Toxic Girl

Help me mitigate this pain, that's all I ask for.

Those were the last before I fell unconscious and into the hooves of the specialists. I remember having shed a tear or two.

Images of Evening Sky flashed before my eyes; her sweet childish laughter filled the scene.

"Come," she said, "take my hoof and follow me."

"No," I said hesitating, "you're free to go, you don't have to be with me."

"Why not? You really are amazing."

"I'll just end up hurting you like I had with others..."

"But you can't avoid that, I am stronger than you think."

"You have shown me your true self and I just want you to know that..."

"What?"

I woke up after the effects of the anesthesia startled and confused. I tried to speak but it seemed even worse than before, in fact I wasn't allowed to speak at all. My only assistant was Rosie May writing down almost everything I thought of. That would be going on for about two weeks.

In the end one morning Evie did come to see me. She looked incredible; her long, silky , golden mane against the pale sunlight, her bright blue eyes, her graceful silhouette; she looked sad and worried however.

She gave me a warm hug and weeped the lost little girl she was.

"Sweetie, they told me what happened! I'm so sorry, I never knew."

I spoke with some effort, "Don't be sorry...it's not your fault."

"Shhh, don't try to talk too much."

And so I pointed to Rosie May to try to communicate somehow.

"I understand you received my letter."

Evie timidly approached me and read what was in the scroll.

"Oh...yes, I did," she sighed, "it was really touching what you said and I wanted to tell you something else..."

My eyes glowed.

"You see, after I left you to sort things out I returned to finish that film I started with Danube. We talked about the matter. He is a good listener and everything and he said that, that..."

She paused and voice began to tremble and pulled out a handkerchief.

"That you were no good for me but then I asked, how?"

I asked to write down , "Because he's trying to get back together with you that's why I said in my last letter that I wasn't asking for you to love me back."

"No, that's not what I want...I want YOU."

Tears were flowing down my olive green eyes and I tried to say, "That's the problem, everybody wants me but I need to hear the words from you."

"And that is?" she said.

"I, I love you, that's all I ever needed to hear and you never said that."

"Oh..." she said in a lower tone, "but I don't need to tell you that to show you that I really care about you. Do you still have the Magus Card I gave you?"

"Yes."

"I sensed you were in trouble because as others might say, I'm not the kind of girl you think I am."

"And I realized that from the start," I replied.

"When I was younger I was visited by Luna as well. She told I had a special gift; being able to see the present with such clarity. The Cards of Fate can help me too in different ways and this was in particular, the Magus, the one who can balance chaos and harmony and knows thyself so well that there is no space for fear or doubt."

"This is, so..."

"Confusing, I know. I didn't provoke this if that's what you think, I made it more evident. Your ghosts are fears, shadows of doubts, illusions."

"You mean they were never real, none of those sexual encounters were true?"

"Of course they were true; the feelings were real and because your mind is connected to your body it had these consequences. I can see right through you and I agree with loving you just they way you are. I didn't fall in love with the rockstar but the one you've always been."

I began to sob and that's when she comforted me and sat by my side.

"I don't need any pony else but you. Living the life my parents chose for me with a colt I don't love will never make me feel complete because somewhere along the way you would be missing."

"But, you're not afraid to give into me?"

"No, not anymore. Marelyn; I am deeply in love with you."

Rosie May couldn't help sharing her reaction and cried, "Oh goodness, pardon me but this just so beautiful for words!"

"I don't wanna leave you ever again," said Evie.

"Me neither."

She remained and rested by my side for the rest of the afternoon. Pete said it was the nicest get well present I could ever receive. He wasn't too happy with the idea but yes that I was smiling again and that was enough.

As well as for those so called ghosts they were gone; I was able to sleep well again; the aftermath was the strangest album that I had conjured. Jayson told me that voice problem could be taken care of with the proper tools that he had available.

As for Blak we, remained close friends. I tried to dig his romantic goth style and I tolerated it but it wasn't comparable to ours. I wanted to remain as the strong one for the ones I loved the most and produce something truly inspiring; a material to provoke, something raw and emotional. I cleverly named it "The Heart of Metal."

END.