My little pony. Campus chaos

I remember when I was young, I used to be so sickly.

I was always in bed, my body weak and my bones brittle. I was always too sick to play outside, and I rarely left my bedroom in the two story country house with my mom and dad. It was a lovely home. I lived a wonderful childhood there, even if I was bed ridden. It had a humongous yard with beautiful birch trees all around. The large lawn was well kept by our weekly lawn care service, making the house seem fit for a king on summer vacation.

I loved that house. I loved my mom and dad.

My mother would sit by my beside whenever she wasn't working. She read me stories, told me jokes and played lots of fun broad games. Her favorite was scrabble but I wasn't as smart as her, so she always won. My father was a doctor. He was a brilliant mind, an inventor. He was often spending his spare time in his laboratory that I was not allowed in down stairs. On the weekends, me, my mom, and my father would go for a walk in the park near our house. My mother pushed my wheelchair as my dad and I played a twenty questions game.

At the park is where I met my best friend. She was brash, funny, and headstrong . My polar opposite. While my mom and dad went to go get some drinks for all of us, I sat in my wheelchair near the playground. My delicate , shriveled legs were covered by a home made quilt. The only thing I could do was watch as the children played. Walking, running, jumping, all things I could not do.

I twiddled my thumbs, hoping that something different would happen today, and sure enough, it did.

Like a run away freight train, a soccer ball hit me square in the face. My body just froze up as a slight stinging sensation sizzled upon the impact zone of my nose and cheeks. The kids playing soccer over yonder ran up to me, apologizing, and asking if I were okay. Regardless of the pain, I told them it's fine. One boy pointed over to a girl and said "she kicked it!"

The girl. My best friend. Rainbow Dash.

She apologized to me as well, not as sincere as the others but she still apologized. We soon got to know each other more, and about a month of visits, we became inseparable.

It was a wonderful time. My mother would bake Rainbow and me a big batch of our favorite cookies while we all sat by the fire as my dad read us a thriller novel. It was by far the best time of my life. Rainbow dash even helped me get more familiar with the outdoors.

Such a great time.

But alas, it was not to last. I started to feel weaker and more sick by the day. I was so sick to the point even Rainbow couldn't visit anymore so she wouldn't catch anything from me. Every night after she would change my IV pouch, my mother would sit at the foot of my bed and tell me goodnight. She looks at me, her beautiful turquoise eyes glassy with tears. She takes my limp, pale hands in hers and tells me.

"No matter what happens, Florance, I will always love you. Be strong for mommy okay? Because what ever happens, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

She started to cough violently. Her hand had stains of blood, a symptom that I often had. Was mommy sick too? But she looks so healthy! Maybe she'll be okay.

She wasn't okay.

Two weeks later, my mother also became gravely ill. She felt at first that it was just a severe case of the flu. She told me all she needed was bed rest but I knew that wouldn't be enough. A month passes and my mother couldn't leave the bed, or even the room. Her long red hair lost its luster and her once beautiful turquoise eyes now dull and glossy. I sat in my wheel chair by her bedside, holding her frail hands paler then mine.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." I sobbed. With whatever strength left in her body, she hugged me and told me she loved me, and no matter what happens, I will always be her beautiful butterfly. My father came into the room, and we all joined together in a group hug. I wished this would last forever, but that was naive of me.

Three weeks later, my mother died.

Her funeral was short, and depressing. A hole was made in my heart knowing that even my mother, so strong, so talented, so wonderful, could fall victim to even death. Rainbow was there too. We hadn't spoken to each other in so long. It made me so happy to see her. But she wasn't happy to see me. I wasn't the only one that lost family there.

My father was heart broken.

After we returned to our home, I could hear screams of frustration, and bouts of rage coming from behind the basement door. The smashing of heavy lab machinery and glass was so loud, it kept me up all night. I later learned that my father felt that he didn't deserve to be a doctor if he couldn't save his own wife. He even smashed his prized framed PHD certificate.

He looked so pale, and tired. He came to my room one day a nervous reck. I couldn't stand to see him like this. My once loving father now nothing but a hollow shell.

But something in his mind clicked that night. Something snapped, and bestowed upon him new light. He knelt to my bed side, took my hands, and looked me in the eye.

"Florance. I can't lose you too." He whispered. " I know how to help you...you just need to trust me. I can make you better. I just need you to accept what I'm going to do..."

I didn't know what to expect, but I loved him more than anything right then. So I agreed.

"You know....this will be the first time ever that you'll be able to go into my lab." He said before he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the basement. I now wish I had never gone there.

"Gaaaaahhh!!" Fluttershy jolted up from her bed after a reoccurring nightmare. The nightmare of her child hood.

She panted heavily, her body in cold sweat. Every cell in her body felt like they were on fire. Her skin itched and stung in painful memory.

Daddy please! Not the needles! Daddy....please stop! It hurts! Not the needles! Daddy!

It was a hot night, but Fluttershy felt cold only wearing her tang top and purple thong. The bed was damp with her frightened tears and sweat. Why did she have to have that dream. Why did her daddy have to...

"Fluttershy?" A groggy little voice called from the bedroom door. It was Applebloom, rubbing her little eyes and wearing only an oversized T-shirt found in the previous homeowner's drawers.

"Applebloom?" Fluttershy was actually glad to see her. "What are you doing up?" She rubbed her aching head, and flipped a lock of pink hair from her face.

"I had a bad dream." Applebloom sighed. "About my brother and sister."

She didn't need to say more. Fluttershy knew how horrible it could be of the possibility of one of her siblings becoming one of... them.

"Oh...honey...." Fluttershy cooed, opening her arms, as well as her exceedingly large globes. "Come here, I had a bad dream too."

Applebloom slinked over and slid into the covers next to Fluttershy. She wrapped her arms around her slim waist, and pressed her face into Fluttershy's chest.

"Don't worry honey, your brother and sister are in Costco right now, indulging themselves with Kirkland brand chocolate covered almonds." She twirled a finger through Applebloom's cherry hair. It was so soft and fluffy. Applebloom let out a sigh of relief, and started to relax. She felt so calm around Fluttershy. She always knew just what to say. She was always so sweet and kind, the best big sister you could ever have if she didn't already have one that was equally awesome.

"Applebloom." Fluttershy whispered into her ear.

""Mm...hm?" Applebloom moaned, closing her eyes and snuggling up to Fluttershy's really warm and soft rack. They were so comfortable, like big round, fleshy pillows.

"How do you keep your hair so shiny and colorful? It takes my hair hours of conditioning and monthly perms to keep it this good at this length." Fluttershy blew a stray strand of pink hair from her face as Applebloom giggled at her silly question.

"Apples flutters....apples." Fluttershy smiled and wrapped her arms around Applebloom and pulled into a loving Imbrace.

Her arms, the fair skin riddled with hundreds of poke holes from multiple needles.