5 days of remourseful rememberence, and sunny mornings

  I still remember that day as if it where only yesterday, the day when I belonged to no pony. when I was alone, forever. when I watched my parents die in front of me, when I could have done something, but I was too scared to move. It felt like I was just sitting there being forced to watch the horror happen in front of me, that happened 3 years ago, and the tears still flow. Just like that day. It was a fateful, summer morning, mom was baking pancakes, dad was reading the ponyville times, just a perfect day! not only that, but it was the day I got to learn how to fly “DADDY! CAN YOU TEACH ME NOW!” I yelled excitedly “Now, now scootaloo, go get ready, then I’ll teach you.” He replied “But DADDY!” “Scootaloo!” “fine…” I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my hooves, and walked out. I saw some stallions, in the room, I didn’t know who they were, so I stayed put. They then proceeded to killing my mom and dad… and I just watched them… crying…