WAY Out of place

I wished it was that easily done. How do I just fix that asshole? If I could, I would. But I can't, which is the really annoying aspect of it. I Can't actually fix it or stop doing something to make it go away. I have to just pull through all of it. But I can't tell her that. Sorry, I can't fix my problems. I don't know how I can make the guy who wants me to bad things go away. She'd think I was crazy or something. Well I guess I am crazy then if that's what's happening.

"Let's just not worry about this any more." I suggested.

"You think I'm gonna let you off like that?" She said growing more upset. "Why did you do that in there?" She asked.

I thought fast to something earlier. "Those two idiots are fucking annoying." I sighed, hoping it would.

She exhaled a few inaudible words and leaned against me. "Fine, I guess I'll take that."

I breathed some form of a sigh of relief. I was fifty-fifty on whether or not that would work.

"You really broke the mirror because you were mad at them?" She asked, no longer upset but more irritated.

"Yeah." I answered leaning back. "I said it was my fault. I broke the mirror because I got mad. Simple."

"Well we better replace it sometime soon." She sighed lying down next to me.

"Sorry." I said resting my left hoof on her back.

"It's fine. I don't really care, I just don't want to see you get hurt." She said softly.

"Twi, I've been hurt more than just a little through out my life. I've taken just about everything basic beside breaking bones and some ridiculous shit. This," I said raising my right hoof. "is nothing."

"Let me see that." She said. I moved my right hoof over to her. The reddened towel around it became surrounded by a purple glow and untied itself. She looked along the cuts, checking them over. Well, they're not that bad." She said tilting her head. "You did a decent enough job of keeping it under wraps."

"Yeah, and if you'd mind, I's like to wrap it back up." I said wincing at the sting of fresh blood seeping from the wounds.

"Oh, sorry." She said smiling sheepishly.

It wrapped back around and I tied it into a knot with my teeth again, pulling it tight. "Well, good as new again."

"Promise me you'll try not to take it out on the library next time." She said smiling up to me.

I moved to the side, sliding down to lie next to her. "What should I take my anger out on?" I asked.

"I don't know. What you think would work?" She asked. "A pillow or something."

"C'mon. I think there's much better ways of blowing off steam." I said smirking.

She rolled her eyes and leaned against me comfortably.

"So what do we do now?" I asked. "We don't exactly have all the luxuries of life I had."

"Well, we have other things now." She said positively.

"What?"

"Magic." I could out of the corner of my eye the smile on her face.

Kian was staring blankly at me as I walked past him, not even saying a word. He looked back to Twilight, sharing a worried glance. "You go talk to him. He'll listen to you better." He said quietly.

She nodded, walking after his older brother. Kian turned around, opening his door quickly and slipping back in. Pinkie was still lying there, looking up to him nervously. "What happened?" She asked.

"My brother's angry." He sighed, climbing up onto the bed.

"Oh." She looked down sadly. "That's not fun for anypony, is it?"

"No," He said lying down next to her. "especially not him."

"What did he do?" She asked.

"Broke the bathroom mirror. Cut himself."

"Is he always like this?" She asked.

"No. He's just got his own issues. We all do." He said staring at the ceiling.

"Why is he like that?" She asked curiously.

"I don't know. He hasn't exactly been given the greatest in life. Nobody's really tried to help him before."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe he wouldn't let them. Maybe they didn't want to. He's not the most trusting of anyone. But he's warming to it." He said thinking it over. "When I was little, really little. My father left my mother and took him. He was only eight. For...nine years he lived out in the wilderness with him. Trying to toughen his boy up. I don't think he ever liked me. I don't even know if he remembers me." He said sadly.

She laid her head down on his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"I think maybe that's why he's like this. Maybe that's why I'm like I am. He didn't have a mother, so he took to the world like it hated him. He doesn't really let people come close to him. I didn't have a father, so I took to the world feeling like it loved me. No real balance. I guess that's why we're so different." He sighed. "Life can be easy or hard on you for no good reason."

"That's sound terrible."

"Y'know, for a while, I got my ass beat because I was soft. And my brother told me how he'd gotten his own ass beat a few times because he was too hard. I wonder what it would be like if we were still a family. Things never happened and we stayed together. Maybe we'd find that perfect mix." He shrugged. "It's only a guess."

"Well I'm glad you are who you are." She said placing a peck on his cheek. "So when did you meet him after that?"

"About two weeks ago."

"Really?" She asked with a surprised look.

"Yeah. I never even knew I had a brother less then two weeks ago. And here I am on some adventure with him." He said waving his hoof around in the air.

"What kind of adventure are you on? Ooh, a quest?" She asked excitedly.

"I honestly have no idea." He sighed.