Feeling Of Empty

by TechnoStorm

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Tragedy, Sad
Length: 2777

Life, given to us as a gift and lets us do what we want. some would say thats a great gift...

Life,

given to us as a gift and lets us do what we want. some would say that's a great gift...

but some think that they don't want to "live" anymore so they give up that gift and hurt everyone around them.

Not by words or by hooves, but by what they do.

They hurt everyone by relinquishing the gift of life, and they pay the ultimate sacrifice.

Author's Notes: i think this is my personal best and i really like how it played through and credit goes to Zyrah for helping me edit the story and make it more readable

Published 2015-12-06 19:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-18 01:14:28 UTC

Definition Of Life

Purpose.

Something other ponies say you have.

Pain.

Something other ponies say you can feel.

Love.

Something other ponies say you feel for someone.

Loss.

Something other ponies say will happen.

Empty.

Something other ponies don't tell you and leave you to find out for yourself.

Other ponies told me that everything would be alright, but they would never understand the pain, the loss, and the emptiness that I felt.

My name is Lilly, I live in Manehattan and I have lost my ability to feel. Having emotions was too hard. When I was a filly, an event occurred that left me with a state of emptiness that could not be filled. Even now that I have grown, I still find it hard to feel anything but emptiness.

Other ponies say to me that it's normal to feel this way after someone you loved is hurt this badly.

Loss.

Every time I go to sleep, I can see their agony, their suffering, their state of shock.

Pain.

I always wake with a start, screaming until I realize it was just a nightmare. At least it was this time.

Tonight I walked over to the mirror and saw myself although it did not resemble what I used to be.

I loved to go to school. I would play with my friends and I loved it when my mom would pick me up from school.

The face in the mirror shouted, Ha! What friends? The only thing you wanted was for her to leave you alone!

One day, my life was changed forever. That day was when somepony tried to murder me. I wanted to run but I was frozen in place, my fear binding me to where I stood. She jumped in front of me as the stallion shot, hitting her instead.

You're the reason she's dead! Ha ha! If you really loved her, you would have ran on your own, my voice mocked me.

He shot everypony in the room, except me. He fled as the sound of sirens had come within earshot.

My mom spoke to me, through hazy eyes and gritted, bloody teeth,

"Lilly...I love you... please...be the best...pony you can be...I love you...Don't ever forg-" She stopped.

I remember myself saying, “Mom?” the tears swelling in my eyes causing her image to blur and ripple as her her body went limp in my hooves.

I cried so much it hurt, I felt loss. That same day my dad blamed me for my mom's condition and had kicked me out of the house. On the very same day, I felt pain.

When didn't think it could get any worse I realized I had nowhere to go to and a note that seemingly came out of nowhere had something about you in it but fearing it was bad, I did not read it because I knew you were dead.

Three times in the same day I felt loss, pain and regret. After that day i remember wondering why me? Why did that happen to me and why I was the only pony to survive the slaughter, how self-centered of me to think that way!

I used to love the world and the sound's it made only if you stopped to listen, but not even the birds chirped on that day. I would always look to the sky and take flight and watch as the wind tear through my mane taking all my stress away.

Now nothing feel's right after that day. I felt like a monster, I wanted to die, all that had happened had made me feel terrible. But through it all I found some pony, she gave me a roof over my head, fresh food and didn't expect anything of it.

I was happy that day. I felt like this was a second chance.

It's been a few weeks now and she still lets me live here, here in Ponyville with her. I have stopped having bad dreams about what happened that day and now, now I seem to have dreams about the good times with you mom.

From the day I was born till the day she died, she had loved me and wanted only the best for me. Where are you now? Are you watching down from the heavens my guardian pony?

Or are you just waiting for me to forgive myself for what I had done, what he had done. I always felt strange around you but I couldn't explain the feeling.

For it was a mixture of them creating the feeling like the mix of paints create the beautiful masterpiece.

