Author's Note

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Lesson 5: Don't write like this. This is... 2013?

Why Even Live? (Teen)

You sigh and look at your computer screen, gently caressing it's soft glow.

"What's the point anymore?" you ask yourself.

Just ask you asked yourself every day. It's... enough. You look to the bottle of anti-depressants that you were prescribed. It would be just like falling asleep. You sigh and roll the bottle in your hand.

"WAIT!"

The door to your bedroom door bashes open. Standing directly in front of you, frantic and panting, was Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.

"Don't make a mistake you can't undo..." she pleads. "I'm not worth it."

You stare at her, unsure of why a colored pasten princess suddenly entered your bedroom.

"You... you're real? B-but, how?"

She shakes her head.

"That's not important. What is, is that you don't do... what you think you want to do."

You look down at the bottle.

"It gets better, Anon. I promise."

"Then.. why can't I have you..." you ask quietly.

She walks up to you and places a hoof on your face.

"You know I'm married, Anon."

"But, all the good ones are taken... It's not fair." you answer.

She snickers.

"There's somepony out there for you, Anon. There are many someponies that you could share your heart with. You'll find them one day. Nopony knows what will happen tomorrow, which is why you have to trudge through and keep your eyes open."

You feel your body begin to slump.

"I'm serious, Anon. You have to keep your eyes open."

The grip on your hand begins to weaken as the empty bottle rolls out of your hand.

"Anon? Say something. Speak to me!"

"I'm sorry," you whisper.

Cadance leans over to your desk and grabs your phone and places it in your hand.

"Open it. Turn it on."

You focus all your strength into your hand as you unlock your smart phone.

It opens to a sent text, saying "I love you, Mom and Dad."

"Dial the emergency number." Cadance says.

You whisper another apology as you dial out 9-1-1. The phone rings gently.

"9-1-1 What is your emergency?" says the other side of the phone.

"Yes, I'd like to report a suicide attempt..."

Your eyelids gently close as the world fades to black.

The dull hum of overhead florescent lights is the first thing you hear. Then, the sobbing of a woman. Someone you recognized. Mom? Is that Mom? Why is Mom crying? You try to move, but your whole body hurts and your abdomen is writhing in pain. Slowly, your eyes open and you glance around the room. "Mom? Dad?"

"You're lucky son, we arrived just in time," the doctor said as he wrote your notes for release. "If it weren't for that woman who called, you wouldn't be here right now.

He hands you a piece of paper referring you to a well known and high priced therapist.

"Who?" you ask.

"You don't know?" he asks questioningly. "We were hoping you knew. There wasn't anyone on scene when we got there, and all of your doors were locked."

You looked from him to the paper.

"I have a feeling."

It took awhile for your concerned family to leave you alone and try to sleep in peace. You sighed and rolled in bed restlessly. How? Was it real? Was it a hallucination?

"Thank goodness you're awake..." says a familiar feminine voice.

You shoot up in bed, and sitting on the floor beside you, is the familiar pink princess.

"How did you do that?"

"I told you I was real," she said with a smile.

"But how are you real?" you ask.

"Explaining it would take more time than I have left... I only have three days, and this is the end of the second day, Anon."

"How do you know my name?" you ask.

"I saw this in a dream, sweetie. The princesses have premonitions," she says softly.

You look from the bed to her again in guilt.

"I fucked up."

She wraps her hooves around you and makes her way onto the bed.

"It's okay..." she says.

"Now what do I do?" you ask

"You have to learn to live for yourself, Anon. Not for somepony else. Once you love yourself, then you can truely be happy."

You look to her with a confused look.

"Love... myself?"

She smiles and nods at you.

"Whoever said love had to be romance, Anon?"

"I suppose you're right...." you answer. "So, how do I do that?"

"It's going to be hard at first, but you will have to try to find something about yourself that you love every day. Then, change the things you don't love about myself. It's as easy as that."

You sigh and look down to your hands.

"Why?"

"Because you deserve to be happy, Anon."

You remain silent, staring at your hands. A hoof presses against your cheek and pulls your eyes to meet hers.

"If not for yourself, will you do it for me?" she asks.

Your heart skips a beat as your lips purse.

"Y-yeah," you whisper.

She smiles and looks at you lovingly.

"Good."

She closes the distance and you can feel her lips press against yours. You sit up in bed instantly, gasping for breath in a cold sweat. Bringing a finger to your lips, you remember what it felt like. Was it a dream? You look to the empty bottle of pills, still sitting on your floor. Rising from your bed, you move to your mirror and get a good look at yourself.

You take a deep breath while examining the intricacies of your face for some form of answer. Look at this pathetic sack of shit. What's the point? Why even live? You look to the floor and remember her words.

"Do it for me."

Looking back into the mirror with determination, you look directly into your own eyes.

"I am a cool person."

You stand up straighter and don't break the staring contest.

"I. Am. A. Cool. Person." you say to your reflection.

A small smile forms on your lips. You look to your computer screen, where a picture of Cadance is still softly glowing on your screen. With a gentle nod, you head out of your bedroom, ready to start over.