspicions, but who was I to judge? I had no proof of it, after all.
But it got worse.
It seemed I had no more control over my actions. I was forced to accept the Professor's errand, forced to take a Pokemon, force to battle my best friend, furthering his sudden hatred against me. I was forced to partake on a journey into the unknown, unable to control where I went. It was soon I realized what was happening, as your presence grew stronger.
You were in control of me, I realized. You were watching my every move, controlling my every move. You controlled every direction I went, whom I interacted with, whom I battled...all of it. You seemed to enjoy making me do all this, too. I could sense you smiling as you would make me K.O yet another trainer's Pokemon, make me seem like a heartless, cruel jerk to the other trainers.
But you didn't care at all. I was merely a puppet to you, a toy, a game. You made my Pokemon fight those who were much stronger than they were, not bothering to even heal them when they grew weary. You didn't even seem to care when each and every one of my Pokemon were K.O'd by the enemy, simply trying again, hopefully not achieving the same outcome. I suppose you were lucky this time.
The climax of my misery reached its during that one, grueling match with my best friend--now my rival--in which you were so cruel...so cruel...I swear, Blue, it wasn't my fault. I never would've wanted that to happen. He battled so ruthlessly, and you made me battle just as ruthless with him. His poor, poor Pokemon...
You made me.
Not faint. It was gone. Never coming back! It's all your fault! I lost my best friend, and now, I'm a fucking murderer! All because of you. You even manipulated Professor Oak. You made me hack and slash my way through the Elite Four, then beat down my rival.
Professor congratulated me on the win, praising my training skills. What. The hell. Did you DO to him?! I wanted to scream at him, "I don't deserve this! It's not me!" but I couldn't. It was as if you had sewed my mouth shut. I got through the Elite Four, beat my rival, received the championship title...
...and that was it. I was set free. Your presence left me, and I was in control again. Finally. I was elated, so happy, so happy that I could live life normally again...
...and then I realized...
That it's much too late. You had scarred me for life. I can't make my mother love me again. Blue will never forgive me. I can't ever bring Raticate back. Everyone, everywhere, is going to forever hate me, all because of you.
I'm taking a vow of silence, from here on. I'm never going to speak again.
I soon got permission to go to Mt. Silver, and as soon as I could, I secluded myself there. I sat there everyday, growing weaker and weaker. I had nothing left to live for. You controlled my life, and made it a living hell.
Nothing else to do.
Goodbye to you. I'm done. If you're here--I can't tell anymore--tell me, can you feel the wind on the mountain? Can you hear it? As I fall from here, I want you to know, you caused this. It's all your fault. You caused me to do this, caused my end.
Only this time, it's my choice.
I hate you.