"Perfume-" Shriek fill her ear, world tilt over. Or rather she's the one who fall down, end up screeching from pain.
Footsteps came louder, the door open with force.
"Rita!" Figure of man appear, shouting her name. He rush her into nearby hospital, but the ring soon dissipates as minutes goes by.
Barely vivid, struggles to takeover.
"Pop, where are we going?" His gaze focused on the road, as bringing his daughter to a nearby hospital.
Doctor had check her, after whole hour of scanning and quick treatment. Her worry of sick fades, replaced with fear "Pop, i am going to be late."
The doctors confirm there is nothing wrong, yet he isn't that sure.
"Rita, you sure nothing is hurt?"
"Exept falling bruises, i'm fine!" Her father gently sigh, still worried.
he did bring his only daughter to school. "If you feel sick, just get to infirmary."
Rita nods, tighten her hug for dear father.
Tis' frail, weak body, such loving family, and a huge determination to live on.
She arrived on her school, she bid farewell to her father and he vanish into thin air with Rita acting like it was another monday. A world of pokemon, where everything goes realistically. Now, Rita has yet to have a pokemon of herself.
"A promise must be fulfilled." One teacher said to the entire classroom, all of them are normal kids.
As Rita herself is another indistinct from regular student here, besides her appearance rather adorable. Thing stick out of every student here was their personality and little disability, but most distinct out of all was some are redheads.
'That is how i separate all of my classmates.'
She was alone on the classroom while other kids went to lunch room, drawing the classroom empty without anyone besides her.
"Huh?" A certain curious bird pokemon enter the class, it was small. Smaller than Rita's own palm, emit warmth upon landing. Colours spread to Rita's drawing, as there is no other living organism on class besides both of them.
The bird soar away, once again putting Rita on this empty room. Yet, the color on her drawing didn't fade.
Drowziness hit her, immediate burden was relied on her neck. Gently lay her head on the table, transmitting her to-
"Rita-" A voice, like her own. But it isn't
Rush open her lid.
A figure, similar.
Albeit her
"Good, you are aware." She once again trying to rub her eyes, but all it was her. starting from hair to toe, a perfect copy of herself.
Rita confused, her clone vanish before her eyes.
Whining, slight fear park up "Where, are am i?"
"Your dream." The clone sit right next to a large statue of certain humanoid pokemon, it was tall and majestic.
"What do you mean?" A single heart beat was heard, the dreamscape shifts.
"Remember this meeting, you will see me again." The world crumbles, she was awake upon her classmates enter.
All of them have a great time, but she have a wierd one.
Her drowzy fades upon ecountering the lesson, she was silent and do nothing.
"Yeaaaaay!" All of the kids scream as bell rings loudly, classes door opened with horde of kids exiting. Leaving Rita behind, no one exept the teacher in class.
Rita pack her things.
"See you at Monday, Sir Stan." Sluggish, leaving the class slowly. Unlike her friends.
Mr. Stan, hard to choose a word. End up with "Sure, Rita. Have a nice weekend, also- e uhh. Don't forget about your assignments!"
Rita close shut the door, didn't with force.
Hallway, still plenty of redheads speaking with each others. 'Not sure what they're talking about.'
Steps by steps, she took without deterring. Blow of winds, nesting bird pokemon. All were present, indicating how close she are to home.
Most peoples freaked out when they ecounter such horde, yet she isn't.
Several steps is all it took for her to get home. Sky had turned yellow, small yellow lake reflect the light. Enough for her to notice.
She unlock the door, and usual "I'm home." With nobody to welcome, as they all not present.
Afternoon, unnerving and liminal.
Took off her uniform, rush upwards to get her home clothes.
Her first activity was changing clothes, of course the black uniform need to be clean. The scarf left on the hang, the rest are put inside the closet once more.
She sigh on her bed, slowly closing her eye. She sleep, as the darkness trantitioned into the same place where she sleeps on classroom.
Her clone already present with a violin, singing an unknown song. Eerie, yet calming at the same time.
"Sleeping, i see." Rita walk to her clone, she have a curiousity to peek.
"What are you?"
Her clone was in silence, the clone stutter so many times. "I am on your mind, but i am not you."
"Are you lonely?" Her clone said, Rita nod.
"I can be your friend, maybe your first one."
On meantime, Rita's body subconciously dropping a tears.
She did on the dream too, accepting her clone's offer. The clone give a smile with her own face, the clone said "Don't be suprised of my appearance on your life, as the clone now twist the time and place inside the dream.
Went forward the dream, now they both on a large ship on atlantic ocean.
"Do you have a name?" Rita's clone attention switch back from steering the ship to her, the memory became vivid. The clone spin around, completely different clothes.
The clone wear a headwear, it resemble an eye.
The clone said "I have no name, yet. But i decide you call me Qota, maybe it will make you easier to communicate with me."
A single beat of heartbeat now heard, Qota immediately put her hand on Rita's eyeballs.
Rita instantly wake up from the unexpected move, it was not real after all. Rita grab both of her eye, she indeed can see with it with no problem.
'Congratulation, you are now able to hear me from now on.'