Insanity caused by sanity

I stared at the slightly smoldering wreckage of my once home.

One of the grocery bags balanced on my back starts its descent. I stop it with a quick wing, but an apple falls out. Tracking its seemingly endless fall through an infinite amount of space from the corner of my eye, I feel as if it represented how much time I had left before my control waned.

All too soon, a small thud emanates from the apple as it contacts the ground. My eyes snap to the front of my face, the pupils dilated to mere pinpricks.

The bearers of the elements of harmony are all staring at me, none of them willing to speak. Together, these six mares had just stopped a rogue hydra, but my home, along with several others, were lost before they arrived.

Calmly, almost too calmly, I began to make my way to what was left of my house. It took me mere minutes to find everything that was salvageable.

An old lock box I kept a few spare bits in in the event of an emergency. Dial the Celestia damned number, because emergency occurred fifteen minutes ago.

Gathering up the box, I took it and my groceries away from the wreckage. Except for the apple. It remained as a lone defender, guarding my path from any of the six foolhardy enough to follow it.

Five out of six, it worked. Not bad. I'll need to give that fruit a raise sometime.

However, it seemed that one 'Rainbow Dash' was not a doctor, so the apple had no effect.

"Hey! We just saved your sorry flank and you just act like we're not even there?" She asked, annoyed. Oh, please. She had nothing on how extremely -- and legitimately, mind you -- pissed I was at that approximate moment.

I ignored her, stepping around on my way to the train station. I had enough bits for a ride and some more for a while's worth of food and rental. I hear Trottingham is quite nice. It wasn't a constant Armageddon, so it must be doing something right that Ponyville isn't.

Without even giving her a glance, I know immediately that Rainbow must be shocked. Her? Ignored? This couldn't stand!

As if on queue, she's in front of me again.

"Hey! I'm talkin to you!"

"I know." I answer coldly. My stare was unblinking, unwavering. Unyielding. She was in my way. "I don't care."

For some odd reason, she seemed to back off. Finding this out of character, I huffed, but continued on my way. Don't look a gift... what was that phrase again? Whatever, don't take a blessing for granted.

Without warning, a pink and yellow pegasus is in front of me. Odd. I've lived in this town for most of my life, but have never known Fluttershy to be so... direct.

"How could you be so mean?" She accused. "We were just trying to help!"

"I know. You did. But these incidents keep happening. So I'm leaving." My logic was irrefutable. I could only take so much. I felt like I was dead on the inside, but I didn't care.

She narrowed her eyes at me. Some part of me shriveled a little, but the rest was so enraged that I didn't notice at the time. Odd. You'd think I'd have lashed out, yelled, done something other than take what was left of my possessions and begin walking off.

But despite how utterly sick I was of dealing with this sort of thing over and over, I was calm. My mind was clear. I was thinking more logically than I ever had before.

If Ponyville couldn't stop having these... episodes I suppose the proper word would be, I could leave. Trottingham does sound nice.

It is with faint curiosity that I notice that the sun hasn't moved, despite it feeling that this pegasus and I have been staring at each other for hours. I notice my eyes are dry. But I didn't care. I had gone full circle. I had become so angry that I just... wasn't, anymore.

I was done.

And I didn't care.

She slowly began to realize that I wasn't being affected by her stare, but I don't see how it was so powerful anyway. In spite of the small part that whimpered and scampered away when she was using it. Maybe it was just my new way of thinking at the time. I don't know. By now it would be cliche to say that I didn't care.

She backed off. I heard several gasps come from the others. I turned my head slightly, scowling at them. My gaze ended up lingering on Twilight Sparkle.

This started when she moved here.

I didn't blame her. I couldn't, really. She did a fine job keeping everything at bay. She was a blessing. But that didn't change the fact that ever since she arrived, I had constantly been driven mad -- a different sort of mad than I was at that moment -- by the constant chaos. And that was before Discord.

Despite the irrationality of it and my own clear head, I still had her tagged as the harbinger of all this.

My home was destroyed for the fourth time in half as many months.

And I couldn't take it anymore.

I turn my head back to my path and follow it to the train station. Once I arrived, I looked at the sign. Next train to Trottingham left in twenty minutes.

At least something was with me in this mess.

Once I bought a ticket and boarded a train, my limitless anger subsided. Just dissipated in a matter of seconds.

I looked out the window.

As I looked out the window, I smiled.

As I smiled, I chuckled softly.

As I chuckled, I thought that it was over. I'd start again, in piece, in Trottingham.

I remember thinking that.

Now, I laugh at how foalish I was on that day.