I have been thinking about you mom, about all the things i never got to say and the things we never got to do. I remember one day I had asked for a kite so you could teach me how to fly it.

I bought one today in memory of you, I am now going to fly it and hopefully it will reach the heavens and you can smile knowing that I'm fine.

But I'm not really, I say I am but I feel really strange like I don't deserve to live where you’re not alive. But i try not to think about it too much.

The pony I used to be is gone, now the pony you wanted me to grow up as is further than it's ever been from my grasp.

I feel that strange feeling again and again, without you... i really want to live for you, to keep your memory alive.

But it gets harder and harder every day and I don't know how much more of this I can take, I will try to focus on the good in our memories for I cannot bare the bad ones and if I continue to remember them, I might break one day my guardian pony.

I fear I have depression from what happened. I flew the kite, did you see it mom? It was the one you liked, the filly soaring through the skies like I used to do. I thought you would love it and now I have done it but there is no sign that you saw it.

I want to see you again so i can hug you and never let go.

I have my own home now mom, I pray every night to you up there.

I pray about everything I do without you and how much I miss you.

I want to see you again but people say I can't because you’re to hurt. I just tell the other ponies that I will find a way to see you once more, to see that smile as I hug you and you hug back and we both never let go.

The pony I once was is now dead and will not come back... I'm sorry for what i am about to do my guardian pony up high in the sky.

They said I couldn't see you yet, that's where there wrong.

I will see you again, even if it means paying the ultimate sacrifice to do so.

I have tied a noose and now standing waiting to kick the chair from underneath me. There are so much thing's i never got to say to you or do with you.

I will finally get to see you again.

I kicked the chair and am now choking fighting for every last breath. As my eyes start to darken and i feel my last bit of air taken out of me, I smile.

I will get to see you again... I now realize that what you said to me as a filly was true, I have felt every feeling you told me about and mom, i never got to say this for i did not know what this feeling was.

Now I understand it, I love you.

And like that I had ran out of breath as my body went limp and all I could see was black

Author's Note

Please leave any feedback you think would help this chapter. and some thing's you may like to see in the more to come. Thank you for your time.

Life In The Eye's Of Anew

I woke in the hospital to find a note on the table with my name on it. I feel compelled to read it and find out who had sent it. It was a funeral company. Confusion settled because from what I remember, I had no family. Still, I opened the letter to find:
________________________________________
Dear Scarlet Candle,
We regret to inform you of your deceased daughter, Lily. We wish you our best regards and hope you can live past this loss. We hope you have a wonderful day.
________________________________________

Short, simple and straight to the point. Still, i had no idea who was named Lily... I felt like I should remember but I couldn't. I was going home today so I decided to go and delve deeper.

After I said farewell to the ponies who took care of me, I went and got a newspaper from the Ponyville Press, then went to make my way home when somepony stopped me and said,

"You must be Starlight Candle. I'm sorry for your loss; I know how it feels to lose a daughter"

That stopped me dead in my tracks and I looked at the mare who said that to me showing nothing but empathy in her eyes. I was confused so I asked,

"You knew her?"

"I knew her... I helped her when your husband kicked Lily out of your house because he thought she was the reason why you died. I can see now that's not the case...Oh I’m so sorry, Lily…"

Her voice was like a piano making a sad chord, leaving that same sadness within me.
"Might I ask your name and if I could come over to find out more about my daughter? You see when I was in the hospital I lost a lot of my memory whilst in surgery. I've obviously lost more than I thought..."

I replied trying to force a smile but I had no idea who this pony was and I was asking to go to her house? Was I mad?

"My name is Feather Heart. Follow me and I will tell you what happened."

We walked for what I guessed was only a few minutes before reaching our destination, when we got to the door she smiled and let me in, closing the door behind me.

