Things Best Left Forgottenby TonyTheBronyChaptersIntroA Hint For Hope?Good Old Days Part 1The Early Stages Part 1The Early Stages Part 2IntroMy name is Nighting Gale, I have no idea where anypony is and I have an overwhelming mixture of sorrow, depression and, inexplicably, guilt. It's been just a day but the fact that I have seen none of my friends, family or even neighbors is starting to make me frantic. Where could they be? What happened? Is this just a dream? Please...please tell me this is just a cruel dream, I can't take much more of this isolation and my curiosity is driving me to insanity. I'll just go to bed and sleep this away, hopefully I'll wake up and it really will have just been a dream.....so I hope. *just a short intro to organize the story (in my mind at least)* A Hint For Hope?I wake up and drag my body out of bed. I instantly think to myself that today would be yet another day where my existence is pointless. I walk down the stairs to the kitchen where I fix myself something to eat. Coping with the loss of…well…everypony is taxing my sanity to no bounds. It would be best for to stop thinking about them, but I can’t help it. I finish breakfast and head to the sink to clean the dishes….there were a ton. Something was different, but I couldn’t put my hoof on it yet. “Wait a second…” I exclaimed. “Where did this piece of paper come from?” I stopped cleaning, dried my hooves and picked up the piece of paper. It was a picture…but…I haven’t ever seen this one before. The picture was from the Community Day that happened half a year ago, I guessed. How did it get here, who’s is it, and, most importantly to me, WHY is it here? A flood of thoughts and emotion ran through my already crowded mind all at once. I hurried up the stairs, ran into my room and slammed the door shut. I walked over to my desk and furiously slammed the picture on my desk. “Is this supposed to mess with me?” I shouted, not expecting anypony to answer me. I kept my focus on the picture for a good 15 minutes thinking about all the good times I’ve had with everypony, and with that, a tear rolled down my cheek and fell on the desk. I broke my gaze and head to the bathroom, I splash cold water on my face and exit. I decide to leave my house and walk around town. I haven’t left the house in about, what, 3 days or so? Plus, I feel as ready as I’ll ever be to see this lifeless town. As I walk through the deserted town I think of how busy it used to be and how I would see so many familiar faces…the faces that were no longer there. I walked past memorable places such as the library, Sugar Cube Corners, and also the town hall. As I passed the town hall I saw something glisten in the sunlight. My curiosity got the best of me. I walked to it. It was a broken framed picture...a picture of…my mind halted at the realization. I picked it up carefully and stared at it. This was a picture of my brother. Something was unusual about the picture though, my brother may have been smiling but everypony else in the background was running, and they looked terrified. What didn’t make sense to me was why my brother just stood there…smiling. Good Old Days Part 1 *2 weeks prior to Community Day* “Hey, wake up!” my brother said eagerly as he busted through my bedroom door. “Why?” I said drowsily. “Because you’re going to miss breakfast if you don’t” he said cheerily. With as much excitement as I could put in, I said “I’ll beat you to the kitchen”. As I finished the sentence I had already thrown the blanket off of me and was headed out the door. “Hey! No fair...” shouted Thunder Wave “…you got a head start!” He began to run as fast as he could to catch up. I reached the staircase while still in a dead sprint. I missed the first step and went crashing down the staircase. Thunder Wave stopped at the top and watched me crash onto the floor. He let out a strained laugh; he obviously tried not to laugh. As I lay there, I smirked and said “I don’t know why you’re laughing; I’m almost at the kitchen.” He raised an eyebrow and flew down the stairs. When he landed next to me, he pushed me down and then ran off to the kitchen. When I stood up and started trotting to the kitchen he looked behind him and said “I beat ya!” I entered the kitchen and said “I guess you did” while messing up his mane. The Early Stages Part 1It’s the morning, I struggle to get out of bed and go about my morning knowing that there's no civilized life besides me ".....ugh," I moaned lifelessly. I make my way into the kitchen and get myself something to eat even though I'm not close to being hungry....I'm too depressed. After “breakfast” I work my way to the living room. I sit on the couch and turn on the television. As the sound of TV bellows through the lifeless house my mind begins to wander. A millions thoughts burst into my head. “where are they?”, “what happened?”, “how did it happen?”, “why am I the only one left?”. I snap back to reality, it pains me to think of the situation but I can help it, it’s burnt into my head. I find myself thinking about it again, I’m still searching my mind for a logical explanation….a reasonable possibility as to what happened. Nothing. I found nothing, not a single explanation for this situation. A tear rolls down my check thinking mostly of my brother…he was so full of life, I never knew how much I needed him around. STOP, this cycle will destroy me. I fall to the floor in frustration. I’ve been thinking nonstop of what the heck happened but I’ve found no answer. I walk up the staircase hearing an echoing *click clack* resonate through the barren hallways that were, only a few days ago filled with life, as my hooves hit the wooden stairs. I reach my room, open the door and walk in. I stare at the pictures of my family hanging on the walls of my room….sweet memories, but that’s all they are now. I walk over to my bed and throw my body onto the bed. I’m sobbing after looking at the pictures, they only hurt me now….I lay in my bed for hours, just waiting for sleep to take me away, sweep me to another world….a happier world where I can once again see everypony….I miss them so much. With that thought, tears poured down my face and in no time at all, I’m out cold. The Early Stages Part 2I wake up the next day, and sit up in my bed...the loneliness is unbearable and I can feel my mental strength deteriorating. