Dear mommy.
Yes, I'm writing this letter to you, mommy. I know you did it for me, but it is lonely here. quarantine is boring. I want you here. when are you coming back?
the noises outside are getting louder. please don't tell me they got the doctors. good thing you can't, but at least say something. or do something. anything. anything that will reach me in here.
I remember the musicbox you gave me.
"Why do I need pills? They are gross" dinky asked her mother. Ditzy only sighed in response. "alright, fineeee..." dinky downed the pill, with a side of gag reflex. "eww... they taste like the exact opposite of pinkie's cakes" the two ponies burst out laughing, a light of relaxation in a stressful day. "hey mom?"
"yeah?"
"I love you"
Ditzy's eyes became distant and empty before she responded. "I love you too honey..."
Dear Mommy.
The meals still come in. But the doctors don't visit me anymore. Why not? I am just a fine little filly, what would they have against me? The last thing I heard from them was something about full quarantine. does that mean I am in trouble? Because I didn't do anything. Or does it have to do with the bad ponies? do they want to protect me from the bad ponies? I hope so. Those ponies don't say nice things.
I remember the musicbox you gave me. The musicbox sounds like rain.
"She has to be kept away!"
"even if it isn't the most desirable future, IT'S STILL A FUTURE!"
dinky watched from the doorway. daddy and mommy weren't supposed to fight like this. they weren't supposed to fight at all. she backed away, and when they couldn't have heard her, she ran.
Dear Mommy.
I got my cutie mark today. I don't know how. I was sitting in quarantine, when there was a flash. then, when I looked, I saw a cutie mark of a bleeding eye. I don't think I like my cutie mark.
The doctors have gone. still, the machine gives me food. I don't hear them talking anymore. did the bad ponies get them? I hope not, I don't want more bad ponies. did you know the bad ponies can get other ponies to be bad? such meanies.
I remember the musicbox you gave me. The musicbox sounds like rain. I miss the rain.
"Mommy, when can I go outside?" Dinky asked, looking around at the room. it was small, it was squished, and it was empty. she wanted OUT! Ditzy sighed. She did that alot lately. she continued mixing her pills into water.
"when you are better, that's when. we don't want you to get hurt"
"Hurt from what?! There's nothing here!!" Dinky yelled at her mom. Ditzy began to cry. the tears looked like raindrops.
Dear Mommy.
I don't like pills.
Ditzy sat in her room, twisting her musicbox crank, letting it play, listening, and repeating. over and over the rain fell. over and over the storm bearing down. over and over. a rhythm of silence and static, shimmering in the winds. a single drop of liquid, falling to the floor with a minuscule splash. a fragment of the sky, falling to the earth.
Derpy watched from the door, pleading silently for an end that wouldn't come. hoping that someday, the sun would shine. Someday, it might wash away the rain. Someday the raincloud might leave their family, and never to return to haunt them. The pleading hope was all for naught. All was in vain as an endless torrent fell to the earth.
Dear mommy.
I can feel the quarantine room shifting. It's scary in the dark.
I remember the musicbox you gave me. The musicbox sounds like rain. I miss the rain. When are you coming back?
"mommy, are you ok?" Dinky asked. Ditzy was crying. she had just been talking to her husband about the divorce. It wasn't a happy subject.
"No, sweetie," answered ditzy "I'm not ok.." Dinky hugged her. she had a small smile on her face after that. It was good when she smiled. Suddenly, ditzy turned, and reached into the cabinet. "look what I got you, I can't believe I almost forgot!" She took a colorful old musicbox out. she wound it, and when it played, it sounded just like teardrops.
Dear mommy.
Help me...
I remember the musicbox you gave me. The musicbox sounds like rain. I miss the rain. When are you coming back? Please don't leave me.
Ditzy sat in her room, franticly writing a notice to a hospital. Dinky walked in. "What are you doing mommy?" Ditzy looked away, and her eyes welled up with rain. "Am I in trouble?" the notice fell to the floor, labeled with the words; Canterlot institute for the insane.
Dear mommy.
Goodbye. I will miss your tears. they sounded like the rain. the rain, shattering off of a music box, and dropping to the floor forevermore. All is in vain.
Ditzy was crying. "you be brave for mommy, OK?" Dinky nodded.
"Mom, It's only for a a little while. Until I get better!" Dinky said. Ditzy looked away, crying harder now.
Dinky was screaming and yelling. he had just attacked again. Ditzy was crying on the floor. The dad was rushing to her side. "ditzy, we have to face facts! our son is too dangerous!"
Dear Mommy.
I wrote a poem.
Raindrops splatter against the sill
As we watch, we see it all is nill
Ashes to ashes. dust to dust.
All crack. All taken by rust.
As the rain falls further in,
the music of storms sends wind
winds of the odd, winds of change
everything can be arranged.
The raindrops fall to the ground
In just the same way we all fall down.
