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I woke up to the sound of a heart monitor. White surrounded me as I tried to lift my head but only found it too heavy. My left hoof was wrapped in guaze. I was in a hospital.
"Oh my god is he okay?!" I heard a mare screech.
I looked up and saw my mother in tears above me. She sniffled and began to cry again.
"Wh-wh-where am I?" I questioned at the nurse I now saw visibly.
"You're in the hospital, dear." replied the nurse. "You passed out from alchoholic levels shortly after the car crash."
I frowned and carefully studied the room around me. My mother had her head on my father's shoulder, and he was looking depressed. My mother said, "We never should have let him drink."
"Drink?" asked the nurse, lifting an eyebrow. "Aren't you too young to drink?"
I sighed. "Yes, I don't know what got into me."
The nurse told me that that was illegal, and I said I'd never do it again. She nodded, and carefully got me some yogurt.
"So how long until I get out of here? I want to see my friend."
The nurse looked at me. "You mean the passenger in your convertible?"
"Yes."
My parents and the nurse exchanged glances and then she retreated to the subject of me. "Well, judging your injuries, you should be out in a minimum of 1 day."
"Why are you acting so weird? Where is my friend?" I demanded.
My mother cried again. "Honey?"
"Yes?"
"Rixton is dead."
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I never spoke again that whole time I was in the hospital. I simply lay on my pillow. The only time I spoke was when the nurse said: "How are you feeling?" and I answered "Depressed."
Once I got out of the hospital, I began blabbering about Rixton.
"How could you?" I promptingly asked my mother. "A joke on me?" but always her eyes told me she wasn't lying.
We attended Rixton's funeral the day after I got out. Rixton's parents were now threatening to sue my parents because I was driving the vehicle that killed their son. They were agruging so much until I said: "If I'd never been born, Rixton wouldn't be dead!"
When we left, my mother asked why I could say such a thing. I only said that it was true.
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I got back to school the day after that.
My girlfriend was in the back seat of the bus. Her name is Hermione. She's an exchange student from London, and she's really pretty. She's a blonde, with straight hair and red highlights. She has icy blue eyes and manicured hooves.
"Hey Addy." she said as I sat next to her
"Hey Hermy." I said in a gloomy voice
"What's wrong?" she prompted. "Is it Rixton?"
"YES!" I screamed at Hermione. "RIXTON IS DEAD AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT!"
Hermione slowly scooted to the side and frowned.
"I was going to tell you I got into the Tech Institute." she said softly.
"That's it!" I cried.
"What?"
"I know how to get Rixton back!"
Author's Note
Good Chapter? Plz comment!
I explained to Hermione my plan.
We sat in silence for five minutes.
"Adam....." she said, speechless.
She began thinking. "Adam, no system can completely revive a pony by itself. Technology can bring it back to life, but all the thoughts the pony processed while alive will be gone. We'll have to teach him all seventeen years of his life again. Which will take about 2 years, not counting sleep."
"That's why we need Twilight Sparkle."
"Princess Twilight Sparkle?" she asked.
"Yes." I said. "She knows the most magic in the world. She can help us get Rixton's thoughts back."
"You're crazy." she teased. "Okay, after school, let's go."
Author's Note
OMG such a short chapter! Chapter 4 soon!
"Ha Ha! Ariana Grande!" screamed Rixton as we drove down the highway.
We both clinked our bottles and drank the Bud Light. The radio was blaring Ariana Grande's song, Problem, as loud as it could go. It was around 10 pm, and I was driving with my back hooves, which I'm sure is illegal, holding my Bud Light in one hoof and my other laying on the side of the convertible.
We had just stopped at the most amazing beer bar in the world. We're only seventeen, and we had celebrated with watching almost ten rated-R movies on our birthday weekend, but our parents didn't really care if we drank. Heck, I'm not waiting no 4 years to drink! So, we got some bottles and headed out.
I didn't even realize that we passed our exit as soon as Problem started. I guess we were too drunk. After all, I had nearly three bottles that night. But that's when I started not paying attention. A highway was the worst place to be drunk. Hundreds of cars streaming down the road, you could never even know if a satellite fell on you if you were too drunk.
That was the night I lost Rixton.
We were driving when out of nowhere a GMC Sierra started zooming towards us. I don't remember much, but I know that there were headlights. Then there was a crash. I flew out of the car. Dazed, I looked up to only see that Rixton was still in the car, under the giant Sierra truck which crushed our convertible.
"RIXTON!" I screamed. I tried to get up but found that my left leg simply had broken in the fall. The last thing I saw before I passed out was a pony rushing toward me with her cell phone in her mouth.
Author's Note
All songs, brands, and whatever belongs to their rightful owners. And I'm sorry this chapter was short.
