Silent: Windy Chyme's Story

by Phoenix Heart 27

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Profanity, Violence, Death, Sad, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance
Length: 19347

Somehow, a little filly can't always speak her mind. Sometimes, she just has to remain....silent

Wind Chyme was a pretty young filly. Always did her best in school and with what few friends she had. Sometimes she'd show up looking worse for wear. Some days she'd have to make up excuses as to why she looked bad. That is, until she got home...at home...she's....silent.

Published 2018-06-04 00:20:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-07-26 18:30:54 UTC

Entry #004

Dear Diary,

I’m scared. Daddy just had to rush mama to the hospital. She was fine a while ago! We was just out on the terrace watering the flower boxes when all of a sudden, she just collaspes (sorry, still working on that word). I had to find mama’s cell phone to call daddy. He wasn’t happy that I called him while he was working, but when I told him mama wasn’t waking up, he stopped whatever he was doing and came home and took her to the hospital. After he took her to the hospital, he came back home. That’s when things got….really bad...I tried to explain to him that I don’t know why mama fell on the terrace! I really did, but he wouldn’t listen. Just kept yelling and--and hitting me. Saying it was my fault that she was in the hospital. I...I don’t know why he thought that. Anyways, now I’m in the bathroom trying to heal myself. My back left hoof hurts. My right wing is bruised. My eye is swollen and I’m sure I lost a tooth or two.

Update: Daddy went back to the hospital like nothing was wrong. He left me here again. I haven't eaten yet, though I’m sure I’ll manage. Also, I just realized I never remember to space my paragraphs in you, Diary. Sorry about that! Anyways, I’m probably gonna make a sandwich and chips for my dinner. If we got any soda, that’ll work too. I know it’s not the “healthiest” of stuff, but it’s all I got for now. So to sum it up, I’m sore. I’m hungry. I’m scared. Pray for me diary.
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 6)

P.S.: Dad’s gonna be gone for a while...I think my neighbor can let me crash at her place for a bit.

Entry #006

Dear Diary,

Well you’ll be grateful to know that my writing has improved greatly over the past few months. I hardly make any mistakes anymore. Yay! While that’s good, however….the home situation…..hasn’t improved at all. In fact it’s gotten worse. Mama’s still in the hospital and she seems to be getting worse each time I see her. Sometimes I go with daddy. Sometimes with aunt Twister. Though a lot of the time I go alone or with Stormy. Geez, this sounds like a lot for a 1st grader to go through (and yes, in the time since we last wrote, I’ve graduated to the 1st grade. Super proud and when mama heard, she hugged me super tight and told me she was so proud of me too). Dad has been home more, but sometimes I wish he wasn’t. In between the completely unnecessary chores that he claims I need to do. Now I want to clear something up right now diary, a majority of my days at home are spent trying to keep myself and (when he is here) dad safe and clean. I’ve learned how to wash dishes. How to vacuum. How to wash clothes (at the laundromat) and how to clean a bathroom.

I’ve seen a lot of fights at school lately and I even got caught up in a riot! It was horrible! Stormy and I barely got out of there with minor bumps and bruises. Of course, that would’ve been on a day that dad would actually be at home before me on a school day! So regardless of my being late, I ended up with a briused shoulder and my writing hoof is sprained (which is why my writing is sloppy as I’m using my left front hoof to write this). There was a test in science today that I passed (I was the only one to do so) with a 100%. Sweet! During recess two colts and a filly came up to me and started calling me names. Nasty names. Names that if I said them in front of dad or mom, then they’d tan my hide. So of course, since I was already having a crappy day (see diary, I can write these words in you because you won’t judge me) they decide to literally add injury to insult by pushing me off my swing and into the woodchipped playscape. I only scratched my elbow but was otherwise fine. Now what I did as payback was what surprised both me and my dad. I turned around and reared up high only to sock the biggest of them in the nose. It was funny to see him bleed as he held his muzzle and cried. I didn't even get in trouble because the teachers’ aid who was out there with us saw everything. Claimed it as self-defence and told the teacher he did. It felt really good to hurt them and when I told dad, at first he looked mad, but when I told him what I did and how I didn't get in trouble, he looked glad. Well I guess he was really happy that I did that because he told me to pack a duffel bag and come with him to the gym. I dunno why but, this is the first time he’s taken me somewhere and I wasn’t scared in months. Wish me luck diary. Oh and just so you don’t get lonely, I’m leaving you under my bed with Bubby.

