A life worth living

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 4
Chapter 3
Chapter 5
Chapter 6

Chapter 1

A Life Worth Living
An Original Story by Ppopjj and IronBronyCupcake (IronCupcake)

I was born like the everyday pony, completely healthy, with a mother and father, and ready to enter the world with hopes to singlehandedly change it. Although all of these aspects to my birth were correct there is one flaw with my life, I am retarded. I was diagnosed with this by the doctors who should have little to no knowledge about my imparity, due to the fact that ponies are never born like this. The doctors were baffled, they had never seen anything like it, and they had no clue how to cure me. Doctors searched for hours; there was no recorded cure for my illness or a recorded victim to my disease. After the search ended the doctors came to my mother, they told her what was wrong with me and all the possible causes. My mother believes I am like this because my father was abusive during pregnancy.

I write to you today a full grown mare; my mother told me all the information about my birth and what I am dealing with. Since birth my doctors concluded that I am only capable to use my thought processes, I cannot express myself like the other ponies can. Since I am incapable of speaking, moving, and communicating properly, my doctors told me that it would be beneficial to my mental health if I write to myself; this is my first entry. My ambition with this journal is to become famous, for my life to be understood and not laughed at by all my peers. Someday I hope to be cured, someday I hope to have a normal family, but most importantly I hope to be accepted.

My family consists of only me, my mother, and my father. My father never asked for a family, my father was never suited to fill his role in a family. He is abusive, and will usually beat me or my mother when he is angered and he tends to get angry a lot. After I deal with beatings from my father I have to go to school where nobody accepts me. They give me a false nick name, Derpy Hooves. At this point people don’t even know my real name, they just call me Derpy Hooves. My name is Dream Chaser; it was given by my mother and describes me in many ways.

Either way, children at school would usually beat me and make fun of me. They have no reason at all to do it but it just happens. Today I was greeted in the morning by my mother who is the only person in this world who seems to care for me. She served me my breakfast and as I headed out to go to school I was stopped by my father who had been at the door ready to leave when I blocked him.
“Get out of my way kid,” my father said pushing me to aside.

I was called kid. It was never anything else but kid. I could not bring any input to the conversation so I simply let my father through. Before I left my, mother gave me a kiss on the forehead and an “I love you,” to start my day. My mother was the only person I hear those words from, and it means a lot to me. If didn't hear those words at all from her I would probably be even more unstable than I am right now. Anyway, I walked to the school house to be greeted by my teacher, who knows of my condition and takes proper care of me knowing I need all the help I can get to get through schooling. I sat down at my desk as the teacher started to lecture. Meanwhile the children would look at me and laugh, they made fun of my eyes and how I walked over to my desk. I can't say a word to them I can only sit back and watch as the children torment me.

The day passed on, we learned about pony history and all the stuff our kind went through to get to this day. I always loved listening to the wonderful stories my teacher had for us about the past world and how it was like. After class, I was walking out of the school yard and was intercepted by a school bully.
“Where you going derpy hooves” the bully said with a menacing tone
I stepped back to just be blocked by other ponies that also blocked me from any escape.
“Get him” the main bully said.
I was hit from all sides, some harder than others. It felt like it would last forever, I stopped feeling the physical pain after a while, I just felt the mental pain. I felt the pain of dealing with these people, the pain of being an outcast never to be accepted by the peers I was surrounded by. Minutes went by before all the ponies ran away giving me a way to get home before my dad gets angry for me being late. I was bruised and cut as always, walking into my home I saw my mother and father at the dinner table alone.
“Hurry up and eat, your food is getting cold” My father said
I sat down and quickly ate as my mother and father looked at me and my bruises from the past beating. My mother could not say anything; she may get hurt for speaking out of turn.
“Got beat up again today kid?” My father asked with a chuckle.
I simply nodded and left the dinner table, I could not deal with my father mocking me for this so I came up to my room were my journal is. It is now nighttime I will go to sleep now, goodnight.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2
A week has gone by, nothing interesting or entertaining happened this past week to write about. The everyday routine, I wake up, go to school, and come home. Yes there may be some distractions to this system like being intercepted on my daily walk home by bullies or some other unwanted being. I guess something worthy writing about is I actually spoke to some pony last Friday. I did screw everything up at the town hall because I was focusing so hard on trying to speak. I am very proud of myself for that.

