Painting our Life - 6 Colors

   I find myself wishing the day was over. Take the order, return the order to the chef, deliver the food. It all drags on slowly. For the first time in nearly a decade, I find myself wishing my life was over. Dash is home, of course, playing with Jakob. Probably screwing around on the PS3 or climbing trees in the forest. Jakob, just the sound of his name downs my mood. I shouldn't be jealous of a kid. Am I jealous? I have no idea. It's just this feeling that gnaws at me, that he's trying to take my spot. I know I'm growing paranoid. But he can easily do it, Dash and I haven't been exactly close since our argument a while back. In fact, I don't think she even notices my presence in the room sometimes, she's too caught up talking with Jakob. Doesn't the kid have school or anything? I mean, it makes no sense his dad let's him dwadle the day away playing at some stranger's house instead of being educated.

   The chef stuffs a bowl of food in my hands, the action brings me back to Earth.

   "I don't know how you became head waiter, the boss must've been high when he hired an airhead like you, bring that grub to table 6." I nod and turn to leave, but not without adding a retort and sticking my tongue out at him first.

   I drive home, still clouded by my anger. I unlock the door and walk in, half hoping Dash would be there with an incoming hug. She's not home. I open the window, and laughs coming from the forest pour in and fill the house. I clench my fists, restraining myself from punching a hole in the wall. This thing is getting to me. I sit down, and let my anger become my breath. I breathe I out, and inhale happiness, breathe it out, and inhale happiness. All the negative thoughts flood out of my brain. I feel much better, and get started on dinner. I thought about making soup, but decide homemade pizza would be more my style.

   A giggling Dash and grinning Jakob walk in through the back door, well, Dash is hovering with her pegasus wings. Dash waves hello to me and offers a forced smile. I can tell. The boy, I smile to him. He flashes a look to me, glaring. I wince, what the hell just happened. His eyes, were they jealousy? No, they were full of something else. It seems I'm not the only one who despises another certain someone. They walk to the front door.

   "Yeah bye, see you tomorrow!" Dash shuts the door, and sits down on the couch. I put the pizza in the oven, and head over to sit beside Dash. She grunts. Ouch.

   "Look Dash, I know that kid is the only other person you can talk to here," I begin, "But I need you to stop hanging out with him." She looks shocked, and snorts.

   "Ky, I don't know what the buck is up with you lately, but forget it. I don't want to stay lonely." I stare her in the eye.

   "You have me, we'll continue our life right? And he's just a kid, he's human, not a pet for you to pamper. A small move and he could open his mouth and blow your cover." I mutter. Dash's expression changes from calm to angry.

  "Is it always about you!?" She snaps, I get taken aback, "You're not the center of the Earth Kyle. Thought you'd know that. What am I to you? Some stupid pet you can boss around!? I'm like two bucking years younger than you, stop treating me like a kid." I wince harder and open my mouth to protest.

   "That's it, I've had it with your stupid jealousy. I've had it with all your stupid rules that forbid me from exploring this world! Kyle, I'm sick of this, I'm sick of you!" The words sting me. Shit. I never expected her to raise her voice. What she just said there crushes my heart into a thousand lonely pieces. Dash storms off to the back door, opens it, and flies out. "I'm LEAVING!" She shouts. Good. I shut the door behind her. I don't want to live with some stupid pony who's gonna lash at me after what I've provided with her in the past few years. I see a PS3 controller beside me. The anger builds up inside, I snatch the controller and throw it against the wall. DAMMIT!

   Pulling myself up from the couch, I head to the oven and grab the pizza out, not caring I'm not wearing oven mitts and that the pan burns my skin, leaving marks. I throw the pizza on the ground and stomp on it. Stupid Dash, stupid Jakob. I hate life. I hate everything around me. I storm up to my room and change my socks, then I storm back down and flick on the television. Some good old tv will ease my tensions. The burns on my hand begin to peel the skin off a bit. I don't care. I don't care at all. By now, I wouldn't even care if a huge asteroid crashes on Earth and wipes out the entire human race. Good. The one pony, person, friend I ever cared about has walked out. And I hate her for leaving me. Spongebob begins to play. Ugh. I'm tired of this crap anyways, I grab the controller and power the tv off.

   I head to the cellar and grab out a case of beer. I left those out from New Years three years ago. Neither Dash or I had the guts to drink it, so I stored it aside. I pluck out bottle and on the way back up, I gulp it all down. The fiery liquid burns my throat, but it all feels good. It all feels too damn good. I reach my room. I set the bottles of beer on the table and pick up one. I pop off the cap and chug it. Goddamn it, why is this so good. The bottle empties quickly, tossing it aside, I grab up another and drink. My head begins to swirl, and it booms, my anger returns and I stumble over to the washroom. I puke in the toilet and flush it, then grab a cloth to wipe my face, but when the cloth leaves my face, opening my eyes, I see a monster. It glares at me through the mirror, it's eyes bloodshot red and fangs bulging out. It grunts "Hate her, hate her, hate them all." I gasp and rub my eyes, looking back, I just see my own reflection. Normal Kyle, eyes just red from lack of sleep. I make my way back to my room, head spinning even worse now, I plop down on my bed and the world blacks out.

   I don't know how many hours it's been, but an alarm snaps me awake. I groan. No. It's not an alarm, it's the phone. Probably some stupid taxman asking for payment. I'll really shit on him through words, make sure he doesn't phone back. I stumble to the phone and pick it up.

   With it tight beside my ear, I begin to talk. "I know I didn't pay my taxes *hic* and I don't really give a-" I get interupted by a sweet, familiar voice.

   "Kyle? It's me, Dash," Dash croaks. My head stops aching, and my heart rate returns to normal. Dash's voice had comforted me. "Kyle, oh Kyle, I'm so sorry. Shit, I really bucked up big this time." She begins to cry, begins to sob.

   "It's ok, it's going to be alright, tell me where you are and I'll get in the car to pick you up," I manage a weak smile. But it doesn't stay.

   "Shit Kyle, it won't be, I've fallen into a trap." A long silence follows. I'm beginning to wonder if she passed out. And then, it comes. "I'm being auctioned off."