Things Best Left Forgotten

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.