Darkness and Magic

After explaining everything to my sister about the ponies, she seemed to be just like me. Apparently, she had watched something else before she left school. She was never watching My Little Pony while she waited for us to leave. That seems obvious. She is a freshman in high school. What did you think she was, 8 years old?

Well, it's been around a week and a half since they've been here, and we have yet to find a way to bring them back to where they live. With magic being nonexistent in this world, it just makes it harder for them to replicate the portal they jumped through. I mean, it hasn't been that bad. I've been dealing with most of their antics over the last several days. One pony in particular though hasn't really talked to me as much as the other girls.

That pony was Rarity, which was weird. I began to think it was because I was... too weird for her. Which is weird to think I know, but hey, I couldn't think of any other reason. I decided to talk to her on the situation.

"Excuse me, Ms. Rarity," Yes, I added the honorific to her name. I do it as a sign of respect until I have their permission to call them by their name casually.

"Oh yes, what is it Mitchell darling?"

"I'm just wondering why you haven't talked to me like the other girls have. Do you not like me or something?" Rarity gasped as if she was flabbergasted by my assumption. I know the assumption was a little too much, but hey, I'm just giving her a possible reason.

"Oh heavens no. You are a wonderful human being Mitchell, it's just that I miss my old boutique. I just wish to sow something for someone. But how can I do so when I don't have the proper supplies...," Wait, that's why she hasn't talked to me. Wait, what does that have to do with me?

Actually, I know how I can help her with her problem, "Hey sis, come here for a sec!" I heard some soft footsteps as I turned around, I saw my little sister standing in front of me. A look of annoyance on her face.

"Bro, you interrupted my game. Can this wait?"

"Well, I just need the key to Mom's room," She looked at me, a worried look on her face.

"Bro, I know you miss her, but you need to stop grieving in her room. It's not your fault," Yeah, that's not the reason, but she just made my heart stop for a second. You don't know, and I don't expect any of you to know, but I know I'll get to it later in this journal entry...

"No, I just wish to fulfill Rarity's wish to sow something... you didn't need to bring... that up...," Instantly feeling regret for what she said, she brought me in for a hug.

"I'm sorry big bro... I'm so very sorry...," My sis and I had this relationship ever since our Mom's accident...

"It's fine, just let me have the key so I can show her Mom's sowing kit," She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a small key. She then gave it to me as she turned away, but not before giving me a small kiss on the cheek, "What was that for. You're not usually like this..."

She answered with a small, but sad smile on her face, "I hate seeing you sad. It's not who you are," She was somewhat right. I don't get sad a lot, and that's part of my personality, "Well, I have a game to get back to. See you tomorrow bro," She walked back into her room as I faced Rarity, whose face was almost exactly like my sisters.

"What's wrong?" She moved towards me, the look still on her face, but it looked like it was getting worse, "She talked about your mother. What happened to her?"

"I don't really like talking about in the open. Let's get inside my Mom's room so we can talk about in private...," Rarity nodded as I started to unlock the door. Once the door opened, I could feel myself lose all emotion. The memory of my mother is... emotionally draining. All I could do was just stare into nothingness. I could Rarity nuzzle the back of my leg which snapped me out of my trance, "Sorry Ms. Rarity, just thinking about my mom."

"You know, forget the sowing kit at the moment. I would like you to let out your feelings. I'm here for you Mitchell," It may be weird to let my feelings out to a pony, but I know how Rarity is, or rather the other girls as well would be the same when it comes to situations like these.

Even so, I was still rather... how you... hesitant to talk about this, "I don't know Ms. Rarity. Are you sure you would listen about my mom?"

"Of course Mitchell darling. Now take a seat, I'm here in case you need somepony to cry on," I'm still used to them speaking like that, but I didn't waste anymore time.

"Well, my sister and myself lived with our mother in this same house after our parents divorced. We would've preferred to live with our mother since our father was an alcoholic and a drug addict, so it was best for us to leave him."

"Oh dear, was it hard living with him when they were together?" I nodded my head.