Love,
Wind Chyme (age 6 and ½)

P.S.: I don’t know why ponies complain about carts. They’re perfectly safe! I swear.

Entry #007

Dear Diary,

Today sucks. Mama died. She died coughing n’ wheezing. For one moment, when she wasn’t coughing or struggling for breath, she pulled me close and said to me: “Little Filly, you grow. You grow up to be the most beautiful, kind and intelligent mare you can be. I won’t be here much longer so I need you to promise me Windy that you’ll always try your hardest. Never. Give. Up. I love you my little one”. After she let me go, daddy pulled me close and hugged me as she took her last breaths. It was sunny out too. Now it’s nighttime and raining and I’m sitting here watching tv with daddy while aunt Twister’s puttin baby Storm Streamer to bed. Sorry this entry is so short (and that you now have to dry because I been cryin’ onto your pages). I’m not in the mood to say no more. Goodnight.
Love,
Windy Nichole Chyme (age 6 and ¾)

P.S.: Bubby has to get patched up. Maybe Auntie Twister can help me fix him. My special little guy...

Entry #008

Dear Diary,

Of all the things! So you’ll never believe this, but I got my cutie-mark recently. Normally this would be awesome, but as to what it is and why well….that’s something else entirely! It’s a pair of boxing gloves and a quill. Now that sounds cool right? But guess what it means. Two things actually: I am a very creative writer and I’m a boxing prodigy. I know what you might be thinking and yes, Stormy was just as confused by it as I was. Apparently in two days the following story occured.

Okay so remember when I told you about when dad took me to the gym? Well...apparently he took me there to teach me how to box. Now something you should know about my dad is that despite his name being Breeze, his cutie-mark is that of a red and blue boxing ring. Now I must have been inspired by his teachings because a month later, I was asked to write a report on “Something That You’ve Done that was Good”. In that--very detailed report, I went on and explained how I was gettin’ bullied and the day I finally stood up for myself and fought back. I wrote how daddy first took me to the gym and how I felt when I first put on those boxing gloves. How my first sparring match went. It was all so...so…(big word for the day) exhilarating (which means feeling really happy)! Guess what? I got an “A+”!! I tried to show daddy the paper, but he had went to work again. So, I showed my neighbor, old Mrs. Brownstone. She was so happy, that her and her grown daughter who’s a lot older than me (maybe the same age as my cousin Angie), went and took me and two friends out to eat. That was fun, but I was sad that my dad wasn’t able to see my paper. He could’ve at least left a note saying he was gonna be gone this time! He normally does! I swear that just burns my biscuits! You’d think I’d be over that. Oh how wrong you’d be. I guess he’ll see later. I gotta go now, Stormy wants to show me something.
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 7)

P.S.: We did in fact, fix Bubby. He’s recovering in my “toy hospital” (a.k.a my shelf above my dresser.) in my room.

Entry #009

Dear Diary,

I’m in so much pain! My back left hoof is cracked and bleeding. My wing has healed over a large period of weeks, but it too still throbs with pain. Yet this pain pales in comparison to the pain in my back. It’s like somepony dropped a chair on me. Oh. Wait that’s exactly what happened to me. Take a wild guess as to who that somepony was who threw the hard, wooden chair at my back. He’s been a lot worse lately. He calls me horrible things. When he does come home, he reeks of alcohol. Then...well then I hide. Sometimes he can’t find me if I hide under the terrace (takes a lot of wing power for me to stay under there for an hour or two). Most of the time he finds me. Then he’ll scream at me. Hit me. Tell me it’s my fault that mama died! Newsflash: HOW WOULD I HAVE KNOWN SHE’D DIE OF CANCER?!? And yes, my science class has been on the topic of diseases and our current unit is Cancer. I now know what kind my mama died from. Apparently she didn’t know she was even sick with it until too late. It’s a very rare one, especially in ponies between 0-60 years old. Even many unicorn doctors can’t figure it out. I miss my mama everyday. She….she told me to stay strong and do my best. I’m trying diary! I really am trying! Dad got rid of a lot of my toys. I still have my dollhouse and dolls. I still have Bubby and a few other stuffed animals. That’s really it. I’ve figured out how to use the microwave and the stove. All by myself too! So I can at least feed myself when he’s not here. Yet, that’s the main reason I’m in pain right now. We ran out of food last week. I’m SOOOO hungry!!

