Wicked Past: Part 1

I remember my childhood well. But I don't want to. I remember the horrible things that have happened to me. I remember them very well. Even though I've tried so hard to forget them.
My parent's were a pink and a yellow eevee. Yellow and cream father and pink and cream mother, that explains my colors. It still sounds weird, eevees are usually brown and cream colored. My father had electric blue eyes and my mother had brown. I remember their eyes so well. And I cry every time I think about them.
I can't remember much from the time when I was a little newborn eevee, ofcourse. But I'll tell you everything I can remember.

One sunny summer day I hatched in the Trophy Garden in Sinnoh. I was so happy. Very loving and caring parents and friends. That was wonderful. Having fun with my friends. It was really sad when some of my friends got caught, though. Very many of them got caught. No, all of them. It felt terrible.
But I still had my wonderful parents. That made me feel better. I had my parents, that was all I needed to be happy. But then this Trainer came. In the instant I saw his eyes I realized that he was one of those cruel trainers who were mean and unloving to their pokemon. I'm sure he wanted to catch me just because I was such a rare sight. My parents tried to protect me but his pokemon nearly killed them. His pokemon accidently did that, he was going to catch my parents too but his pokemon were a little too rough. A lot too rough. I was watching from a shadow and crying, being all paniced. Then he told his pokemon to get me. And they did. Ofcourse I tried to fight but I was far too weak. He catched me easily. I ended up in a weird green field full of weird pokemon I had never seen. I realize now that I went to the pokemon world inside a pokeball. Back then I though it was some sort of weird dream or a hallucination.
I was right about him, he was unfair, unfreindly, unloving, uncaring... The list goes on and on. I could see how his pokemon were unfeeling monsters because he had raised them cruelly and unlovingly. It felt terrible to have nobody to trust in and who would've cared about me. His pokemon just stared at me blackly and pushed me away if I cried and tried to get some sympathy from them. And the trainer was the same. He always said something like "Sheesh! Stop being a crybaby! You have to be STRONG like my other pokemon. Stop crying and begging for attention you pussy" I still hate him. I hope his life sucks. I so wanted to tell him that I hated him. But I couldn't speak human language. This is when I decided to learn it, no matter how hard it would be. I learned by listening to people talk and tried to mimic them. I learned to speak for three years because I wanted to be talk perfectly when I'd decide to talk to my trainer. One day I surprised my trainer by saying to him "I hate you". Nothing else since that was all I wanted to tell him. He looked very confused and surprised for a while but then said with his emotionless voice "Does it matter? You're far too weak to live by yourslef. And apparently too stupid to realize that I'm thinking your best" I answered to him only by giving an angry glare and showing my teeth. Stupid? He was the stupid one.
When I was about 5 years old, he had somehow manipulated me to like him or something. I had given up on hating him since it didn't change anything and before I realizd it he was doing all kinds of kind stuff to me. Too bad I didn't know back then that he was being nice to me because he wanted to evolve me. One night he told me that he wanted me to become an umbreon. I had nothing against that. So we went to Route 212. There was a thunderstorm. When I was in the middle of the evolution, a lightning hit into a tree very close to me and my trainer. When I got concious again, I had evolved into what I was now. I felt like a terrible mutant. Especially because I had antenna. My trainer was still unconcious on the ground. He was alive. I could see his breathing. I managed to drag him to a house nearby and then ran away into a random direction. I was so paniced I couldn't think. I just wanted to get away from there. And forget everything. Didn't matter where. Just somewhere far away. I ran until I was too exhausted to continue and stopped. I had ran to a mountain, Mt. Coronet was it's name. It read in a singh. I had cried the whole time from the lightning to that moment. When I had rested, I started to climb on the mountain. I wanted to decide where I'd go next. I wanted to go somewhere far away so the cenery wouldn't remind me of those horrible things that had happened to me.