Toxic Girl

"A ghost?" said Twigster surprised. "You have a wild imagination, dude!"

I lowered my head, "Fine, don't believe a single word I said."

"No, it's okay, I believe you but you've also been acting funny ever since the eclipse. See, I think you have a problem because I'm pretty darn certain it doesn't have to do anything with curses or magic or ghosts."

My eyes started watering and my voice shook.

"Dude, it's okay but I don't want you to go crazy or anything, that's the last thing we would need as a band."

"But some things are real," I said sobbing, "They are, why would this happen to me, it seems that I'm going two steps backwards instead of going forward."

"Do you wanna hear something cool? The album's almost done; I don't know how that was possible but it was possible. Just hang in there, okay, I will come and visit as much as I can."

"That's great..." I said in a lower voice, "Really great."

"Well, get some rest and forget about all of that, maybe it was just a bad dream or something."

"That's what I kept telling myself, how can I be sure it won't happen again?"

"Was it really THAT bad?" he said.

I sighed deeply, "She, um, she blew me. Why do think I'm telling you this?"

"And you call that a bad experience?"

"I'm confused, I feel as if I did something terrible."

"Fine, fine. We'll discuss this later..."

Maybe it had been a nightmare after all.

The gloomy weather kept coming from time to time and I was instructed not to be exposed to any sudden changes in the temperature.

"Oh, my stars!" cried Evie, "I did my best to come quickly." She hugged me tightly and filled me up with kisses. I considered myself lucky at this point.

When she came to see me she was heavily concerned. I also noticed she had brought some kind of satchel.

"This is worse than I expected," she said in a more serious tone. "I believe it will be necessary to use my abilities to help you."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked timidly.

"Luna said I was made to heal and that I will do. All these events are tied yet they are still bringing you sorrow. Your problem is simple to explain but difficult to treat..."

I stood pale.

"Your imagination, I mean! You have to control it otherwise it can turn into something darker and destructive. It's it your cutiemark."

"The double cross, why do you keep bothering me with this?"

"As above, so below. Both forces must be still so they can live together as one. I believed you learned this during your unconsciousness with the eclipse."

"Yes, and?"

She turned around and looked at me with dreamy eyes. I felt so bad inside as if my heart was twitching.

"Marelyn, please don't so anything you will later regret, here." She handed me out one of the many Cards of Fate; it was called the Magus. It had a picture of a unicorn wizard pointing towards up and down. There was also in front of him a table with many different elements which I couldn't make out. It was upside down.

"This is you. I'm not trying to confuse you more than you are already. It means that you're doing some major damage to yourself."

She tried to kiss with an open mouth trying to take advantage of my frailty and I quickly turned away.

"No, please don't!"

"What's the matter, I thought you liked that."

"I'm sorry, I'm just too sensitive right now."

"Right, get some rest."

The reason why I evaded her was because I had a flashback of that ill fated sexual encounter I had with the other girl. It felt more like an abuse, and abuse of power to be exact.

I wouldn't let this get to me so badly to panic in front of her so I began to make excuses, something that would have fatal consequences.

When I began to get well and was up on my hooves again I went back to rehearse with the band. As usual, Fred was the one who looked at me with resent because he felt I was desperate for attention, or something like that.

Finally he dared to make one brilliant remark one afternoon while at my placein the small theater.

"I think love is poison for you, my little pony friend. Instead of making you feel more inspired it's practically making you ill all the time, and it's weird enough as it is!"

"It was just a coincidence, okay? I have been working under so much stress and it's come to a point were things don' t make any sense anymore."

"To my understanding there have been several coincidences already, could it be the fact that you can't handle the heat?"

That upset me, "What's that supposed to mean, you think I'm running away from my responsibilites?"

"You could say that. This isn't even my band and I have been acting more professional than you."

Twigster interrupted, "I always supported you, dude, but don't you think things are getting a little bit out of hand?"

I began to breathe deeply, "Look, I'm sorry I've been a lousy leader but I can't help being caught in such a whirlwind of changes. Most creatures think I'm incredibly special and I am starting to become disgusted by that. I wish I could be a down to earth pony."

"You're not lousy!" said Jayson. "Besides, we're all special just by the fact of being here. I was dropped out of my band for experimenting, Fred is special because he sees the world differently and good ol' Twigster is special for being such a good friend. To wrap things up I think you're lucky enough to have us."

I stood crestfallen, "Really? And you're not mad at me being too passionate in my relationships?"

"There's always a balance for that!" said Fred.

"Give me an example."

"Don't lose your head and keep your hooves on the ground and don't lose sight of your projects, stay focused..."

Suddenly I trembled and interrupted my guitar playing friend, "Is it getting too cold in here?"

Everyone else went silent.

"No, I believe the temperature's just fine," said Twigster.

"Never mind; let's do this!"

The song began with a sustained slide guitar riff, something I never tried followed by a smooth electronic drum beat.

This ghost of a girl is killing me,
am I strong enough to believe,
this creature's all over me,
I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my faith,
I'm losing it.

Behind every corner a wink of an eye,
inviting me,
A stroke of her skin is more than enough
to bring out the worse in me.

I was trembling harder; my body felt heavier. I caught a glimpse of a moving spectre, it pale blue color was the evidence that she was around. And then she laughed cynically.

"There!" I cried, "Did you see that?"

"I'm sorry, I wish I could believe you but I didn't see anything," said Fred.

"What, what?" cried Twigster.

"The ghost! The girl..."

I was nauseated and lost balance until I hit the floor. What now?