Diary, I’m gonna try and be positive for a second. Now that I got the bad stuff out the way, here’s some good stuff. Storm Streamer just turned 1 year old recently. Yay! He’s a yearling! They’re so much fun to teach and play with! Okay...uuuhhh...oh! I made a new friend recently at school. His name is Lightning Zap. He’s a Pegasus like me and he just transferred to my class 2 weeks ago. He’s the best (just don’t tell Stormy, or she’ll have my blood for a snack! Just kidding. But seriously, she will get mad). He likes skateboarding and drawing like me. His fur is light coffee brown. He has amethyst (which is a shade of purple) eyes and a black mane and tail with a gold highlight in both. He has his cutie-mark of a race cart with wings. He’s super sweet, but well...he’s recently become Stormy and mine’s partner-in-crime. It honestly started out as harmless pranks! Then it snowballed into stealing from the bullies that torment our playground. Don’t worry diary, we have NEVER gotten caught. It’s funny to see them frantically search for their stuff and we’ve either eaten it or hidden it good. Yeah diary, I can be bad if I wanna. Though I heard from a couple of 3rd graders that they’ve seen how my dad acts and therefore they think “oh she must be a little punk! Weak little filly!”, believe me, once I knock one of them out with one hoof and both wings tied behind my back, they’ll think twice. Sorry! Venting again. I am apparently very vicious when starving. Anyways, I guess I’ll go scavenge the alleys for some food again. Once again, wish me luck diary.
Love,
(a very hangry) Wind Chyme (age 7)

P.S.: Dad said I can bring my boxing duffel with me for show-and-tell next week. That’s cool.

Entry #011

Dear Diary,

Summer has been, in a word: Heck! There! I said it and am thankful no grown pony will EVER read that! Dad’s been M.I.A for almost a month. This is the longest I’ve been left on my own. I know now why he was extra nice to me when I got out of school. Foal Protective Services had gotten wind of a potential case here at home and dad had to cover his tracks. As in: Making the house spotless, but also making it look like a foal lives there too. Making himself look like a “model” single parent. Plus the rep from FPS came while I was at school so, no statement or evidence of abuse. Smart moves for a criminal. Anyways, Stormy, Lightning and I were having a great time until Stormy told me her family was going on vacation and she couldn't bring a friend. That sucked. So it’s just been me and Lightning roaming around. Doing what we pleased.

We’ve spent most of our mornings at the skate park near my apartment building. Then for afternoon, we’d head to an actual park and play around. I even went to his house! His house is a lot bigger than our tiny apartment. We even went swimming (okay, he swam and I floated on a raft because I can’t swim)! At one point, he asked me if we could hang at my house. Now diary, we both know why I had to say no! Reason #1: My house, while not a mess, is really a small apartment. Reason#2: I didn't have any food there (ya know, in case either of us got hungry). Reason #3 (this one’s the most important one): I didn't want him there in case dad came back. That last one really had me on edge.

Anyways, so in the time span between our last encounter diary, I’ve had another birthday. Yeeaaahhh I did nothing to “celebrate” it truly. I mean...well when “I” told Lightning it was my birthday (and by “I told” I really mean Stormy blabbed it when we got to the park before she left for her vacation. Leaving me to cover my tail). So what does he do? He decides to help me celebrate it by taking me to a cart derby in Cloudsdale. I know what you might be thinking diary, but Cloudsdale is currently floating near Detrot in these summer months. It was kinda sweet of him to do. However, I neglected to remember that I hadn’t eaten anything in about a week at that point. I simply wrote off his offers of food as “oh! No need for that. I’m okay! Really, I am!” However, he was persistent (another big word for today diary) and we did end up going to a nearby café and we split two carrot dogs and hay fries. We even got a milkshake on the house (I think the waiter thought we were on a date! Absolute ewww!!). Later on, he surprised me with a new helmet for my skateboard! It looks awesome by the way.

