It's Time to Die

Oddly enough I was dreaming. I'm not sure if I was dead or I was taking a stroll down memory lane, or something. There were small particles of light all around me. So I wasn't dead, cause the tunnel I was in long ago had a light at the end. This tunnel echoed with voices, hard to remember which ones or who they belonged to but I had a feeling I knew them. So that totally meant I was taking a stroll down memory lane. I closed my eyes as a bright light formed in front of me.

When I opened them I was crying, under a bright light. To my left and right was the side of, a bed? I felt smaller almost midget like. I saw a man approach and stand over me. His eyes full of tears, and his mouth quivering. "We're sorry little gal. Turns out we can't take you home," he whimpered. I reached out my hand to touch his face, but he was to far away for them to touch him. That's when I realized I really was taking a stroll down memory lane. Revisiting my life, I think. He stepped away as I closed my eyes again.

When I opened them again I was being held in front of a door with a handle on it. Someone from behind me knocked on it and there came the distinct sound of things falling. The door opened to a man with blue eyes and brown messy hair. He had a kind smile on his face and wore blue and white stripped pajamas. It was early in the morning and he looked tired. "Ello you must be Mrs. Dash. The name's John Smith, and this must be the daughter you put up for adoption. She's so adorable. Please come inside." John opened the door more allowing the person carrying me in. He led us to a couch that was a deep blue and motioned us to sit down. "Now I know it's hard giving up a child but i'm sure we can make arrangements for you to come meet her every so often. Just to see how she's doing."

"Thank you mister Smith," the person carrying me said,"I'd be glad to hear from you once a week as well. You know, news and stuff like that."

"I can arrange that as well. I promise she'll be perfectly safe with my wife and I." The person from behind got up and shook John's hand. Then she handed me to him. He was warm, and he handled me gently. I didn't get time to even look who I had been held by before, when my eyes closed again.

"Aww she's so cute hun," a feminine voice said. I opened my eyes to see a blonde wearing a pink sweater. Her eyes glimmered with love, and her mouth made the, even to me, the cutest smile.

"She truly is something Rose," John said as he came into view. I closed my eyes again.

This time I opened them to an old rickety building with wooden boards over the windows. A sign was nailed against the door. It warned people to stay out. I didn't listen and broke the door with an old crowbar I had found. The inside was old and smelly, there was still furniture and old things all over. On a stand stood a picture frame, with a mother, father, and their baby girl. Words were engraved onto it, Our baby girl's first Christmas 1967. Next to it was another picture showing the two parents again with an older daughter. They were on a beach laughing and playing, Rose stood with them. The daughter was holding up a shell. The adults had those fake faces of awe an adult gives a child who found something the child thought was cool. Then it ended, no more memories were left on that stand. I toke them and threw them in a bag. Then I went up to a bookshelf and removed one that said Memories, Sweet Memories. I opened it to the first page and looked at the images. One was of the daughter and the parents at the Wondercolt baseball game of 69'. The daughter had a baseball in her hand, it had been signed by Spitfire after the game. I flipped through the book to another page. In it was a note,

Dear Rainbow Dash,

Hey Kiddo, i'm sorry Dashie but if you're reading this then you're Mommy and Daddy are dead. Don't worry we're in a better place now but enclosed in this note is a recording of our last great day together. We're sorry we couldn't be there for you forever. When you're old enough our lawyers will give you our will. It says you'll get our house and earnings. Be strong Dashie. We love you.

Love Brian and Maria Dash. A.k.a Best Mommy and Daddy in the Universe.

Tears dripped from my eyes as I closed the book and set it in the bag as well. I picked up a few more things, like a pair of toy ponies. One was a pegasus with a rainbow mane and tail with a sky blue body. The other was a lavender alicorn with a black and purple mane.

"Oh my god look Rose she's got another shell. Good job hunny go and fetch another one," I was watching the beach day. There I was going back and forth finding colorful shells and bringing them back to my family. Just like the little kid I was back then. "She's so full of energy Rose," Maria said," how ever do you put up with her?"

"Love and firm statements," Rose replied.

"She's a handful but she sure does love hanging out with us," John added," always talking about sports, and how one day she wants to be part of the Wondercolts." The sound of wheels grinding to a halt came from the background and the camera shut off. I closed my eyes again and saw two dead bodies, blood seeping from crevices. I opened them back up to see I was still in the room

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Dashie. Happy Birthday to you," I was in the kitchen surrounding by friends and family. It was my tenth birthday, my seventh year without Maria or Brian. It wasn't the same without them. I ran upstairs crying, and slammed my door shut. It felt like hours before someone entered, it was John and Rose. They had a gift with them. They approached my bed and set it down.

"Come on Dashie open it," John said," we know you miss them but we thought this might help you get over them." He opened the gift for me and handed me a jar of seashells, all a different color of the rainbow.

"Those are the shells you gathered on the beach," Rose said with a sad smile,"plus we added a few to finish the collection." I began to cry again and Rose hugged me, patting me on the back. I returned the hug and kept crying. It took me a few minutes to calm down. Rose had gathered a few blankets and set them up like a big sleepover party. There were pillows all over them. John had pulled out his old blue laser pointer and had taped the on button down. He had aimed it at a ball of glass causing it to reflect blue all over the room. That night was amazing, I had a sleep over with all my friends.

