I sit near a window that over looks a park near my house. I always sit here and watch that park and look at all the people play mainly the sibling's that play with each other, how I long to be in their shoes. I was almost in their shoes until the sharp knife that is death came and took that dream away from me completely. I sit here a broken 17 year old colt longing for a sister or brother to call my know to play with, to care for, and to love with all my heart. Alas I can't. The only sister that I was going to love is now in the clutches of death in the nearest cemetery. I beg and plead with mom and dad to try again and make me another brother or sister, but they tell me that they think they would be replacing her if they try and make another. I try to understand why but I never can understand why they won't try. Are they happy with just me, or are the hell bent on making me sad for the rest of my life. I'm starting to think that it's the latter of the two.
I get up off of my window go down stairs and tell dad that I'm going to visit Cheyenne. Cheyenne such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl she would have been 10 this year, but today is the worst day of the year for me. Today is the day she was pronounced dead. I walk outside and put the hood of my jacket up and walk. I wave at a few people here and there, and as always they never wave back. I pay them no heed as I walk along the road.
I reach the park and see that a park bench is open. I walk over to the bench and sit down and watch. I watch all the little brother and sisters play happily with there big brothers and have a grand old time. I look over to the swing and I see a little filly no older then 5 laughing. She having the time of her life. Then I look to the left and there it is the position I long to be in. I see a 15 year old colt pushing her back and forth.
"Come on brother higher! higher!" She called out with glee
"Okay. But hang on real Tight." He said chuckling from the little fillies enthusiasm.
As he pushes I start to have the visions again. They start to dissipate and then they reappear, but they aren't there. When Instead it's me and Cheyenne me pushing and her swinging both of us having the best time of our lives. Her spending time with me and I'm spending time with her. The vision ends and everything is back to normal. The pain of being alone is to much to bear I get up and walk on. Out of the corner of my eye I see somepony staring at me I pay her on heed and walk on to my destination.
I walk through the town and stop by the local candy shop sugarcube corner. I sit down in the front corner of the store and wait for the hyperactive pink ball of whatever gives her that energy to come and ask me what I want. And sure enough she is here asking what she can get me. All I ask for is a two small slices of chocolate cake. She asks who the other one is for I simply say someone not here anymore and look away. She looks at me with the saddest eyes I ever seen, and quickly say she I sorry. I brush it off and tell her that it's fine. She comes back with the two pieces of cake I asked for and she gives me a hug it was a pity hug but a hug nonetheless. I look over at a display and see there is a cake and a really sharp knife I sneak over to the cake a take the knife and slip it into my pocket without anyone seeing. I walk out the door and I see the same pony watching me I still pay her no heed and continue my walk.
Fluttershy POV
I saw this colt staring at a pair of sibling with eyes of sadness and longing the same kind of eyes I had once. The longing of a sibling to call your own and to love and adore for the rest of your life. I'm going to follow him to see if he shows the other signs of what I went through. Nopony on the planet should ever go through that feeling ever for as long as I live he will not go sown the path I almost went to. And that is the path of suicide. He get off the bench and look directly at me I gasp a little bit, but then he turns and walks on as if I was never there. Stage 1 and 2 are already in affect depression and imaginations he only has that last before he goes over the edge that is the confession then suicide. I follow him to where he went. That's when I see him exit sugarcube corner right when I'm about to enter. He looks at me again then again walks away. I enter sugarcube corner and was immediately greeted by Pinkie. I decide not to beat around the bush I asked if she knew what was wrong with the guy that just exited.
Her expression went from happy to sad in .4 seconds and her mane deflated into the flat state that everyone in the world hates.
"I brought him what he ordered, but when I was bringing it to him I thought to myself why would he need two pieces of cake. So I asked him and he said that it was for him and someone else that wasn't here anymore." Pinkie said sadly I try to respond, but before I can she change the subject and her mane became poofy again.
She looked to the cake on display. "Hmmmm that's funny I remember there being a knife there last I checked."
"When was the last time you checked?" I asked her nervously
"Let me think. OHHHH I remember right before that colt left." She replied
Before she said the last part of her sentence I bolted out of the shop at speeds that would rival Rainbow dash and made a beeline for the cemetery before it was to late.
My POV
I arrive at the entrance of the cemetery take a very long look at the sign at the front. Then as quickly as I came I went to the grave that held my sister in it. In the very back of the park underneath the cover of an oak tree lays the headstone of my sister. I look at the stone and read the stone multiple times until I could recite it by memory
"There is no other love like the love from a brother, There is no other love like love from a sister"- Astrid Alauda
Once I memorized it I started pouring my feelings into the air for no one to hear.
"Hey CheyChey. why did you have to leave me behind and fend for myself. I look out the window everyday and always imagine us running, laughing, playing, and making memories with each other. Please come back to me. I need you to comfort me and to hug me and love me whenever I need help. I want to see you off to your first date, beat the shit out of the special somepony that made you cry, see you for to your prom, give you off to the man who will be marrying you, I want to love, hold you, hug you, and most of all I just want to see you again."
At this point it's useless trying to keep the tears that have been bursting at the seams back any longer.
"WHY CHEYENNE WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME WITH NO ONE ELSE TO LOVE ME. I CAN JUST IMAGINE ALL OF THE WONDERFUL THINGS WE COULD HAVE DONE! BUT WE CAN'T BECAUSE YOUR DEAD AND YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING WHEN YOUR DEAD!" I yell as I beat the ground with my hooves so hard I make an indention in the ground. I take the knife I got form sugarcube corner out from my pocket and stare at it for a while a say.
"Wait for me cheyenne I'll be there soon." I raise my foreleg in the air and come down on myself. At first I felt nothing then and intense burning sensation came then warmth from the blood that started to form a puddle from under me. I then pass out. Not before I hear muffled screams of terror come from next to me.
