(Happy birthday ArcticPapillon !!! Everyone say happy birthday !!! Anyways here's a writing ! That I did !!! For her birthday !!!)

A heavy rain fell outside and pitter-pattered against Hilda's window. The brunette sat in her little window nook, snuggled in a blanket. She held a mug in her hand that held a once hot beverage. As she stared out the window, Hilda brought the chocolatey liquid to her lips, but recoiled at the cool temperature. She sighed, making the drink ripple a bit.

Hilda looked around her room. The fuzzy pink bed comforter was thrown on the floor, along with many of Hilda's plushies. Her nightstand was covered with candy wrappers and empty ice cream cartons, and tissues, water bottles, and even more candy wrappers littered the floor. The rest of the room was relatively clean, other than the thin layer of dust that was beginning to form on anything that wasn't her bed.

Today was the first day she actually left her bed for more than five minutes. She thought maybe the rain would help soothe her heartache a tad, but she remained the same.

She hurt so much. It hurt when she breathed. It hurt to live- to do anything anymore.

She cried often. Hilda's eyes were always puffy, and she was beginning to lose her voice. She never used to cry. She hadn't even cried after her father died...

A soft knock was heard on Hilda's bedroom door. She knew this was coming. She saw them coming inside through the window. She heard them faintly downstairs. She knew.

They let themselves in.

"Hey Hilda..." A voice said cautiously.

"It smells in here." A less considerate voice added.

Hilda ignored them both. She found the rain far more interesting.

The lights in the room suddenly flickered on, making Hilda close her eyes and sigh, "Go away you guys."

The inconsiderate voice seemed even more annoyed at that comment, "Uh no...we are forcing you out of the house. Take a shower- you look like shit."

"Cheren!" The other voice scolded.

"What? You know I'm right, B- we shouldn't sugarcoat this!"

Bianca frowned.

"Doesn't matter how I look," Hilda said, "Nothing matters..."

Cheren seemed more frustrated by the second, "Seriously? All this over some guy? You hardly even knew him."

"I love him, Cheren..." Hilda whispered, pulling her knees to her chest, "Why can't you understand?"

"What is so great about a dude that just wants to take Pokemon from their trainers? Seems pretty shitty to me-"

A mug suddenly broke against the wall next to Cheren's face. Ceramic pieces and chocolate milk were splattered all over the floor. Biancs gasped as it happened, covering her mouth in surprise.

Hilda was on her feet, glaring daggers at the boy, "You don't know anything about him!" She exclaimed hoarsely, "Get out!"

Bianca uncovered her mouth, "Hilda, please just-"

"Leave me alone!" The brunette yelled, stomping her foot. As she did so, thunder shook the house, and blue lightning crackled in the clouds.

Bianca and Cheren both gulped. Cheren felt an itch on his face and awkwardly scratched it. When he pulled his hand away he noticed he was bleeding.

Cheren shook off the shock of the thunder, "Fine. Whatever. Stay in here forever. I hope you're happy." he hissed, turning and walking out of the room.

Hilda unclenched her fists. She hadn't even noticed they were balled up.

Bianca bit her lip and walked over to Hilda cautiously. She gently put a hand on her friend's shoulder and gave a small smile, "We'll be here for you. Promise. We aren't going anywhere."

Hilda shrugged off Bianca's hand and turned back to face the window. She let tears slip down her face as she hugged her arms for stability.

Hilda sniffled as Bianca's footsteps went out of the room. She looked out the window and up at the sky. Maybe her friends were right.

Maybe today was the day.