I slowly open my eyes with a yawn. I rub at my eyes to help wake myself up.

"What time is it?" I ask with a groan.

I wait a few seconds for a reply but one never comes. I roll out of the bed and land on my feet with a thud. I look around the room and notice Scotaloo isn't here. I stretch and decide to check downstairs. I groggily shuffle through the rubble, down the corridor and then down the stairs. I look at the table in the living room in front of me and see Scootaloo and two other creatures that look a little bit like her but with different colours, one of them has a large pink bow on their head.

"Guys, This is Daniel. He's my roommate! He's also a new friend of mine." Scootaloo introduces me to the creatures at the table.

"He's.... Odd looking. Is he some sort of monkey?" A squeaky voice asks.

"He does kinda look like ah monkey." A high pitched southern voice agrees.

I stretch again and let out a yawn.

"He's what was making those noises when we where in the Everfree, remember the roaring?" Scootaloo asks.

"Yeah?" The squeaky voice asks.

"That was him. He was coughing, not roaring. Although it sure was scary when he was coughing." Scootaloo says with an awkward laugh.

"So, um. Scootaloo. Who are your friends?" I ask.

The two creatures look at eachother with a look of shock.

"This is Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. My best friends." Scootaloo smiles as she introduces them.

"Nice to meet you Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. My name's Daniel Isle." I say with a smile.

"Since when could monkeys talk?" Sweetie Belle asks with a confused look on her face.

"Ah don't quite know. They might've always been able to talk, we've just never actually seen one." Apple Bloom says with a look of contemplation.

"Anyway. Are you ready to hear what I had planned for today?" Scootaloo asks with an excited grin.

"What's that?" Her two friends both ask.

"We show Daniel here around the town. We can be Cutie Mark Tour Guides!" Scootaloo shouts in excitement.

"Yay! Cutie Mark Tour Guides!" Her friends shout.

I shake my head.

"Can I get a shower now? I still smell." I point out.

"Oh yeah! I forgot!" Scootaloo says with a giggle.

"Where's the shower?" I ask.

"It's in the bathroom over here." She says as she point to a corner of the room with a door in it. I head towards the door and open it.

Inside are dirty white tiles on the walls with black mold between the cracks. The ground is wooden, nothing covering, just plain unpainted wood. To my left is a clean shower, to my right is a clean sink with a purple toothbursh resting on it. I hear the front door open and close a few seconds after.

'They must've left to plan out a route.' I think to myself.

I start to get undressed, starting with my shoes and socks, placing them next to each other on the floor next to the door. I stop and check if there is a towel nearby, luckily for me, there was a white towel hanging from the back of the door. I continue getting undressed. I unbutton my jeans and slide them down my legs, I then take off my boxers and place them and the jeans in a pile on top of my shoes and socks. I step into the shower and turn it on. Cold water splashes against my body. I sigh then look to my right out of the shower and back out into the bathroom. In the middle of the bathroom stands the copy of me that had the scrap of paper that reminded me of my name. This time though instead of a smile, he has tears slowly dripping from his eyes. He steps towards me and holds out a piece of paper. I grab it excited to learn what I'll be remembering again. I open it with shaky hands.

DEPRESSION.

The copy looks at me and shakes it's head as a tear falls from his cheek and hits the ground. My vision turns black for a second.

I'm stood in a bedroom of some sorts. I look around me to try to get an understanding of where I am. I try to move my arms only to realise I'm tied to something. I look behind me to see that I'm tied to a bedpost. My bedpost. I look in front of me and see a man half naked with a gagged, crying and naked woman laying on her stomach.

"LINDA!" I try to shout but all that comes out is a muffled shout.

He then looks at me, then at the woman. I can see him smile at her. He grabs her by the hips and lifts her up so that she's on her hands and knees.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!" I shout with all my lungs but once again all that comes out is a muffled noise.

He chuckles as he grabs his penis and lines it up with the womans vagina. The woman starts to scream and starts to claw at the ground. Anything she can do to get away from him. But he doesn't stop. He rams his dick into her vagina. She screams louder. Tears start to flow from her eyes as she kicks and claws at anything she can grab. I clinch my eyes shut as tears start to fall from my eyes. He continues to rape her. No matter how much she screamed he never stopped. I tried my hardest to help, my wrists turning red and raw from being rubbed against rope as I tried to escape. The man starts to grunt more and more as the rape goes on. After what felt like hours he starts to thrust faster. He starts to grin. He looks at me and stares into my eyes. With one last thrust he cums inside of the woman. My wife. I try harder then before to break free. Anything I can do to get to him and make him pay. In the end all I do is break my wrists as I try to pull them through the rope.

"Daddy? Mommy?" The voice of a little girl asks from the doorway. "Who are you? What are you doing to Mommy?"

The man looks at me and chuckles. He pulls a gun out. In that instant time slowed down for me. He aimed the gun at the little girls head. My little girls head. My three year old girls head. I scream into the gag but all it does is make him laugh.

*BANG*

I close my eyes and scream into the gag. Over and over again until I can't scream anymore.

*BANG*

I can't stop screaming. It's starting to hurt to make any noise but I continue screaming anyway. I never stop trying to break free of the rope.

"The name's James. Don't forget it. Just to make sure you won't I'll give you a little gift." The mans voice says with a snicker.

I open my eyes and see him pick up the body of my three year old daughter up.

"Don't you dare." I tried to cry.

He grins at me, before starting to undress her.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!" I try to scream as spit fills my mouth.

He lines his penis up with her vagina. I close my eyes. I can't stand to watch. He was there for another hour. Just. Just raping and killing them both. I couldn't do a thing. I couldn't even scream. I. Could. Do. Nothing.

I open my eyes and I'm back in the shower at Scootaloo's house. Tears start to flow from my eyes and my legs start to feel weak. I fall to my knees with a loud thud. I can't help but cry. I even start to wail.

"Why?" I wail into the ceiling above me.

Author's Note

This chapter is dark I know but not everything in this story is happy. Sometimes people's lives can be filled with horrific moments in their life. Once again as the past chapters have said " What do you think? Once again tell me what you enjoyed and what I need to work on. It'll help me with this story if I know what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong."