Bass Blues was right, String Chimers house was just barely big enough for one pony to live in without too many problems. I wondered how they were gonna make it work. The couch both felt and looked uncomfortable too. It took up most of the wall it had been pushed against. I was thankful that the dining table was in the kitchen, or else things would be incredibly cramp.

String Chimer had made coffee for Bass Blues and himself, I had a glass of apple juice since I hate coffee. Their cups stood on the little coffee table, the black liquids would soon get too cold to drink. The two of them hadn’t been able to keep quiet since we got of the train. I wondered if they would ever do so. I held my juice in my right hoof and swirled the yellow half clear drink around.

“So Creepy Quill,” That got my attention. String Chimer looked directly at me. At me! Not my sister. I was impressed, “I thought that maybe you could work in the kitchen, since there’s more room for your typewriter, and great light too.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad, thank Stri…” I was cut off by a laughter. Next to String.

“Work? Creepy Quill?” Bass Blues laughed even louder, “Creepy haven’t done anything productive since she graduated, why do you think mom and dad wanted her out?” She laughed in between breaths. It made my blood boil. It required all I had to not charge at her at full speed! My jaw hurt from grinding my teeth so hard. How dared she! All she did was play cover songs at cafes. I used my imagination at least!

String Chimer and Bass Blues both gasped all of a sudden, I looked at both of them and they had horrified expressions on their faces. My hoof felt wet. I hadn’t even noticed it. I had been holding my glass of juice so tight in my hoof that it had shattered. The apple juice had splattered all over my foreleg and half the table.

“I need some air.” It was all I could get out. My heart pounded and my hoof stung like hell. I rose and started to move towards the hallway.

I could hear my sister pulling in air “Creepy Quill did I say something?” She asked worryingly. Did she say something? Did she say something!
I forced myself to take a deep breath and just kept walking. “Creepy?”

I opened the front door at the end of the hall with my magic, I almost galloped out and slammed the door behind me. I could feel my eyes starting to sting and tear up. “Dammit.” I whispered to myself. A huge lump had formed itself in my throat and I speed up. I ignored all the ponies that I passed by and focused on the pathway that was underneath my hooves. The pain in my right fore hoof started to get more intense and it started to throb.

I spotted a few trees, some grass and bushes and figured I was headed for a park of some sort. The trees started to get closer and i ducked behind the closest one. Tears started to flow freely as I sat behind the big trunk, I raised my hoof. The soft fur had gotten dark and damp from the juice but that was not what I was worried about. I tried my best not to sob while I slowly turned my throbbing foreleg. Right there on my wrist, below my hoof was a long, deep gash. Blood still flowed but not at an alarming rate. I sighed in relief that the broken glass hadn’t hit my pulse vein, that would have gotten ugly.
I leant my back against the big tree and held my other hoof over the wound, it stung horribly but I hoped that it would stop the bleeding a bit. The blood that had already flowed had mixed itself in my fur and the sticky juice.

“Why do you always have to cry?” I asked myself, “Why can’t you just get angry?” I sobbed. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and not in a good way, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t stop the sobs. Unconsciously I tightened the grip around my hoof. My breath quickened and I tried to get control of my own thoughts, but they were too much of a mess. Bass’ words came to me again, it made me sob even more. Also what she said in the train. Was I never going to accomplish anything? Was I never going to get anything done? Was I going to die alone since I didn’t know how to love somepony? I knew that it wasn’t true but I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe there was something about it. I was a disaster. Both my brain and heart felt like lead and my hoof wasn’t doing any good.

“You okay?” It was a stallion's voice. My mind went blank and I blinked a few times. I tried to hide my face in my forelegs.

“I’m fine.” I muttered back, I would have said more but i choked on another sob.

“You sure?” He asked, I nodded but it seemed like he didn’t notice. “Cuz your hoof seems pretty messed up. You slipped or something? He had a bit of a city accent, he couldn’t be from Ponyville.

I looked at the hoof in my grip, blood had found its way out. “It’s fine, I can handle it.” I lied, a simple band aid weren’t going to do the job and I had no idea how to fix it myself or where to find a hospital.

He remained silent but I knew he was studying me. “I don’t think so.” I heard a thump and felt a sudden warmth next to me. “Lemme see.” It was all he said before grabbing my wounded hoof.

I hissed at the pain from having it touched so suddenly, “Is it bad?” I finally looked at the stallion while he examined my hoof. The first thing that caught my eye was his deep blue mane. It stood out completely from his chestnut coat and eyes.

“Well it ain’t good.” He still hadn't removed his eyes from the gash, “Was this why you were crying?”