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take…this loneliness is going to swallow me bit by bit until I’m a hollow shell of myself. I walk from my room, down the barren hallway, and into the bathroom. I go about my daily routine, you know….brush my teeth; fix my mane…that type of stuff. I miss everypony. Where are they? I especially miss my little brother Lightning Wave. My eyes started watering. I miss his energy that seemed to bring everypony around him to life…I sure could use that right about now. The thought of me needing him more than anything made me start crying. He’s gone, my parents are gone and my friends are gone…gone, never to be seen again. I buck the wall in my frustration leaving a hole…I’ll worry about that another time. I go into the kitchen to get a snack, I haven’t eaten anything in about two days I’ve been so depressed. I made a measly carrot salad, it’s a start. Once again, after breakfast, I walk into the living room but and sit down for a little while. Lonely…..the only word running through my head…the only thing accompanying me is my depressions, sweet depression. I walk upstairs to the bathroom to run some water on my face. *click clack* the lifeless house echoes. Before I enter the bathroom I hear a gentle rustling coming from what sounds like the kitchen. I run down the stairs as fast as possible, overrun with joy. “Was somepony there?”, “Am I finally not alone?”, “Who could it be?” I just wanted to see another face, any face at all. As I enter the kitchen at full speed I look around……nothing….my heart immediately sinks. The noise was a simple piece of paper flapping in the gentle breeze. Sadness…depression…loneliness strike me again. I slowly walk up the stairs to my room, not looking at any pictures and throw myself onto my bed…I lay there motionless…sobbing. “Why….?” I yelled into the pillow. “Where are they? Why leave me?” I managed to whimper in between my sharp breathes. I decided the best way to forget about this was to sleep, so I did.
IntroMy name is Nighting Gale, I have no idea where anypony is and I have an overwhelming mixture of sorrow, depression and, inexplicably, guilt. It's been just a day but the fact that I have seen none of my friends, family or even neighbors is starting to make me frantic. Where could they be? What happened? Is this just a dream? Please...please tell me this is just a cruel dream, I can't take much more of this isolation and my curiosity is driving me to insanity. I'll just go to bed and sleep this away, hopefully I'll wake up and it really will have just been a dream.....so I hope. *just a short intro to organize the story (in my mind at least)*
A Hint For Hope?I wake up and drag my body out of bed. I instantly think to myself that today would be yet another day where my existence is pointless. I walk down the stairs to the kitchen where I fix myself something to eat. Coping with the loss of…well…everypony is taxing my sanity to no bounds. It would be best for to stop thinking about them, but I can’t help it. I finish breakfast and head to the sink to clean the dishes….there were a ton. Something was different, but I couldn’t put my hoof on it yet. “Wait a second…” I exclaimed. “Where did this piece of paper come from?” I stopped cleaning, dried my hooves and picked up the piece of paper. It was a picture…but…I haven’t ever seen this one before. The picture was from the Community Day that happened half a year ago, I guessed. How did it get here, who’s is it, and, most importantly to me, WHY is it here? A flood of thoughts and emotion ran through my already crowded mind all at once. I hurried up the stairs, ran into my room and slammed the door shut. I walked over to my desk and furiously slammed the picture on my desk. “Is this supposed to mess with me?” I shouted, not expecting anypony to answer me. I kept my focus on the picture for a good 15 minutes thinking about all the good times I’ve had with everypony, and with that, a tear rolled down my cheek and fell on the desk. I broke my gaze and head to the bathroom, I splash cold water on my face and exit. I decide to leave my house and walk around town. I haven’t left the house in about, what, 3 days or so? Plus, I feel as ready as I’ll ever be to see this lifeless town. As I walk through the deserted town I think of how busy it used to be and how I would see so many familiar faces…the faces that were no longer there. I walked past memorable places such as the library, Sugar Cube Corners, and also the town hall. As I passed the town hall I saw something glisten in the sunlight. My curiosity got the best of me. I walked to it. It was a broken framed picture...a picture of…my mind halted at the realization. I picked it up carefully and stared at it. This was a picture of my brother. Something was unusual about the picture though, my brother may have been smiling but everypony else in the background was running, and they looked terrified. What didn’t make sense to me was why my brother just stood there…smiling.
