Each day I sit here and wonder what I do to make things better, how I would find a way to keep them happy. I give everything for others, blood, sweat, tears and money… and then comes the stress. As I always do, I take a moment to rest when I can. With each moment that passes like this I find myself alone, especially as of late. It's quite without them and I am not one that likes to be left alone when there is bad blood in the air. After a long day of work I find myself lying in bed with my door closed. Silence all around me, not even the wind comes to greet me from the open window. It’s just me and the darkness that consumes my thoughts.

Hours would soon pass for me as I tossed and turned in my bed. I was unable to get to sleep as I dwelled on the day and the sudden turn it took. I was unsure of what my other friends would think, but my thoughts made me uneasy. The longer I was awake the more I thought and thought. Each second that passes offers me a new emotion while my body twists.

I lay there thinking to myself, “Is it all worth it? Is what I do for them worth my time?”

A voice calls to me in the back of my mind, “No, they just use you. Play with you like a toy, and when they have finished, they toss you aside to be forgotten and left to rot!”

Another voice calls to me before I can reply to the first, “No, they must care. Why else would they have spent so much time with you? They said they loved you! They must have meant it! They can’t be that heartless!”

Before I can reply I find these inner voices arguing. My mind feels cluttered. I want to believe the second voice; I want that hope.
Yet the second voice constantly speaks out in protest, “If they really gave a damn about you then why would they have done this? Why would they not speak to you?”

The other voice speaks up again, “It is because we are being punished, we hurt them. We know they are sensitive. You have seen them when they are not so upset. They give us happiness when we see and hear them. We are in this situation because we have failed them once again.”
“We?”,I think to myself.

Once again my second voice calls out in rage “Silence is what's killing us!”

I feel the anger inside me build at that outburst, along with fear, disgust. Feeling ill I turn in my bed as tears well up in my eyes.
My soft spoken voice speaks up, “This silence is our fault. We must bear the burden that our actions have caused us.”

“Oh and it is also our fault that just saying one kind word gets us yelled at and told to shut up, the explaining leads to this! No, how long are we going to go like this?! A week?! Two?! Enough of this nonsense, we are walking away now!” The angry voice exclaimed in rage.

“NO! If we do this then their view on our kind will forever be shattered. Not only will they be hurt for good, we will be left alone again,” the other voice says getting quieter as the thought enters my head for them both to see.

The voice of Rage quells his temper and looks to Compassion, who begins to sob softly.
A final voice calls to all of us, “If we keep this up, our sanity will be shattered, the love we feel for them is the only reason you want us to stay, we love them, but we also want to change their view that there is still some good in this world. But listen to me please. We must make a choice for everyone’s sake. If we stay, we may be able to help them, but risk so much on our end mentally. If we leave then they become a broken soul and the world may lose them.”

Rage speaks up, “This must end, or somehow it will on its own, and not in a good way.”

Compassion says sobbing, “We may be too late. I fear it already has.”

Before the final voice can speak and give our destination something stops him. None of us know what but he closes his mouth and walks away, leaving us to find a solution ourselves.

“Great, now he's gone, what the hell do we do now?!” Rage said.
Compassion looked over her tears, “Unless we can think of something, let’s just stick with it until we can make a choice.”
Rage stamped his foot, “AGAIN?!” he was silent for a moment then huffed. “Very well, but this silence will be the end of us. The longer it lasts the more we think, the more we think, the more we upset ourselves over this.”
Rage looked to Compassion as she gave a slight cough, a small amount of blood over her hoof.

“It’s starting again, we need to calm down.” he said taking a deep breath, and cooling from a magma red to a cool blue.
As my emotions subside I wipe my lip and clean the little blood that is there. Reaching over I grab my pills and swallow one before laying back down.

Mumbling to myself I look at the ceiling, “The stress over this will be the death of me.”
With that I looked out my window and to the orchard of apple trees, just barely visible I see the familiar cloud house of the cyan pegasus I call my closest friend. I begin to tear up, thinking of when she will talk to me again, or if she ever will.

The last words I mutter before exhaustion finally take me as lost to the night in a whisper of sobs, “I thought you loved me, because I still love you.”

Author's Note

Special thanks to Rogueunicorn
Edited by: Rogueunicorn