Things Best Left Forgotten

It’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.