"It was true, my dad would usually come home a drunken mess, and on occasion, take out his drunken anger out on me because he didn't believe in beating women. Even when he was drunk, he never hit my mom, or my sister. For me though, that was a whole different story. I would usually barely survive his beatings before my mother or sister would step in."

"Oh my, is that the reason your mother left. Surely I would have if it was me." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Who knows, that could be one of the reasons. But I know there were plenty of reasons for their divorce," I paused abruptly as I got to the point of... my mother's death.

Rarity could hear me get choked up, "Mitchell, I'm here for you darling. Please continue," I took a deep breath, and continued.

"Well, a few years after their divorce, we started receiving weird letters. It had no return address, but it kept saying one word: Run. We kept getting them for around 5 months until we went out to eat as a family. Our mom was just promoted to CEO of her company, and we were about to move into a much better life. Everything changed though when during our dinner, a man walked up to our table, and... shot our mother."

I choked up as I spoke those words. Seeing your mother murdered in cold blood is... something that doesn't escape your mind. I may not have realized it, but tears started to stream down my face, "How could someone just take someone who's life just... got back on track after a horrible past. It's... something that's not forgettable!" I couldn't control my emotions at that point. It was already late, and I just partially relived my mother's death.

I felt Rarity nuzzle me in an attempt to soothe me, "It's alright darling. Rarity is here for you. Not just me, but I'm pretty sure the others do as well, and your sister definitely has your back. It seems you two have a strong relationship," She's right, my sister and I do have a strong relationship. After our mother's death, I was left to take care of her. Our bond kind of grew over time.

"Anyway, do you still wish to sow, or?"

"I think you should get some sleep. You need some rest after this. Tomorrow... I'll check out your mother's sowing supplies," I somewhat respected her decision to allow my mind to rest after this roller coaster of emotions.

"Yeah, thank you for listening Ms. Rarity," Rarity chuckled for some sort of reason, "What's up?"

"It's you calling me Ms. Rarity. There's no need for honorifics with me Mitchell darling. We're friends, are we not?" I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, um, thanks... Rarity. I'm glad I had someone to talk to about this," Rarity smiled back as we walked out the room. For some reason, I felt attracted to her. Her looks seem to lure me in which is weird since she's a pony, "Rarity, you look amazingly beautiful. I just get lost in your looks."

I had no earthly idea why I said that, but that seemed to have caught Rarity off guard for she had a deep blush on her face as she chuckled nervously, "Oh my, um, Mitchell... I never expected you to say that, but thank you. I try my best to look divine."

"I see that, well, tell my sis I'll be going to bed. Good night Rarity," She nodded as she trotted her way towards my sister's room. I quickly closed my door, and took off my shirt. I turned on my light and looked at my abdomen. What was on it was the wound I got on the night of my mother's death. Not only did the man kill my mom, but he attempted to kill my sister. I jumped in front of the man before he could pull the trigger on her. As we struggled for the gun, he pulled the trigger and I was shot in the abdomen. The man was tackled down after I was shot by an off duty police officer outside the restaurant

I would've bled to death if a certified paramedic wasn't in the area. I was lucky enough for a paramedic then. I guess I'm just lucky I guess. I saw my door open causing me to jump sightly in shock. The that opened the door was Rarity. She stared at my scar, "Is that... a scar?"

I nodded hesitantly, "Yeah, it happened during the incident," She slowly moved towards me, and attempted to nuzzle it, but she was too far.

"Does it still hurt?" I shook my head.

"Not since it happened. I'm fine Rarity. I was just about to head off to bed."

"Oh, that's why I came in here...," She looked at me with her cheeks a light shade of pink, "I would like to sleep with you. Just in case you have a nightmare and need somepony... uh, gorgeous like me to comfort you," I chuckled at her request. I know it may be weird, but I feel like I need someone with me tonight. It may be weird sleeping with a pony, but what can you do.

"Very well then. I think I need a divine friend to lean on tonight."

"Great!" She went and hopped onto my bed. She moved under my sheets as she waited for me. As I finish this journal entry I tell you, I could get use to this life. But what's going to happen when they go back to Equestria? I don't know, let's just live this while we can.