When I came home my father found one reason to be angry at me, this time it was the whole town hall thing. Not being able to communicate to my father is hard, I cannot try too hard or I will break something and engulf him into pure anger. When my father talks I am reduced to only being able to listen and that is all he can ask for. I try not to anger him of course but it’s like running in pine straw with a lit match, the fire will be lit.

I spend most of my days now reminiscing on the best day of my life, I was told to write about good times to feel good. About a year ago my father left town, on that short occasion I did what I love to do the most, be with my mother. Together me and my mother watched television, read, danced, played games, you name it! It may have been stuff that seems boring and average but it is different when I’m doing it with my mother. When I’m with my mother everything becomes 20% cooler. My mother and I have some sort of emotional bond that makes living life even better than usual.

My doctors say that they are coming up with some sort of procedure that can possibly cure me! The stakes are very high but I will risk even my life to be like the normal ponies. My father did not seem very optimistic about the whole thing but if it’s a fifty percent chance of getting rid of me than he will take it. I try to hide the truth from myself but it is true, he is willing to get rid of me. My mother on the other hand was begging for me not to take the opportunity to become normal. My mother’s only dream was for me to be normal but, she can’t risk losing her daughter in the process. Despite her disbelief in the doctors, I will take up the offer. I can start a new life, become popular and well anything can happen!

Miss Cherilee and I have been communicating a lot more, well she will speak to me and I will write to her. My mother and Miss Cherilee speak a lot on their free time and the chat is usually about me. They do not get to talk often though because my father rarely lets my mother have free time or she can do anything against his will. As for me, I never had people to share my “free time” with; I will usually just sit on the couch and watch television or do chores for my father. I can consider right now being free time but I should be going to sleep right now according to my father’s rules, but breaking the rules of my father was never against my nature. I will break only some rules that he never seems to find out about, like staying up too late or coming directly home.

I think that should wrap up my entry for today, goodnight.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4
I write to you today at the hospital, it has been weeks since my mother’s death and I am going to fulfill her dream. I am having surgery to make me normal. I have a 50/50 chance of living today, and if I live I will start my new life just for my mom. Somewhere up in the heavens my mom loves and cares for me, and I will find love in this world for her. But that is not what I am here to write about; before I was left alone for the doctors my father confronted me.

He came up to me with tears in his eyes and I was confused. He walked up to me and gave me a big kiss on my forehead.
“I love you,” he said, “I had never realized it before this day but I always have. It took the chance of losing you for me to realize my love for you. When you exit this hospital we will start our new lives, for your mother. And if you do not survive, than I want you to know that I care about you, I love you.”
The doctors pulled him out of the room, I was tearing again, I never thought that he would ever say that to me. His love gave me strength and now, I am about to undergo the procedure.
Goodbye my friends for now, I will write to you as soon as possible. Ready to start my new life, wish me luck.

THE END

Chapter 3

This week has been horrible. I struggle to write to you today about what happened only because it is healthy to do so. I came home from school to find my father crying at the kitchen table, I walked up to him. He lifted his head up and told me my mother was in the hospital, I could not believe what I was hearing. I ran, I ran to the hospital with my father shouting behind me. When I arrived at the hospital I ran to the emergency room. The nurses tried to hold me from going into the room but my will was too strong to break. I ran to my mother, she was bleeding severely. Tears swept down my eyes when I saw her in this state. I did not hesitate to try to ask what happened I only came to show her that I care.
Before her death she told me this.
“My daughter, I want you to get that procedure. I want you to live a happy and amazing life. After the surgery you will leave home, stay with Miss Cheerilee. Never speak to your father again; I cannot die with the burden of you having to stay with him. I love you, and I will not be the only one. You are an amazing daughter and pony and you will find love in this world. Just remember, that even in the heavens I will look down at you and say I love you…I will always be there for y..y..y..”
Right then and there she died, in my arms. I broke down in tears, pushing away doctors and other ponies who tried to interact with me. I ran home and locked my door. She was the only person who had loved me, she was my source of inspiration in this world. And now shes gone, I love her with all my heart, and I will fulfill her dream. I will have a better life, for her.

