Burst

by fnord

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Slice of Life, Dark, Sad
Length: 487

The diary of Derpy's Mother, recounting the events of "Bubbles".

The diary of Derpy's Mother, recounting the events of "Bubbles".

Notice: This fic contains writing by a mentally unsound mother who committed abuse, attempted murder, and abandonment against her daughter. It is therefore a possible trigger, and if you think that reading it will upset you, please do not do so. I did not write "Bubbles" and therefore do not own it, although as it is not copyrighted and others have created fan works of the story without repercussions, I do not believe that this will be an issue.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-02 04:40:18 UTC

Chapter 1

A/N: There are many unusual spaces in this fic. You may wish to highlight them as you read.

Dear Diary --

We finally got Derpy in school today. It didn't last. The principal called just as I'd gotten home and taken my pills and I was starting to feel a little relaxed and that Celestia-damned little retard had to ruin everything after all the talking we did and paperwork and meetings and

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm calming down. I just I

I get so

upset

And we

tried

so

hard

and

i'm sorry

I'm sorry i shouldn't hate her because it's not her fault but i.  i.  i look at her and i start to cry and i don't know who i am anymore please Celestia help me help me help me pills oh Princesses where are the pills

She was taken out because she wasn't normal able to stay still and quiet when the class was supposed to be paying attention. Before they called, she wet herself and when I got there she was sitting in a puddle. When Color Splash got home, I sent her to bed and we talked about what we were going to do. There's only one school in town, and we can't afford to send her anywhere further away, and besides none would take her because she's retarded useless ruined my life stupid little w challenged. We've discussed homeschooling Celestia please help me why can't she just, but Splash and I have concluded that we're not qualified to do so. We're going to wait a year or two or a lifetime and see if she can deal with school after that. but she won't, she's too retarded, oh Celestia why me

Dear Di

celestia oh celestia i'm sorry i'm so sorry

i'm so sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

i can't take it any more

Dear Diary --

Splash and I have decided not to discuss the incident. I was acting under the influence of my illness and since I was not in my right mind I am therefore not accountable for any mistakes during that period. According to Splash, Derpy seems to be none the worse for wear, and he has advised that we should spend family time together when she comes back from the hospital. I've calculated that the bills for stomach pumping, IV, care and observation, etc. will take a year or so to fully pay off with Splash's current wages.  We've talked about my returning to work to shorten that time, but Splash is adamant that someone has to stay home and look after Derpy. Considering that I'm a tour guide and he works at the weather factory, it has to be me.

Dear Diary --

Splash is distraught. His boss has told him to take a few days off. He is coordinating with the police to see if she can be found.

i'm sorry Derpy