Good Old Days Part 1 *2 weeks prior to Community Day* “Hey, wake up!” my brother said eagerly as he busted through my bedroom door. “Why?” I said drowsily. “Because you’re going to miss breakfast if you don’t” he said cheerily. With as much excitement as I could put in, I said “I’ll beat you to the kitchen”. As I finished the sentence I had already thrown the blanket off of me and was headed out the door. “Hey! No fair...” shouted Thunder Wave “…you got a head start!” He began to run as fast as he could to catch up. I reached the staircase while still in a dead sprint. I missed the first step and went crashing down the staircase. Thunder Wave stopped at the top and watched me crash onto the floor. He let out a strained laugh; he obviously tried not to laugh. As I lay there, I smirked and said “I don’t know why you’re laughing; I’m almost at the kitchen.” He raised an eyebrow and flew down the stairs. When he landed next to me, he pushed me down and then ran off to the kitchen. When I stood up and started trotting to the kitchen he looked behind him and said “I beat ya!” I entered the kitchen and said “I guess you did” while messing up his mane.
The Early Stages Part 1It’s the morning, I struggle to get out of bed and go about my morning knowing that there's no civilized life besides me ".....ugh," I moaned lifelessly. I make my way into the kitchen and get myself something to eat even though I'm not close to being hungry....I'm too depressed. After “breakfast” I work my way to the living room. I sit on the couch and turn on the television. As the sound of TV bellows through the lifeless house my mind begins to wander. A millions thoughts burst into my head. “where are they?”, “what happened?”, “how did it happen?”, “why am I the only one left?”. I snap back to reality, it pains me to think of the situation but I can help it, it’s burnt into my head. I find myself thinking about it again, I’m still searching my mind for a logical explanation….a reasonable possibility as to what happened. Nothing. I found nothing, not a single explanation for this situation. A tear rolls down my check thinking mostly of my brother…he was so full of life, I never knew how much I needed him around. STOP, this cycle will destroy me. I fall to the floor in frustration. I’ve been thinking nonstop of what the heck happened but I’ve found no answer. I walk up the staircase hearing an echoing *click clack* resonate through the barren hallways that were, only a few days ago filled with life, as my hooves hit the wooden stairs. I reach my room, open the door and walk in. I stare at the pictures of my family hanging on the walls of my room….sweet memories, but that’s all they are now. I walk over to my bed and throw my body onto the bed. I’m sobbing after looking at the pictures, they only hurt me now….I lay in my bed for hours, just waiting for sleep to take me away, sweep me to another world….a happier world where I can once again see everypony….I miss them so much. With that thought, tears poured down my face and in no time at all, I’m out cold.
The Early Stages Part 2I wake up the next day, and sit up in my bed...the loneliness is unbearable and I can feel my mental strength deteriorating. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take…this loneliness is going to swallow me bit by bit until I’m a hollow shell of myself. I walk from my room, down the barren hallway, and into the bathroom. I go about my daily routine, you know….brush my teeth; fix my mane…that type of stuff. I miss everypony. Where are they? I especially miss my little brother Lightning Wave. My eyes started watering. I miss his energy that seemed to bring everypony around him to life…I sure could use that right about now. The thought of me needing him more than anything made me start crying. He’s gone, my parents are gone and my friends are gone…gone, never to be seen again. I buck the wall in my frustration leaving a hole…I’ll worry about that another time. I go into the kitchen to get a snack, I haven’t eaten anything in about two days I’ve been so depressed. I made a measly carrot salad, it’s a start. Once again, after breakfast, I walk into the living room but and sit down for a little while. Lonely…..the only word running through my head…the only thing accompanying me is my depressions, sweet depression. I walk upstairs to the bathroom to run some water on my face. *click clack* the lifeless house echoes. Before I enter the bathroom I hear a gentle rustling coming from what sounds like the kitchen. I run down the stairs as fast as possible, overrun with joy. “Was somepony there?”, “Am I finally not alone?”, “Who could it be?” I just wanted to see another face, any face at all. As I enter the kitchen at full speed I look around……nothing….my heart immediately sinks. The noise was a simple piece of paper flapping in the gentle breeze. Sadness…depression…loneliness strike me again. I slowly walk up the stairs to my room, not looking at any pictures and throw myself onto my bed…I lay there motionless…sobbing. “Why….?” I yelled into the pillow. “Where are they? Why leave me?” I managed to whimper in between my sharp breathes. I decided the best way to forget about this was to sleep, so I did.
