Fresh air

(mature content ahead)

I could hear the springs creaking in the room next door and I really wanted to cover my ears with a pillow but I didn’t have any, only a blanket, i had to use the armrest as a pillow. Occasionally the faint sound of a moan could be heard and it kinda grossed me out, the two of them mumbling to each other could also be heard once in awhile and I desperately tried to shut it out.

It was late when I had returned home and they had already gone to bed. String Chimer had prepared the livingroom for me, he actually seemed alright the more I thought about it. I thought about my outbreak earlier and I blushed from the shame. I had overreacted but I had just had enough of her bullshit. Bass Blues always criticised me, whether it was about my career, my love life or just me in general! Sometimes it’s like she want’s me to feel bad about myself. Or maybe it’s just me overreacting again.

“Ugh!” I covered my ears with my hooves and shut my eyes. The couches fabric scratched at my skin as I moved around, trying to get comfortable. My mind wandered back to the train ride and my heart sank. Did Bass Blues really mean what she said? Or was she just and trying to make conversation, because if that was the case, then she sucks at conversations. Also, the way she talked about me in front of String really embarrassed me, maybe that’s why I got so angry.

“I’ll apologize tomorrow.” I promised myself, not to Bass though, to String Chimer. I had made a horrible first impression and I didn’t want to have him think that I’m some sort of psycho who crushes glasses whenever they get moody. My stomach growled,I hadn’t had any proper dinner. Snowy Sky had made us some snacks when I was there but except for that, I hadn’t had anything else and I was too tired to go find something in the kitchen. That, and I had no idea where everything was. I mean, he had a fridge but raiding his kitchen seemed like bad manners too.

“Oh yes! String!” Bass Blues yelled from next door. It’s almost incredible how long they could keep going. How long has it been? Two maybe Three hours? Well all I know is that it prevented me from falling asleep.

I tried to think about something else, maybe about Snowy Sky. He had done a pretty decent job with my hoof, it was obvious that he had lot’s of experience. The stitches was great and he was so gentle with the bandages. Sky had told me about when he moved to Ponyville. Apparently he had moved here to get away from Cloudsdale, something with his twin sister, Sky wasn’t really clear about that and when I tried to question him, he just changed the subject. Snowy Sky also told me about why he was so experienced with patching up wounds and such. He was on the Ponyville weather team and got a lot of scratches on the job and figured that fixing them himself was way easier than going to the hospital or doctor each and every time.

After I had told Sky about me being forced to move here and needing someplace, he actually told me about his friend who needed a roomie. She couldn't pay the rent on her own, luckily my parents had promised to send me money every month until I started making my own. I was gonna have tea with her tomorrow. Autumn Aurora, her name was. Snowy Sky thought that her and I had a lot in common from what he had learned about me.

Suddenly the creaking from the bedroom stopped and there was a little mumbling, but that stopped pretty quickly too. After listening carefully for a few moments, I concluded that they must have finally gone to sleep, and so should I. It was almost impossible to get comfortable but it was easier without having to cover up my ears. I ended up laying sideways with my face against the backrest, though my injured right hoof was placed so that nothing was touching it, the pain was still there after all and I wouldn't risk ripping up the stitches.

I forced my mind to go blank and I could slowly feel that soothing calmness as I drifted off to sleep.

Mugs knocking against tables could be heard in the kitchen and it was obvious that the ponies talking right across the hall was doing their best to keep their voices down.

I didn’t want to open my eyes. Mostly because I knew that I wasn’t going to wake up to my bedroom’s homely lavender walls, nor mom’s delicious fried hay and eggs. And dad wasn’t going to sit by the white kitchen table and read the day’s newspaper before heading off to the castle to guard the gates. I had never imagined waking up somewhere else. I had never imagined waking up somewhere that wasn’t home. I had never been to a sleepover as a foal, they had always been at my place. Nor any school trips, and all vacations was with my parents. Basically, I had never imagined waking up somewhere that didn’t feel like home.
A frizzling sound could be heard in the kitchen and the smell of fried hay hit my nostrils. My mouth watered at the smell but I still didn’t want to get up.

I focused on the voices, “Do you think we should wake her up? I don’t think she had any dinner last night…” It was String Chimer. I was glad that he thought about me, even after my outbreak.

Bass Blues chuckled and said “Trust me honey, as soon as she smells this, she’ll wake up,” The frizzling from the hay stopped but soon started again as she must have replaced it with the eggs. “That’s how mom and dad does it. And… I think she should have something that’s like home.”

It was hard to open my eyes but I did it. I turned around. I didn’t look at the green walls, I looked at the door as my stomach screamed for food. The wooden floor was cold as I brought my right hind hoof to it and I considered bringing the blanket with me, but I decided against it. I let myself roll off the couch completely, though still not putting any weight on my right hoof. The blanket landed on the cushions. I just stood there and swayed for a minute or two until the sound of plates forced me out of my sleepy trance. Humping on three healthy and one injured leg I made my way to the door, with my right hoof I turned the doorknob though it was hard with the still very existing pain. Slowly the door swung open and I trotted into the hallway. The talking in the kitchen stopped. I kept going, into the little room and the smell hit me immediately. My stomach growled even louder and my eyes darted towards the cheap wooden table. There was placed three plates, each with hay and eggs.

“Hungry?” Asked Bass who sat at the table next to String Chimer.