My Nights

Inspired by true events

Film Maker. The 14 year old pegasus who listens to his music everyday and night. Locks himself up in his room for the day. Night has come and he looks out his window and sighs.

"Just another night." Film said to himself.

"Film get down here." Film's mom said.

Film got off his bed and went into the hallway and saw his mother at the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes mom." Film said.

"I'm going to bed." Film's mom said.

"Goodnight." Film said.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Film's mom said.

"See you tomorrow." Film said.

Film's mom left the hallway and into her bedroom. Film went downstairs silently and went into the kitchen. He opened the freezer and saw a bottle of vodka in the freezer. He grabbed the bottle and hid it under his left wing. He poked his head outside of the kitchen door. The hallway was empty and he went upstairs as quietly and as quickly as possible. He went into his room. He set the bottle on the floor next to his bed. He put his hoof under his pillow and pulled out painkillers. He looked at the bottle and read the warning label.

WARNING: This bottle is not meant for ponies that are under the age of 18. Keep out of reach of children.

"I think i'll just swallow these fucking pills and be done with it." Film said to himself.

He opened up the bottle and looked into the bottle. He started to stir the bottle with the tip of his wing. Looking at the pills made him want to swallow them. He put the lid back on and put the pills under his pillow. He picked up the bottle of vodka and opened it. He looked in the bottle and saw the clear liquid. He started to smell the bottle. He opened the window and flew up to his roof. He stared at the sun setting down. Tears were coming from his eyes. He put the bottle right next to him and put his head in his hooves. He went back in his room through the window to grab his phone and earbuds. He went back on top of the roof and put the earbuds in his ears. He listened to the lyrics carefully and imaged himself in the events. Tears slowly started to form on his face. He looked at the bottle of vodka and took a sip. He wiped the tears away from his face.

"I'm a fucking mess." Film said to himself. He giggled with a small smile and seconds later the smile disappeared.

Film picked up the bottle of vodka and took a sip from it. He lowered his head. He started to think about today. He was hit three times today. Once in the leg and two in the ribs. He failed today's math test and it could affect his grade. He almost got caught for drinking at school. He took another sip from the vodka and thought about his friends. Shorty got another video game for his Xbox. Saints got lunch detention for a joke he pulled on the teacher again. Sugar was sick and Night Striker explained about the consequences of launching a nuke. Film looked up and saw the sun set. He looked up and saw the stars shining. He picked up the bottle of vodka and chugged down half the bottle. He felt his stomach tingling. He put the bottle right next to him and laid down on the roof.

10 minutes later he got up and grabbed the bottle of vodka and flew into his room. He stopped and looked out the window. "Why am I still here? Why haven't I killed myself? Am I weak? How much longer am I going to do this to myself?" Film thought to himself.

Film sat down on the bed and took another sip out of the bottle. He laid on his back and looked up at his ceiling. He started to think about the time he got beaten up for trying to stop somepony from doing graffiti in the bathroom. He remembers being found in the hallway with blood coming out of the back of his head. He remembers when he had to go to the doctors to see if he had a concussion. Film wiped the tears away from his face and took another sip from his vodka. He felt himself getting dizzy so he got up and went to the bathroom. He lifted the toilet seat and started throwing up. He flushed the toilet and started heading back to his room. Once he entered his bedroom he went laid back down on his bed. He picked up the bottle of vodka and saw that he drank 3/4 of the bottle.

"Fuck i'm almost out." Film said.

Film took another sip from the bottle.

"Fuck it.I don't care anymore." Film said.

Film drank the rest of the bottle and threw it out his window. He laid back on his bed and cried into his pillow. He thought about his brother lying to his mother so she could yell at Film. Film lifted his head and looked out his window. He got up and closed the window. He laid back in his bed and put a blanket over him. He looked up at the ceiling still crying. He thought about swallowing the pills under his pillow. He wiped the tears away from his face and turned sideways. His eyes were getting heavier and heavier. He closed his eyes but before he fell asleep. He opened his eyes and got out of bed. He opened his closet and pulled out a bottle of vodka. He chugged down the bottle and threw it out his window. He laid back in bed and went to sleep.

Written by: Cameron

Inspired by true events.

Author's Note

This is how I go to bed. I don't sit on my room. I sit on the edge of my window in my room. Sometimes I think about leaping off and hope that my neck would snap. But instead I get drunk and go to bed. I admitted to my friends that I've tried to commit suicide. Hopefully things will change and if not i'm just going to get drunk and go to bed again. I know that this is no way to go to sleep but it's just how I get through the night. My friends don't know because they don't keep up with my stories. I hope you guys enjoyed the story. If you got some advice for me to go sleep just let me know so I don't wake up with a headache.