I had barely noticed but the sobs were gone, the tears still flowed though. “Yes.” I lied again, I didn’t want to talk about Bass Blues.

“You’re a horrible liar you know that?”

He turned his head to look at me. I pulled my hoof back to myself and tried to avoid his gaze. It weren’t judgemental though, it had sympathy. I could feel the sobs starting to return. No words came out of my mouth while i tried to hold back my sobs, all the while the lump in my throat grew.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked with a cautious voice. He had tried this before. Something started patting my shoulder but all four of his hooves were planted on the ground. I shaked my head and turned my head away from him. This stranger was so kind. You would never see this kind of behaviour in ponies in Canterlot. “You from here?” He tried to make me think about something else. I shaked my head again. “Me neither, Cloudsdale. And you?”

“C-Canterlot.” I stammered. Oh it was wings, I thought to myself.

“Came here recently?” He asked, the patting had stopped and now the wing was simply lying on my shoulder. “I came here when I turned sixteen.”

“T-today.” Sweet Celestia why couldn't I just stop crying and talk like a normal pony.

“Today? All alone?”

“With my sister” I felt the anger coming back. “My parents forced me to go with her.”

“Can't have been easy. I assume you like Canterlot.” I looked at him again.

“I love it” Wait there was something I love. Or love the way you love a city. Or like the way you love a friend or a family member. The more I thought about it, Canterlot wasn’t just a city, it was a part of me. A part of my soul.

“So you like Canterlot a lot?” I laughed silently. The stranger had a bit of song to his words as to intentionally make a lame joke. “So she can smile” I heard him laugh a bit to himself. It was true though, a little smile had found its way. I stille felt mad though, and sad…

“Smad.” I muttered and started laughing a bit more of my weird contraction.

“Smad?” He asked. He had no idea what I talked about.

I nodded, “Smad.” I laughed even more. The lump in my throat started to disappear. He started to laugh as well.

We just sad there and made even more stupid jokes and puns. It was hilarious and I started to forget about the gash in my wrist and about Bass Blues and String Chimer.

“I never really got your name.” He suddenly said. It caught me completely off guard.

“Uuhm.” Wow. Forgetting your own name. Good job Creepy Quill.

“Well hello Uuhm my name’s Snowy Sky.” He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, “You’re worse then my dad. My names Creepy Quill.” I extended my healthy hoof for him to shake. Snowy Sky gave me a brohoof instead.

“Alright Creepy Quill let’s get your hoof there patched up.” He stood and motioned for me to follow him.
I stood as well and trotted along as best as I could.

What had I been thinking?! Following a complete stranger home. I could have gotten murdered! Or worse! Though Snowy Sky was totally cool he might not have been.
We sat in the kitchen of Snowy Sky’s house. It was in the outskirts of the town and it had been a pain in the plot to walk all the way with my hoof.
Sky had found his first aid kit and started cleaning the gash.

“It ain’t as bad as it looks but you’re gonna a need a few stitches.” I winced at his words and from the stinging alcohol he used to clean it.

I gulped “Can you do that, or should I try and find a hospital?” Even though Snowy Sky seemed to know his business I was more comfortable with the second option.

“Horseapples,” He put down the bottle of alcohol. “I’ve patched my self up more times then you can count.” He whipped up a little ball of string and a needle.

“Are you sure?” I asked again.

No response except for a nod. “Now try and hold your foreleg still cuz it ain’t gonna be painless.”

I nodded and bit my lower lip. Instead of looking at Sky slowly threading the needle, I looked around the little room. The walls was a calming light blue. Almost the same color as the sky outside. Not the “Sky” in here. Because he's brown. It made sense that the young pegasus would have painted the walls this color, it would remind him of his old home in Cloudsdale.

“Hey Sky, can I call you that?” I asked cautiously, I felt as if I kept saying Snowy Sky I might begin to stumble around in the s’.

He kept looking at the needle, trying to get the thin string into the little hole. “Uh, sure. All my friends call me that.”

Wait, did he consider me his friend? But we only just met. Though the thought of him being my friend kind of made me happy. I smiled, “Thanks.”

“No prob… Gotcha!” Sky had finally succeeded in threading the needle and he held it proudly between his hooves. “Now let’s get down to business.”

I tapped the kitchen table with my left hoof and made a false impressed expression.

He bowed with his head while still holding the needle, “Thank you very much.” When he turned his head back up he had a wide grin, we both laughed a bit. “Seriously though let’s get this over with, I think you’ve suffered long enough.” He had a bit of a laugh when he ended the sentence.

I took a deep breath as Snowy Sky placed the cold tip of the needle against my skin.

Author's Note

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