Just my Luck

by oatsea

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, Alternate Universe
Length: 1048

Depression gets the best of us....

I've been depressed for a while now, and I don't think that things will ever change. I pray to god every day to make my life colorful and happy, leaving me with no worries. This could never work, or could it.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-29 23:13:06 UTC

Because.

Well hello, my name is Cody. I am writing this story because of how my luck turned from bad, to amazing.

The reason I'm telling you my story is because of one message. Believe.

Before any of this all started, I was just a depressed, lonely, freshmen in my new high school. I was always being made fun of by other kids and even my friends too. My mom would always wail on me for the littlest things. If I got bad grades and if I missed a day of school because of illness. The toughest part of it all was having dyslexia. She would also have these rage fits every couple of months or so that would end up in her smashing my TV with my chair or her crying downstairs while I try not to make a sound, in fear she would come back up to tell me off again. My sister is one of the most important person in my life. She was always keeping me safe. When I was about eleven or twelve, on my sister's birthday she tried to commit suicide right in front of me. My mother was no help to the situation, just adding more pain to my sister's mental health. My sister then attended a therapeutic school in New Hampshire, which would end my sister's pain, But to only start my suffering. I needed something to escape my life from all the bullshit that was going on. Thats when I wound up finding My Little Pony on Netflix one night when I was looking for something new to watch. That weekend I ended up watching all of season one and two, not showing a face downstairs at all. When I had finally completed watching the two seasons, I then realized that season three had already premiered, which made me extremely excited. I then began to watch My Little Pony every Saturday religiously. My Little Pony kind of began to be a reliance for me, since it would always brighten up my miserable day. One day, I told one of my good friends that I was a Brony, which led to him telling a lot of more people in the grade, making life harder for me as it already was. I was then hammered with insults, people calling me gay, along with the regular insults that were already making me gloomy. I then started contemplating suicide, just saying to myself to end it all, the suffering, the everything. After watching an episode of MLP, I then began to wonder, "Would I be happier as a pony?" I then started to pray to god everyday, asking him if I could be the one of the new main characters or "the mane 7". I would always wish to wake up in my own house in Ponyville, being greeted left and right by my friends, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Apple Jack, Rarity, Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle, beginning my new life with no worries. After a while of wishing and praying, I immediately started loosing hope in becoming the mane seven. I just tried to ignore all the kids at school, calling me a faggot. This was not a good choice to make on my side. This immediately made me plunge deeper into my depression, making me want to cry every day I came home from school. I decided to try praying again, In hopes to become the mane seven, which wouldn't work any ways, or would it.

Hello.

As I opened my eyes, I remember seeing nothing but colorful shaded windows with flower colored walls around me. When I was finished observing the room, I then looked down to see my hands, not only were they not there, but they were hooves.

The Beginning

After another day of torment, I decide to give up all the praying bullshit I've been doing all this month and just get a good night sleep instead of tossing and turning all night. This has only brought me to tears, putting my hope in something that couldn't be real.

The bus is probably the worst part of the day for me, All the so called "Cool Kids" are in the back, laughing and whispering shit I could really care less about. I suddenly hear a group of them whispering stuff about me and saying my name over and over again. I start to get the urge to cry, but it passes. As I look back I see all of them chuckling like they just heard the funniest goddamn joke in the world. I could feel tears coming, trying to fight them but unsuccessfully letting a few pass. Being the last person on bus, I just started to break down, crying into my jacket, so the bus driver couldn't hear me. As I got off the Bus, I saw my mother's car parked right on the side of the road like it always is. As I lifted my hood from face, my mother immediately noticed my red eyes and wet cheeks, not saying a word. The silence on the ride home made me feel better since I did not feel like talking. When the car finally parked, I quickly jumped out of my seat, unlocked the door, threw my back pack across the hall, and ran upstairs, only to shove a pillow into my face to silence out the cries. After awhile of letting my feeling loose, I decided to sleep. At that moment I didn't care if my mother was going to scream at me, all I knew was I just wanted to sleep.

During the middle of the night I awoke to the sound of click clacks, like the sound of hooves on the floor. When I looked down at the tiny crack of my door, I notice blinding, shimmering light. I couldn't tell if this was a dream or not, so I tried slapping myself and pinching myself. It wasn't a dream. This was actually happening. Who knows who or what could be out there. After that all I remember was just seeing my whole room being lit up with the light.

All I remember seeing when I woke up was a white figure, not shaped like a human, but like a Pony.