The end of me.

My mother died...I continue to say it to myself over and over. "What did I ever do......? i never really did anything.....all i do is take the hits, and help everyone i can....i try to care as much as possible..." I think to myself. Dark stands over me, his one red eye glowing brightly. I stare at it, shaking. "You will die, Arty. Tonight. This, I will make sure of~" He says this with such a big grin, that it makes me worry, "what if he wins?" I think. He pulls out a small box, but I can't see what it is, until I see him pull out a match. My brother, Killer Fly, trots down the hall, smiling. "Hey, dad. I did what you asked." He chuckles, a slight skip in his trot. I know something is up, and then it hits me. The smell of gasoline hits me as soon as Killer gets at least five feet from me.  "YOU DIDN'T!!" I stammer, and he just smiles...Standing there. "I did, because I hate you." He replies. I lay there, staring at them, breathless. Dark swipes the match against the side of the box, lighting the match up, and throwing it on the ground of my house. The floor ignites with fire quickly, and then both of the stallions vanished, much like how a changeling transforms into another pony's appearance. But they vanished.

Quickly, the entire house catches fire, and I'm stuck in there. I push myself towards a flame, and burn the rope off of my hooves, burning my hooves badly. I scream in pain as it happens, and get up quickly, taking one last long look at my mother, seeing a chain on her neck. i go to her, rip it off as quickly as i can, and run. I try to make it to the door, but i fall, the ceiling nearly falling on me, when a hooded pony with icy glowing blue eyes bursts in through the window, scoops me up, and runs out the door. Before we make it, I black out.

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I wake up in the hospital the next morning, doctors and Nurses all around me. Its hard for me to Breathe, and big patches of my body are in bandages. I'm so sore, that I can hardly move. It's hard for me to see, now, too. One of the doctors notices that I'm awake and quickly shoo's the other's off. He takes a while to explain what will go on from this point on. They think my dad burned alive. I can't speak at all. Even my throat and lungs are burned...My mother is dead....And soon, So will i.