Things Are Alive

I'm extremely bitchy today. My horn is broken and so are my emotions. I hate being a unicorn in moments like this; my center of emotion shattered. I can't do anything except rest and heal. Anypony that bothers me today is my enemy.

A knocking at the door; I use my magic and open the door. Applejack trots in and I groan wishing she wasn't here; Applejack was one of those ponies that I didn't consider an enemy in my state of being, she's one that made we want a body pressed against mine. She was here to fill me in with the latest gossip going around Ponyville.

"What about the search for whatever did this to me?!" she went silent thinking it over; I was about to yell at her again when she answered "we reckon' it was that thing that had threatened Octavia" I rolled my eyes at that annoyed that I wanted her body pressed against mine more than Applejack's.

AJ decided to check on my horn and I tensed ready to strike; I stopped myself and fell into sobbing instead "y'all sure this'll heal?" I twitched but didn't strike her.

"I don't want to talk about it" she patted my side and then was gone.

A knocking at my door greeted me shortly after "go away" the knocking continued "I said go away!" and they still continued to knock. I forced the door open with my magic screaming "what do you want?!"

I looked and saw Octavia who was glaring at me with a surprisingly dark look; of all the stupid mares to show up why her? She trotted up to me and was looking down at me "where's that stupid filly, Vinyl was it?" I was extremely bitchy and didn't give a damn.

"She's working, but you… what are you doing?" I nearly swore wishing I wasn't in casts; I wanted to slap her hard, force her to my whims and then kill her with my bare hooves.

She saw something behind my eyes and pressed a hoof on my chest; it burned in agony "have your eyes been troubling you, they've been troubling everypony else."

"My eyes? have you gone mad Octavia?" she held a mirror in front of my face and I growled.

My eyes were worse than Discord's; I gave into fear and tried to crawl out of my bed but Octavia's hoof was weighing down on my chest "you see it too don't you? others can't, not like I can." She was pressing down harder on my chest and I could feel bone cracking and screamed "I nearly lost Vinyl to those eyes, and you have them now."

The compassion of her voice was gone as I tried to run and hide. I desperately wanted to escape from Octavia's grip; I felt a rib crack and screamed a loud piercing whine "Octavia is going to kill me!"

She fell back in shock; what is she doing? "what am I doing? this is crazy you're my friend." She began to pace the room. I didn't dare move hoping she would forget about me. I was tense the entire time ready to flee if I needed. I was to terrified to screen when she took a step towards me.

She sat down on the edge of my bed; I could feel her presence. My emotions couldn't decide what I wanted to do; first I wanted her, then I wanted to kill her, and then I wanted to run from her. Then I wanted to do all of them in no particular order. They clashed inside my head, the strongest trying to go to the tip of my horn that was still healing.

In the end I wanted her, wanted her every why that she could think of, I could think of… and then I wanted to hide fearing Vinyl Scratch was watching. I did just that.

I hid under my covers like a little filly hiding from the monsters under the bed, if I was crying I couldn't tell.

I felt Octavia's touch and I fled, I was trembling to bad to open my door. I heard her voice and honey started to fill my thoughts "I'm not going to hurt you Twilight" she spoke and I sunk into her voice; I wanted to taste the lips that sweet voice came from.

When she touched my mane I nearly threw myself onto her with a scream of delight.

She led me to my bed and I was trembling with hope.

I smiled as she looked down at me, her mane was beautiful and her coat like velvet.

I couldn't wait to feel that coat pressed against mine.

I was excited at the thought of the warmth from her lips, to feel the soft touch she had when she played her Cello for everyone to hear.

I cried happily when she kissed my forehead, and the warm breath on my ear as she whispered to me was alluring "go to sleep little one" the words filled my mind and then I was snoring fast asleep.