Okay so, all of this was a few weeks ago. I just wanted to update you on all that’s been happening. Right now, I’m at “Auntie” Harley’s place and she’s making spaghetti and seasoned broccoli bites. Gotta go now. She just called me ‘round for dinner. Goodnight for now, diary!
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 8)

P.S.: I gotta make sure I go to the laundromat soon. Running low on clean cloths.

Entry #012

Dear Diary,

My entire body feels like it’s completely numb! I was at the gym again when suddenly it starts. At first it was in my back hooves, then it quickly spread throughout my body. Pretty soon my entire body...kinda….well...okay. I passed out. When I woke up, I was in the med bay at the gym with my trainer, Stormy and to my surprise--my dad. While my dad and the nurse told me that I was just dehydrated, the doctor told a different story. According to him, my body was in the beginning stages of...basically breaking the stomach down slowly. To make it all make more sense to me, the doctor described it as like a black hole in my tummy. When nothing goes in for a long period of time, the hole begins to collapse (see? Finally got that word right) in on itself. When asked how something like this happened, my dad, being the “best” liar that he is told them that bits had been tight as of lately and we simply couldn't afford much food. Well that worked as well as one could think, because the doctor and nurse bought that story. Anyways, after that dad and I ended up dropping Stormy back off at her place then went back to the apartment.

This was two days ago and I still feel numb! This can’t be good. Also, not to alarm you too much but I recently took a slightly longer look at myself in a large mirror. I didn’t really notice how my ribs kinda poke out of my skin. They’re slightly visible under my fur. I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure that’s not supposed to happen. I guess I’ve been ignoring my body’s need for food for longer than I thought. Yet it’s not entirely my fault! Had I not had to scavenge for my food for the past many months, I wouldn't have almost starved to death. Had my dad been here to provide me with food on more than ‘whenever he feels like it’, we wouldn't have had the argument we did that night! Then I wouldn't be sitting here in my bed, squinting through one eye and mouth writing because my hoof is broken--again! I guess I’ll stop writing for now and just head to bed. Gotta get rest for school.
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 8)

P.S.: I don’t know how I’m gonna explain the broken hoof and black eye to my teacher tomorrow. Maybe she’ll believe I had a skateboarding "accident"? I hope to Faust she believes that!

Entry #013

Dear Diary,

Today was such a crazy day! For starters, it's Hearts and Hooves Day. The most insane day of the year it appears. I really don’t get it! Maybe it’s because I’ve never really been interested in...well…”grown-up” love? Maybe I’m still sore over last year when some dumb colt thought it’d be so funny as to give me a dirt pie as a gift (to note: I was completely grossed out by that). An act, that ended up with him having a concussion and me being suspended for 2 days. Anyways, that was last year and now...well...today was odd in that I not only got cards and candy from colts and other fillies, but I also got one “special” card from a filly from another class. That part creeped me out a bit, but I nevertheless accepted it (however uneasy I was). Don’t get me wrong! I’m sure she’s a nice filly, it’s just that...well it felt a bit awkward for me. Of course I gave out cards and I brought some store-bought candy from the market to school to pass out like everypony else. However, Stormy gave a colt in our class a whole cake! Plus a really nice card. They took it back to the front office til the end of the day (Stormy told me this by the way). So that was school.

Lightning said he had a surprise for “his two favorite fillies” (that obviously being myself and Stormy). You know what he did? He managed to sneak the three of us into a ‘PG-13' movie! Complete with popcorn and snacks! We saw “Justice Herd pt.2”. It was...honestly somehow slightly better than pt. 1. Afterwards we had to go home and Stormy bailed on us as soon as she saw the time (because she was late, I swear I’ve never seen that filly fly so fast ever). So it was just me and Lightning. Thank Faust he only lives 2 blocks from my apartment building. So he walked me home. When I got to the stoop however, that’s when something I didn't expect to happen happened. He told me goodnight and then...he kissed me! Okay so it was a small kiss on the cheek (like something I’d give my [hopelessly confused] grandmare), but it still counted! By Celestia’s Sunrays, I still can’t believe that! However, I think it was just a friendly thing (oh how I hope to be wrong someday).

