Daydream

I dream a bad dream of you baby.

You're bleeding on the hall floor, and even though I wish it could be amid the flowers outside, it was amid your pills and all those empty shell casings. And I stare at your pathetic silhouette from the doorway as I fondle my mane, trying to find a reason to keep loving you. Because reasons are one of the many things you never gave me. You never found your own reasons to be here. Only In this chemical dream of yours, you are able to dissolve your mistakes, but you ain't dissolving me again.

This time, I won't be the one extinguishing your burns. No; I'll let them burn. I'll leave you and your open wounds, your shallow words and your acid rain.

One day, you'll realize that pills can't bloom, darling.

Clanking tings of bullet shells dropping onto concrete, bouncing and settling, one by one. Rotating, whizzing, high density piercing impacts, turning the limestone walls into powdered styrofoam.

She was loosing her favorite game again, loosing her mind again. And she ran more and more, through debris and dust-filled air, the steely fragments that pierced her pale human skin went unnoticed. And not even her long aubergine-colored trench coat could mask the sheer crimson color leaking from all those open wounds. The physical ones at least, because the others could only leak inside. Arms and shoulders brushed against the cratered columns, dodging, fleeing, still breathing.

Also steely was the long and hollow barrel protruding from her non stopping killing machine, following her steps like an obsessive street spirit being carried by the hand. And she dragged it, heavily panting and sweating, her hair plastered against her face, not making any efforts to look back every time she pulled the trigger, eventually leaving ominous trails of bullet holes on the floor.

And the space-time wires seemed to stretch and contort as she made her way towards the end of the arched corridor, crossing flashes of colored sunlight and shadow as her furtive form meandered stained window panes and massive granitic walls. Never such a corridor became so long, almost a highway in length, still, wherever her desperate feet landed, a moment of despair awaited ahead.

Guards did what they could, shot what they could, but they could never hit her, instead, merely collapsed on the floor like dead moths.

"Amber!"

So time paused, and the seconds turned into minutes. The portal stood right in front of her, an arm away, maybe less. She stood there, a beige suitcase hanging from one of her hands, the elegant decay of her trench coat, which always fit perfectly well in her body, and a flawless tommy gun so firmly held, that calling it a weapon wouldn't be enough. It was a part of her.

The girl seemed to be sculpted in white ivory, with delicate features, yellowish eyes of a dark cat, and chestnut hair that flowed in the wind. Every inch of her body contrasted with all the gruesome things she had done. Those things couldn't be overlooked.

"Amber please..." Lyra said, her bloodshot eyes staring at the unresponsive girl. "Drop this weapon." She insisted.

"I'm sorry Lyra, I'm no longer part of your world." Amber turned around to face the cyan-haired pony, which in turn tried to hold her smoky gaze. "And you're not part of mine."

"Then I'm afraid I can't help you anymore."

And those last words quickly evolved into a painful farewell, as before any sort of reinforcement arrived, the young mare finished what she started by herself, with a sharp move that not even the deepest musings of Amber's mind could predict. Lyra hadn't the strength to open her eyes, after a single hail of bullets escaped the gun awkwardly floating in front of her. Never in her life, Lyra used her magic to activate such a thing, and never again she would.

A heavy metallic clang resonated through the floor, as Lyra dropped the rifle back on the ground where it belonged, near the body of a fallen unicorn stallion still in his steely armor.

Lyra was unable to hear the sound of Amber's knees as they touched the ground, the collapse of her silhouette muffled by the sound of heavy hoofsteps striding down the stairs. Her soul collapsed, watching through cascading teary eyes, the love of her life agonizing on the floor. Spread like a smashed flower, her Amber eyes staring lifelessly at the ceiling.

Lyra screamed, pulling her human self against her chest, sobbing, destroyed.

"You need to let her go!" A voice said. "Let her go, Lyra, we are doing it for your best. You won't understand now, but Amber had to go!"

"You made me kill her! I was forced to destroyed someone I've built throughout my entire life!" She cried, burying her muzzle on Amber's chest. "You dismantled a part of me, Bon Bon!"

And in a matter of seconds, the corridor of the first floor was bustling with guards, and doctors, and princesses, and nightmares, and daydreams.

Lyra closed her eyes, not wanting to walk away from the dead body.

Easy it could never be.

What to do when to save your life, you are forced to dismantle an important part of you? A piece of you.

"Amber lived inside of me." She muttered, digging her hooves into the lively chestnut hair of the human. She was so real, and she was so close of crossing the portal - the portal to the real world. "But I failed again"

"No Lyra, you didn't!" A shadow of Bon Bon's figure drifted through the room, as a liquid flower in space, delving in waterfalls into her friend's mind.

"You need to wake up!" Bon Bon said. Wrapping an arm around Lyra's shoulder, the unicorn finally releasing the grasp, allowing Amber to close her eyes for the last time.

"But how?" Her lips quivered, a hot tear streaming down her face, in flames.

"Wake up from this chemical dream of yours, Lyra." She muttered. "I'm see your silhouette from the doorway, you're laying on the bedroom floor, surrounded by things I can't even start to explain."

"No..." Lyra shook her head. "I'm... I'm a detective, I need to-"

"You just need to remember. The flowers outside, the day you met me. The day you ceased to be yourself." Invisible shadow guards surrounded the surreal crime scene, where no blood poured, and no eyes every opened. The justice in battle inside a single mind.

"Wake up, Lyra."