"There she goes around first base, second, third," the air rushed against my face," she's home! Rainbow Dash has made the final home run! And the winner is the...... Canerlot High Dashers. They have won the high school baseball championship!" There was cheering as I was crowded by players as the lifted me up onto their shoulders. Some patted me on the back others asked for pictures. It was hard to take it all in.

"How does it feel to be the youngest player on the team and score the final point," asked a news reporter. She was right I was a freshman on the varsity team.

"It feels awesome," I replied.

"What kind of tips would you give anyone?"

"Believe in yourself, work hard, and think big. You can achieve great things that way."

"Now we understand you've got plenty of celebrating to get to.... hold on. We're getting news that we are getting a surprise appearance tonight. Please welcome, Spitfire. Team Captain of the Wondercolts." A female dressed in a deep blue uniform stepped on stage. Her orange and yellow hair was combed back neatly and she had a smile on her face. My jaw dropped as she walked up to me and held out her hand.

"So you're the well known Rainbow Dash," Spitfire asked expecting a hand shake," I could use someone like you on our team." I could feel my bones turning to jelly. I was talking to the one and only Spitfire. "Well i'm here to tell you we have a scholarship to the Wondercolt Academy for you. In a few years you'll get the chance to test your skillin the big league."

"I'm sorry Ms. Dash but you're out for the season," the doctor said. It's not that you can't run, it's that moving your leg may cause discomfort."

"But doc i'm okay. I really am," I was upset. It was my last season before I was done. My last year on the team. Spitfire had retired and I had become team captain and the best player

"I'm sorry but the x-rays say otherwise. Now stay off that foot for a few months and you'll be all good."

"Dashie," John said as I walked into the hospital room,"How's my favorite baby girl?" He was attached to life support, his blue eyes showed fear but he wore a smile on his face.

"Dad i'm not a baby anymore but i'm fine," I replied.

"Good you're just in time. I wanted to tell you something before they take me into surgery. If I don't come out I want you to be strong, don't break down like you did when Rose died," John said," can you do that for me?"

"Don't say that dad," tears began to roll down my cheeks," you're gonna make it through. They'll get that tumor out easy peasy and we can go to the beach."

"Dashie don't make this any harder than it needs to be. I'm old, fragile, way beyond my prime. I most likely will not survive the surgery."

"Come on Dad don't say that. You're very capable of making it through." I was at his bedside my cheek rested on his wrinkled hand.

"Ms. Dash we're about to take him in for surgery, we would be most happy if you'd leave so we can take him to the operating room," a nurse said. I don't know when she got in here but I didn't want to leave John.

"Please Dashie just listen to them. Like I said stay strong," John said he moved my hair away from my eyes and gave me a smile. "I promise you, everything will be alright." Even though I knew it wasn't true I felt reassured that he was dying happily. I got up and left the room.

"We're sorry Ms. Dash but Mr. Smith did not survive the surgery. He died on the operating table." I broke down at those words. I don't remember what happened after that. I knew I had gotten a job, cause I could afford stuff, and I had gone into depression. I barely saw my friends and when I did i was a huge douche to them. I didn't go to John's funeral, I didn't ask for comfort from anyone. I had nailed a big keep out sign on my family door. I was that way for a few months.

"Rainbow open up you can't hide in there all day," Pinkie whined from outside, "come on we can go out, get a latte, talk about you getting a boyfriend. Maybe even see if we can find someone for you to adopt. It'll be fun I promise."

"Go away Pinkie. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit," I yelled. Even though a latte sounded nice.

"But Dashie we'll have tons of fun. So stop being a grinch and lets go have some fun."

"I fucking said no Pinkie Pie!"

"Alright suit yourself. I heard Soarin just got out of a relationship."

"If I go along will you shut up!?"

"Yes."

"Ugh fine. But just this once." Pinkie squeed in excitement as I unlocked my door. No sooner had I opened it Pinkie was pulling me down the side walk.

We were at an adoption home. Some of th kids I recognized because they were always playing around my house. But one really caught my eye. Her mame was Scootaloo and she was a rough and rowdy kid. Pinkie was right maybe I did need someone to adopt. Just to get rid of the emptiness in my home.

"Thank you Ms. Dash. We'll send her to pack her things and she'll be with you shortly," the owner said. She went into a back door for a few minutes. A few minutes gave me time to think about life with Scootaloo. It was going to be neat. Maybe a life where I was Rose this time around and Scootaloo was me.

"Hello? Are you Ms. Dash," the voice was unexpected but I knew it could only be Scootaloo. She was so young, so fragile. So adorable when she was scared.

"Yes," I replied. Scootaloo's face brightened a bit. She ran over to me and gave me a hug.

"I knew it was you Rainbow. I'm don't forget awesomeness."

"Good cause i'm your new parent."

"That's so cool." She was so full of excitement, and energy. Maybe it was my turn to be the Best Parent in the Universe.

Then it all faded away I was left in the tunnel again. Alone. I woke up? Or whatever I did, to the sounds of screaming telling me Vincent was in the office killing someone. Most likely the night guard. I don't know why but I felt like I had been physically crying. That shouldn't be possible, i'm not human.