Anyways, when I got home, that’s when the strangeness continued. For one, my dad was home. Now I should note that I haven't seen him since New Year's Day--which was about a month ago (okay now that is the longest he’s ever left me here alone). Not only that, but the apartment was cleaned spotless, we actually had food in the fridge (which I haven’t seen our fridge full in waaaayyy too long) and dad actually looked happy. Now that last thing, that immediately tipped me off as to there's something wrong here. Well turns out, he had “company” over himself and he wanted to make a good impression on her. Now it’s truly none of my business as to what he was planning, but I went along with it. I mean, she seemed “nice” I guess. Honestly diary, the entire evening was crazy awkward! After dinner, dad insisted we spend some time together, so we ended up going to the gym with “her” tagging along. Let’s just say...I don’t regret knocking my dad out for a full minute. In fact, I actually felt relief when he was unconscious!

Okay so that was what happened when I got home and the gym. I’m currently in the process of repairing an old toy that I was gonna donate. However, think I’m gonna take a break from that til’ morning as well as stop writing because my hoof is starting to hurt.
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 8 and ½)

P.S.: Tomorrow’s Bubby’s birthday! I gotta make sure his present is all wrapped up!

Entry #014

Author's Note

Damn! This is the longest entry yet! Enjoy!

Entry #014

Dear Diary,

Okay….this is gonna sound strange, especially from me but...well….and I can’t believe I’m about to admit this...I miss my dad. There I said it! Now excuse me while I go wash my mouth out from saying that.

Okay I’m back. So you’re probably wondering why I said that. Well...I honestly don’t know. Why did I say that (err, write that)? Maybe….maybe a small part of me deep deep down inside still clings onto that tiny piece of hope that he’ll snap out of his horrible ways. Hey, a filly can hope right? I suppose a small bit of longing for parental stability (see? Yet another big word of the day! I’m getting good at these larger words) still remains in my mind. Yet I so don’t have time for that. Right now I’m
...currently sitting in the back of a police cart headed towards the police station. When Aunt Twister or “Auntie” Harley find out, my hide is as good as tanned! Lemme tell ya how this all started…

Alright, so it was after school and neither Lightning nor Stormy were at school today. I was already having a crappy day and the bullies weren't making things better (you’d be surprised how cruel a bunch of 4th graders could be). Now it should be noted that I made a silent vow to myself so as to NOT get into as many fights as last year. A feat that I have pretty much kept up for a while until today that is. I didn’t want to, but well...that dumb colt shouldn't have put glue on my desk chair. So not only did I get detention, but I was in it with the colt who did it (by the way, his name is Wave Rider. He’s an Earth Pony). So we spent an hour writing 100 lines of “I will not fight in class” or...in his case “I will not put glue on another student’s seat”. It sucked however, we did get to learn more about one another. I told him how I basically live alone. He told me how he works with a gang of slightly older colts and fillies and how he can get whatever he wants and all for free. At first, it sounded too good to be true! Then I had time to think it over in my head before asking about when he’d next meet his friends. He told me and I quote “right now actually!” as he opened a window and I didn’t hesitate to ditch detention with him. Besides, we were done early anyways so the teacher probably would’ve assumed we left.

