Eddie In Equestria

New York was always nice around Christmas, but the last time I was here for Christmas, the year was 1969. That was a nice Christmas. Christmas was usually the time for celebration for me, but the past few years had been rough. I have been in America for many years, I fought in wars, and I was in the theatre when Lincoln was shot. The years of the Wild West, man those where the years. The Great Recession was rough, but that’s when things begun to look toward me. I had made many friends in the First World War, I lost many, but I then began to befriend their families and went to war with the sons and daughters of my fallen comrades. I laid low during the fifties, but was dragged to war again during Vietnam. When I came back to America, I found that the times had begun to change and begun to lay low again. The 80’s were fun, the 90’s seemed gloomy and here we are now, in the 21st century. I was in Australia when that horrible day struck American in 2001, and so I moved back to America and landed in California, slowly making my way across America. I only arrived in New York just over a year ago, and it has been hell ever since. I have moved from building to building, but it is getting hard to find places to stay, especially in the city that is always growing. I have befriended a fellow veteran and the two of us usually make our rounds of the city before heading to the soup kitchen for our daily feed.

The year melted away to the point of where I am now. Christmas, 2013. The one for me to remember, as it would be my last one. My veteran friend passed away in October, so it was just me now. Now because he had died, I just began to let myself go. I didn’t eat. I refused to perform any form of self-hygiene. And just let myself slowly rot away in the back alleys.

December 24th, 2013.

10:13pm

I had broken into an old building which hadn’t been turned into a shopping centre yet and began to make myself comfortable for the night. As I slowly began to drift off, I felt a small hand touch my shoulder. I quickly opened my eyes and attempted to protect what little belongs I had left. A soft voice began to say, “Hey hey hey hey. It’s okay; I’m here to help you.” I looked to the source and found a young woman with light blue eyes, milky white complexion and a soft smile on her face.

“I’m here to help you.” She said again and continued, “My name is Sarah- Jane and I am going to take you to a warm, safe place for this festive season.”

I looked at her and managed to say in a raspy voice, “You’re Kind!! Toying with a man’s emotions like that! What do you have to say for yourself?”

Her eyes began to well up and all she choked out, “I’m not “Toying” with you. I am here to take you to a dry, warm place for Christmas. I saw the door busted open as I drove by, and I just felt that someone was in trouble. So could you please come with me, and I’ll take you to home.”

I sighed in disbelief and slowly made my way to my feet. My throat had become extremely dry from lack of hydration. I weakly said, “Lead the way.” Gesturing toward the door. Sarah- Jane began to perk up and a smile took over her face as she grabbed my hand. She lead my out the door and ran to a little red two door. I looked to her as she open the door and she said as she began to hop with joy, “Get in, I have the heater on!” The thought ran through my mind, was this how it all ends? Being lead to my doom by some “sweet” girl in a giant red Tic Tac? As I walked toward the car, I felt the heat from inside hit my cool body, and MY GOD! It felt good. I quickly clambered into the car and began to try and warm myself ferociously from the little vent. Sarah quickly climbed into the car and asked, “Would you like to get coffee before I take you home?”