Chapter 5

I awoke, fresh and relieved that the operation had been a success. The doctors told me the surgery was a success, and then I did something I could never do my whole life…. I said thank you. I walked out beaming with pride. I was skipping around town saying “hello” and “what’s up” to every pony who walked by me. When I got into my home my dad stood in front of the door, with his arms open for me and I ran in for a big hug. When I hugged him, I felt alive, I felt like my life was complete. My dreams have been chased, I was cured and in my father’s arms.

Together for the first time we watched television, we went out to the mall, and even got some cider at the apple’s ranch. When we were in town we spoke to Miss Cheerilee who was excited for me and was ready to help me step into a new life. My new life in which I can be normal and chase my dreams, like my mother intended me to do ever since I was born. Miss Cheerilee was skeptical at first of why I and my father were out in the town but he explained to her that he had made a big change in his life, for the better. After meeting with Miss Cheerilee we continued on into many public areas just to show off my improved communication skills.

I have had many great moments in my life and none of them consisted of my father. Today is where this all changed. It was dawn; we sat in the middle of a field watching the sun set when we met eye to eye.
When he said, “Dream Chaser, I was going through a hard part in my life, I could not stand the fact that I had settled down and I was angry about it. I wanted to live the life I once had but, it’s all over. I guess I could never come to terms with it but, I love you, I always have and I always will.”
I was never used to being able to reply, let alone reply to my father, but right then and there I felt like it was the appropriate time to speak. And so I spoke…
“I love you too daddy”
I never called him that, or at least never attempted to, but I felt the bond between me and him could never be stronger than at that moment of time.
I always loved him; I just needed to find that emotion. And I found it today.

Chapter 6

This morning I woke abruptly to loud noises coming from down stairs. As I walked down stairs to investigate, I saw my father and a friend taking shots at the kitchen table. I stared at him in disgust, I thought he had changed, I thought he was ready for a family. Once he saw me he must have been wasted and started throwing random insults at me that I toned out. I shed a single tear; I was in shock of what had happened. As I walked up the stairs I was thinking, and I knew what I had to do. I packed up my things and left home. My father was too drunk to notice I had left so I immediately took off to Miss Cheerilee’s home, once I arrived there I was completely soaked in tears from the long walk and knelt on both knees in front of her. I told her my mother was right, my father had no good in him.

Miss Cheerilee completely understood the situation and got me some hot chocolate and told me to relax. We both sat down next to each other in her cozy home and I gave her a big hug.
“Thank you Miss Cheerilee, I never want to go back home again! I want to stay here with you!” I said through my intense tears.
“I don’t know if I can take care of you, but I will try everything in my power to be at your side. You are a very special filly who deserves better than him.” She told me
“Go to sleep, we can sort this out in the morning” She instructed

I slept in her guest room; it felt nice and right for me. I just closed my eyes and fell asleep to the horrible thought that my father could not change, not even for me.

That morning my sober father came to the door asking for me. Accordingly I walked out of the room face to face with the man who lied to me and played with my heart.
“I’m so sorry…” he said struggling to find what to tell me
“No you are not!” I said with great anger “You just lied to me! I am going to stay with Miss Cheerilee! She is just like my mother, and she can actually support a child”
He stood at the door with a blank face; I had never raised my voice like that before. Miss Cheerilee respectfully led him out of the house since he knows now that he is absolutely nothing to me anymore.
So for now I stay at Miss Cheerilee’s home, she takes proper care of me and makes sure I get the proper education, just what my mother wanted. So my doctors told me that my life had been sorted out so I don’t need this diary anymore. They were right, I have Miss Cheerilee, my bully problem calmed down, and I am normal. I just want to educate Equestria about how cruel some are to ponies like me, and some day we should all respect each other, no matter what circumstance. Thank you for reading.

THE END