So he lead me to where his friends hung out at and you won’t believe who I saw amongst that group of ponies! Of all ponies, I was shocked to see Lightning Zap! He seemed to be equally shocked to see me with one of his ponies. After the initial (again, big word! I’m on a roll today diary!) shock wore off the two of them showed me around their hideout. That’s when I noticed the hoard. It kinda reminded me of a dragon’s hoard in his lair. Lots of likely stolen goods. Clothes, jewels, food, toys, videogames, electronics, etc. Though the most prominent thing was bits. A lot of bits. More than I’ve ever seen in my life! Now I know what your thinking ‘how could you even consider joining them!' Well...it was after the leader’s girlfriend offered me a real meal and some proper clothes (two things I haven't seen since I was 6 and 8 respectively). I think she saw how incredibly thin I was and how dirty I must’ve looked and took pity on me. I learned her name is Dusty Hooves and despite her looks, she’s only 15. Honestly, she seems nice. Her boyfriend on the other hoof, well...after a brief interrogation on my part and an assessment of my skills (he asked me my name and what my special talent was. I told him boxing and writing and that seemed to put him in a more relaxed but intrigued mood), he asked me to show him my stuff. I did not expect him to shove some old boxing gloves in my hooves and put me against the biggest teenager I’ve ever seen! Of course I got cocky and quickly put that mountain of a colt in his place with some lightning fast shots to his torso and a pretty hefty uppercut to his jaw that knocked him out. Apparently that got Quick Draw’s attention (that’s the leader's name diary, keep up!) because before I knew it he put 3 more huge, beefy colts in front of me as sort of an “initiation” I guess. I got out of that with very little injury. Believe me, you should’ve seen the 4 of them. They looked waaay worse after I was done with them. I guess that did it because next thing I know, I’m a junior member. Just like Lightning and Wave.

So onto how I got in the cart. Well...that was a test to see if I was truly cut out for this life. We hit up like 4 convenience stores. If I wanted it, I took it. Though I had to be incognito about it. Which was easy because a thin, half-starved lookin’ filly “browsing” didn’t bring up suspicion at all! Soooo...somehow, in our “liberation” (a word that I still don’t know and when I asked Dusty, she simply smiled and said “don’t worry about it kid”.) one of those times, the shopkeep caught one of us and called the cops. They came. We split. Two of ‘em caught me and I fought back. Hence why I’m in the back of a police cart now! We pullin’ up and this was really hard to mouth write (duh! I’m cuffed!). Wish me luck diary!
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 9)

P.S.: Of all the ponies to see me here, I really hope dad isn’t the one who comes. Otherwise I’m as good as dead!

Entry #015 (End of 1st Diary)

Dear Diary,
Please don’t be upset with me for actually losing you in my house and not being able to find you until yesterday! I am SO SUPER sorry for that! Hey! I just realized something, you’re starting to get full. I might just have to retire you soon. Don’t worry, you’ll always be in my heart and with me (because I’ll remain to keep you in a safe space...maybe a shoe box or my toy chest) no matter what. Okay so now I shall update you on the happenings (more like the highlights/lowlights) of the past year…

10.) My dad’s been home more. That’s both a “good” thing and a very bad thing. It's good because that keeps FPS “off our backs” (his words, not mine). The bad part is….well...he’s here. Meaning I either get ignored in favor of the tv and beer or, when he does decide to pay me any attention, it’s always negative. However, I have began to completely ignore him or fight back as best as possible whenever we do get into it. However...I’m not quite big enough.

9.) Food? Hahaha! Yeah…..that’s been a lot better! Guess what? My ribs no longer show through my skin and fur anymore! Due to my sprees with my gang, I’ve been feeding myself through any means necessary. I may not be a large pony...in fact I’m considerably small for a filly my age (guess the malnourishment [again, big word for the day there diary] slightly paused my growth), that doesn't mean I can’t take care of myself!

8.) I’ve taken up flight classes in school. Because I’m now in 5th grade, it’s required for all Pegasus students to take a flight class in replacement for our usual P.E. class. It’s a thing that my school recently came up with to better in tune the skill sets of the 3 races. Pegasi get flight class, Unicorns get Magic 102 and Earth Ponies get Home Economics (okay that one may be specifically for Earth Ponies, but Pegasi and Unicorns can take that one as an elective along with safety patrol).

7.) Stormy got her Cutie-mark recently! It’s a storm cloud partially hiding a crescent moon. I “got” her a special B.F.Fs matching necklace set. I have the other half. Believe me, she asked me where I got it from and I simply smiled and told her “don’t ask questions and just be happy!” She was happy...until she wasn’t. That would bring me to number 6.

6.) Stormy found out about me joining the Detrot Diamond Dogs. I guess she’d been suspicious of my recent bowing out of outings due to me having to complete a “task” for leader (his name may be Quick Draw, but all lower ranking members refer to him as “Leader” and I’m still a low ranking member, but rising quickly) and decided to follow me and Lightning one day. That’s how we both ended up explaining ourselves. Also, I’ve come to realize that I get a real thrill out of beating the shit out of a hapless pony for some bits.

