A/N: I don't know why I didn't do this sooner. I have decided to put all the journal entries together as they happen in order of event, in one story. I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. Keeping all the journals as separate stories is just going to confuse all of you because I know many of you will simply not read some characters, even if they do in fact reveal something major. So to keep everyone on track, I've made it one story with one link. Sorry about that.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

My mother got lucky yesterday, lucky that I didn't venture out of the house and into the wilderness. Yes, she was very lucky that she avoided another verbal brawl, and she could thank the rains for keeping me indoors. In fact, it was so gloomy and gross outside with the thick lingering clouds and the random, heavy blankets of rain, that I didn't even leave my bed. And of course I didn't accomplish any journaling either.

I feel rather behind on keeping this thing updated. I haven't been writing like I should be every day. I believe it is because I'm writing about the same old crap, and I'm quite tired of writing about the same old crap, over and over again. I feel like a broken record sometimes in this damn journal. And every time I read through it, I feel like nothing ever changes. The same old problems still exist.

But I'm going to bitch about these same old problems some more! Because isn't that what journal's are for? To release and unload our frustrations, anger, and even confusions? Because my mother is driving me crazy with all this Ghetsis Harmonia bull crap. And it seems that the only way I can escape it is to in fact, leave.

I do leave, a lot, and without my Pokemon at that. I think it's funny how mother freaks out over it. But she doesn't understand how old it gets when you have people, still to this day, flocking to you, demanding to see the great and powerful Reshiram and even asking for a few autographs or twenty.

I hate how I can't even catch peace and quiet in my own hometown anymore. It's gotten better though, I must admit. Beforehand people were flocking in from all across the region, and even across the world to see me in my little hometown. I became such a big attraction that local businesses were making bank off of the tourists. Festivals were also being created. And then I had to hire a few body guards.

It has taken two years for everything to get back to normal. And still I will have the random fan beg to see my Pokemon every time I leave the house, which is why I don't carry them as often as I used to. I wish my mother could understand that.

So after I write this, I'm going out. It's almost twilight, and the sky is clear of clouds; making this time my favorite time to go out to my favorite clearing in the woods and watch the stars come out and the sky change to many different shades of light and dark blue.

I will also be leaving without my Pokemon because I know that no one is going to mess with me. I'm the Hero, after all. The champion. No one will know I'm unarmed because they will assume I have Reshiram at all times.

And as I leave tonight, I know that I will go through another fight with my mother. She will cry and yell and beg and maybe even curse me to stay, because she still fears Ghetsis is after me.

I know he's not after me. He is finished. His forces have deserted him or they've all been arrested and thrown in prison. However . . . That Shadow Triad still gives me the creeps. They crept up on me shortly after they freed him and gave me a few orbs. They informed me the orbs were from Ghetsis, and then asked me if he is testing me or using me. How am I supposed to know these things? They were trying to be intriguing, I guess.

Needless to say, Ghetsis can't test or use me with those orbs because I buried them in the garden about a year and a half ago. They mean nothing to me. I don't even remember what the Shadow Triad called them.

So mother is worried Ghetsis will kidnap me. I'm certain that if he wanted me, he would have used the Shadow Triad to kidnap me by now, or even when they confronted me with the orbs.

Ghetsis does not scare me. He doesn't. And I will prove to mother that he doesn't, even if he has been seen close by.

Yes, he's been spotted very close by. Near Route 18 was the last place I heard of from my best friend Bianca just mere minutes ago on the phone. She said it was in the evening newspaper. Oh well, I'll believe it when I see it.

Lord I hope my mom hasn't seen the headline yet. No. It can't be true. And even if it is, I'm not scared of Ghetsis. He's weak, and he has nothing. He has no N this time to charm a dragon or other powerful Pokemon for his own command. He has nothing!

Arceus I hope he has nothing. There is no way. I refuse to fear this man.

Maybe, just maybe, when I leave I'll take at least one Pokemon. It wouldn't hurt. I know Victini is right downstairs sleeping in a corner of the soft green sofa. It's his favorite spot.

I almost don't want to put the pen down, because I want to convince myself some more on paper that Ghetsis is no threat to me. He isn't. I understand this. But I must take precaution. He may truly be on, near, or close to Route 18. If it's true, he may be even closer to Nuvema Town.

What if. . .

NO.

I must go. I need fresh air. I'll take Victini.