RAV-3

Two years later------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

There is a field, a grassy field with one tree. There is a family, one mare, one colt, and one foal. They'r holding hooves while dancing in a circle. There is a filly in the distance staring. After a while she starts to move in closer to observe. The sounds of laughter becoming duller and starts to bring a shiver to the fillies spine.

"Hello" the filly asks.

No answer.

As the fear and unknown darkness start to set in the filly grabs one of the mars legs to spin her around. As the mare turns around the filly falls back and hits the ground as she sees that the mare has no face. And as she stares into the mares face the colt and foal hold  the filly down and her head up. And the more she stared into the face, the more she saw images of her mother. Screams of pain pierce the fillies ears. Then the image that haunted her since she has seen it, a mare and a rope...........'THUNDER'

In a flash the young filly wakes up. Its still night and vinyl sees nothing but a dark room, and hears the rush of rain and the thunder which saved her from the nightmare that she felt nearly consumed her whole. She takes a moment to catch her breath, then reluctantly falls back into the slumber she now feared.

11:42 A.M. That same day

"So vinyl how are you doing", a soothing Trottingham voice said to her.

"I.......i keep having the same dream. Over...And over again. And it always ends the same way as before."

"Your mother", the doctor confirmed.

"Y...Yes" Vinyl said starting to tear up as she talked and started feeling a little sick to her stomach as she went on. "Its like...I cant get that image out of my head, b-but there more to it now." she said catching the doctors attention.

"Hmmm?" the doctor said sounding intrigued.

"Well now im starting to hear things..A-and see things"

"Like?"

"Like my mother. I see her taking pills, like..pain pills or something."

The doctor was writing down everything he heard. though his face wasn't showing any emotion, he felt for the little filly. Nopony should have to endure what Vinyl had been through. He wanted to stop right there, break down, give her a hug and tell her that everything is going to be alright,but he had to be professional. "So...what kind of sounds are you hearing when you see those images?"

Vinyls eyes, though hidden behind shades you could tell they shrunk, a cold shiver went up the white fillies spine. "Screams...."

"What kind of screams?"

"like shes in pain..or she needs help"

The doctors eyes became more serious. He didnt want to do this but it was protocall.

As the colt walked outside his office he became face to face with a rusty furred colt '"So?"  The brown colt did nothing but sighed and the words 'Im sorry' seemed to seep out of his voice. The rusty colt looked at the paper, his eyes grew wide filled with anger and some might even call it rage. But he quickly regained his composure.

"Ambien and Ritalin.....Your giving my seven year old filly Ambien and Ritalin!!" by now he had the brown colt by the throat against the wall. "Just what the buck are you trying to pull! Shes a child!!!" And with a face of utter realization he muttured "my child" finally losening the grip on the doctors neck.

After catching his breath the brown colt  had stated "Im sorry, i didnt know what to do. We've been on this case for two years now. This was the only solution." Seeing the colts face flare up at the sound of that the doctor quickly restated."Just give her three weeks. Just three weeks and then come see me again thats all i ask Mr.Scratch"

  three weeks later--------------------------------------------

Vinyl sits in the waiting room of the doctors office. As her father walks out she notices that he looks at her. Not with concern but with dissapointment. "C'mon lets go", the scruffy voice that was once filled with joy now of anger and bitterness.

Once the carriage stopped they got out and started walking twards their home.

it wasnt much, or hardley anything at all. It was a small town house on the not so good side of trottingham the outside was old and worn, the interior wasnt much different.

Once they got inside Vinyl went strait for her room, hearing her father call her name she turns around to see a half drunk colt bottle in hoof. "Hey Were gonna bE moVIn so pacK UR shiT."  Though she was unamused with the horrible slurring of the colt standing in front of her she still continued on to ask.

"Where to?"

"MAneHAttaNNNNnnn", the word was blurred out do to the bottle forcing its was back into his mouth. Gulping down the rest.

Now fully drunk he finnished his sentence "soooOOOO PACK UR SHHHHIIIIT."

As Vinyl closed her bedroom door she opened her pills and took one then she stopped, and looked into the bottle. The miltiple tablets of Ambien staring her back in the face. Her face was blank, there levetating in her face were three pills. She opened her mouth and swallowed. The feeling was amazing, it took all of her worries away she felt nothing. And it felt good. Soon she picked up her guitar and started to play a song.

The only thing that she remembers is well... nothing. But she sees posters on the floor things thrashed around into her room and slowly her memories started to come back. But then she realizes something coming on. A very big headache, it was so bad that she could do nothing but close her eyes and even then the hammer fell even harder. then a burning sensation in her throat. which turned into a large lump. On instinct she got up and slumped her way to a trash can tripping on bottles of Apple Jack Daniels along the way. Finally she let it all out , when she finished she looked up and saw a picture of her mother. Tears started to well up in her eyes and with a whisper she said "Mom h-help m-me" before passing out in a puddle of vomit in the middle of her room.