5.) Dad somehow made me so pissed that I actually lunged for his throat and bit him hard. The reason: he tried to throw away Bubby! I’ve had Bubby since I was a new foal! He’s been with me ever since. He’s seen me at my best. At my worst. At my most broken as well. Dad’s reasoning was and I quote, “You’re too old to be sleeping with stupid stuffed animals! Grow up and get rid of this mangy thing!”. You can imagine the number he did on me after that, but at least I still have my Bubby.

4.) I’ve going to visit Mama a lot more. I try to go to the cemetery at least once a month. Ya know? To like talk to her. Update her on life and stuff.

3.) During the summer last year, I finally got up the nerve and asked my older cousin Angel about what my dad’s job was (because he works with him). Apparently my suspicions were correct diary. He is apart of one of the most vicious gangs east of Vanhoover: The Dragon Shields. They’ve committed every crime imaginable save from stealing from/outright murdering a princess (they wouldn't be that suicidal). My dad is lead bodyguard of that gang and it appears that “uncle Jojo” is the leader's right-hoof stallion. So...yeah...that was mind blowing and I did confront my dad on that one on a day when he was lucid enough to actually care about me. The only reason I brought it up is because he was the one who picked me up from the police station. I was so scared that he’d be furious that I actually wet myself (as embarrassing as that was since I hadn’t done that since I was 2) out of fear.

2.) There is a literal war between the Elementary, Middle and High School that had lasted from last school year (4th grade for me) to current (I’m in 5th grade now diary, do try to keep up!). All lower-ranking members of the Detrot Diamond Dogs were required to be informants and to “take out” anypony who we saw as a threat to our info. Which means I’ve had to fracture a few necks, beat a few ponies unconscious, bribe a few teachers/staff members all to get what I needed. Was awesome! I’ve never had so much power and so much restriction (No Killing. That was the only rule Quick Draw had for the 8 of us)!

1.) Lightning finally grew a pair and asked me out on an actual date. I know! Surprised the hell out of me too!

Well, that’s it for you little diary! As I write on your final page, let me tell you that you have been my greatest confidant for over 5 years now. I love you, but now your full. So til next diary, here’s lookin’ at you book.
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 10)

Entry #016 (Second Diary)

Dear Diary,
You are my 2nd diary. Yay! I hope you can handle my writing (and small tinges of profanity, because I don’t care. I won’t speak these words aloud anyways). Anyways, I should inform you of your predecessor before getting into today’s entry. Your predecessor, to whom I named Veronica, was with me for 5 years. During that time, Veronica had “seen” me go through some trying times. I’m only warning you that my life sucks and you’ll be filled with all kinds of crazy blabbering (and considering you’re a thicker diary with a padlock just like Veronica, you’ll be fine). Before I get into my session, I wish to present you with a name. You will be called: Tracy (however, I’ll still refer to you as “Diary” in entries). Now that that’s taken care of, time for my entry.

For starters, it’s currently summer and while I know my dad is “at work” I also know that I...probably won’t see him until close to my birthday (you should know that my birthday is September 18th 02 A.L.). That’s alright. I’m used to it. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s abandoned me and it sure as hell won’t be the last. Guess I’ll just have ta scavenge again. It’s become the only other way I know how to obtain food. Ever since Mrs. Brownstone passed away and “Aunt” Harley moved to the Appleloosan Mountain Range to be with her boyfriend I’ve literally got no other family that’ll take me in. Living with dad is living in a constant state of fear and mistrust. Only 3 ponies know what I’m really about: Stormy Night, Wave Rider and Lightning Zap. They’ve become my 2nd family. They’d do anything for me and I’d do anything for them! I won’t lie, these past few months have been a living Tartarus! I...I haven’t been able to hit the gym because my dad’s been being a total bastard and he won’t let me leave aside from going to school. I don’t even know why I’m being punished?! He just said “Stay here. Don’t leave unless for school. If I find out you went anywhere else, I’ll kill ya!”. So...my activity with the gang has been limited. I can’t even hang with Stormy and the boys for longer than school permits! He’s got ponies posted at my school to make sure I’m where I’m supposed to be. Uhhhggg!!! I hate it! No. No, I hate him. Yes I said it: I HATE MY DAD!!! I didn’t think I could be able to write this, but I did. I hate him with an intensity I never knew I had in me! In the name of Faust, it’s truly amazing how I haven’t run away by now!