She showed me the couch and we both sat in silence for a few minutes before she said,

"You know I loved her...your daughter I mean...I admired that she devoted everything to you and sacrificed her gift of life to see you once more but I guess that was in vain...She loved you a lot you know, when she thought you were dead she could not stop thinking about you day in and day out." She chuckled, "I loved that about her.”

We sat in silence a few moments more, still confused about who this pony that she was saying my daughter was. My thoughts were resolved when she said, “I have some photos of her if you want to see them.”

"Yes, that would be nice. Thank you very much."

I watched Feather Heart grab a photo, then she walked back and passed it to me before sitting back down on the couch. I saw Lily in the photo smiling, with Feather.

It hurt so much because I can't remember anything about her, but she knew so much about me. It was like the photo was asking me to join her. I was so content on looking I almost missed Feather ask,

"So...what did you think of your daughter? Do you remember her?"

"Yes I do," I lied. I did not want to explain what I was feeling or that I could not remember. "I'm sorry but I have to go." I got up and went to the door and before leaving I heard her call,

"Come again tomorrow and we can talk more."

I smiled and nodded my head before leaving to wander, but it seemed while the world was moving for everyone else, it had stopped for me. I wanted to remember my own daughter but it seemed I could not.

I had found myself at a dead end of an ally way when I snapped back into focus. I turned around and a pony levitating a gun next to him was staring at me. I remembered the face from somewhere but I could not place it.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here,” he said, a smile forming on his lips. “I thought I killed you but I guess I failed. This time, I will succeed for sure."

As he pointed the gun at me it felt like time stopped once again before actually failing to realize what was going on for a few moments, then the weight of the situation dawned on me as I brought my head up to face the pony.

The gun still wrapped in his telekinetic grasp until I heard the click followed by a loud bang.

Instead of a bullet it was a rush of memories showing me and Lily playing together and showing what had happened up until that day then when I thought the worst of it was over and I was going to die, I remembered my daughter when I jumped in front of her to intercept that bullet that was meant for her.

I saw the bullet coming at me but instead of feeling it hit me and end my life, I felt the world twist and turn around me as if time was bending only to me.

That's when I woke up.

I jumped from the ground where I had fallen asleep, remembering my daughter. I remembered her smile, her beautiful face and soft mane.

I almost shouted it out loud before running to Feather's place and knocking at the door. I waited a few moments before she opened the door and I smiled.

"I remember."

Author's Note

I know people don't like it and my story's are pretty terrible but i actually liked how this one turned out. Yes i know i need a proof reader or just to fix some mistakes but i will get to that some other time. Oh, also sorry for the people who waited for this chapter to come out it took a lot longer than expected with the recent real life stuff that was happening. thank you for your support and have a nice day.

The Voice Of The Forgotten

Author's Note

no spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes. i wanted it to look like this for the final part and i feel it adds sadness to the story without actually being in the story. its a small poem for it

The Voice Of The Forgotten

The Voice Of The Forgotten

Sometimes in life I feel worthless, I feel if I left, if I died, no one would care. I hide those feeling with a mask of yellow and bury them deep within till they break free of their chains to make me feel them once more. I can’t take it, I want to live but what’s the point when you have nothing to live for? I ask that question every day, life is a fragile thing. Once it is gone, it is gone to only whomever is willing to forget and becomes the whispers on the wind forever lost in time, a tomb soon to never be visited, forgotten, time claiming the name and chanting it through the breeze forever alive. So whenever you hear the wind my one true love, please think of me for who I am. Not for what I done or the cowards choice I made. Think of me as the one who opened up, deemed to forever fly freely as a name in the breeze and my love. Please don’t be sad for what I did for it was not your fault and I don’t blame you, I loved you and that’s what pained me most to leave your side. But what is done is done so please don’t forget, and when its windy outside, please come out for I may have something to say to you my love, and remember I am the name lost in time flowing in the breeze, the one who calls your name from time to time to see what you would do. So please, go outside and rejoice in my voice, the voice of the forgotten.