Anyways, onto how most of my last few weeks of school were. The war has now turned deadly. Two shootings at the elementary school (both were 1st graders I knew and was deeply saddened when I found out). A bombing threat at the middle school. 2 isolated gang fights at the high school. A drive by at a nearby park almost killed me 3 weeks ago. It was the only other primarily adolescent/pre-adolescent gang in the city: The Noth Detrot Phoenixes. They are the enemy. Their co-leaders also just happen to be the foals of the boss of the only other top-rate gang in the city: the Wendigos. My dad’s rivals. Somehow they knew that there were some members from the Dragon Shields who had kids who were in that gang. The ones who shot at me in the park had to have known who I was and targeted me in broad daylight. Stupid mistake on their part because I caught a good glimpse at the trigger pony. Told Leader and now I am to be made sure I have protection on me at all times at school. Leader made sure of that. Even when I move onto 6th grade in the fall. My fellow informants will be coming too as well as some new contacts I’m supposed to meet on the 1st day to be briefed. I know I’m sounding like a real movie right now, but this is real shit!

Anyways, onto some more happy news. Well...what I can offer would be considered “happy”. I’ve now gone through my first molting session (a Horrible thing I assure you, Tracy! Should never happen to a Pegasus! My wings were in so much pain for 2 days afterwards). Thankfully my cousin who lives nearby helped me figure out how to properly preen and keep my wings safe throughout this time of year. She says it’s important to know how to do this so that I won’t be in a hell of a lot of pain. I was shocked to find that Stormy had simply laughed when I told her before she explained to me that the spring before, she had gone through it herself. Thankfully she had an older friend who knew how to preen. She told me asking her parents was useless because their wings are leathery and fur covered. Therefore, no feathers=no molt season. I’m glad she got help when she did! Well, I gotta go now diary. Dad just got home and I can already smell that he’s been at the bar. Wish me luck as I hide under the fire escape!
Love,
Wind Chyme (Age 10 and ½.)

P.S.: Cheyenne fell out my window into a mud puddle. Now I gotta wash her at the laundromat tomorrow! Great.

Entry #017

Dear Diary,

I HATE it when I have an argument with a friend. It's somehow even worse when the argument is with your coltfriend. It was a stupid thing really! See not long ago I got “promoted” to head of security for Dusty Hooves. As the lead mare (okay, can’t even call myself that yet), my small squad of ponies (all colts, I’m the only girl) and myself are charged with protecting Dusty. While the boys are capable and competent, I’m usually the one who’s taking on the heavy work. That’s impressive for a filly my age to be able to perform amazing acrobatics while beating the shit out of anypony who dare to try to attack Dusty. Tracy, she’s like a big sister to me! Over the past 2 years, I’ve leveled up in rank rather fast. So have Lightning and Wave. So anyways, back to the incident between me and Lightning. So we were on a job: Protect Dusty while she went out for the day. Thankfully it was an off-day for us students so we weren’t worried or nothing. Anyways, During Dusty’s small picnic in the park, there was an attack on her life and mine. Now thankfully Lightning, Dusty and I had our weapons. It was the North Detrot’s again. While we protected her, I did get shot in the shoulder (okay it was a graze wound). Lightning saw me go down and he absolutely flipped out. Those high schoolers who shot at us instantly regretted it. We only let two of them get away to report back to their boss. The other two were taken captive by our back-up that we had on hoof.

So anyways, after we got back to the hideout, Lightning instantly ushered me into our “medical” space (a converted hangar space for zeppelins that we made into a med bay). Of course despite my protests he still dressed my wound as best as he could. This ultimately lead us into the argument. Him claiming that I needed to be way more careful and that I needed a vest on. I shot back angrily that I could take care of myself and that I already had a team of ponies watching me whether or not I liked it (quickly bringing up the fact that I’m still on near constant watch by my dad’s ponies). I also yelled at him to stop worrying over me! Words were said. Tempers flared. Basically we had our first actual fight as a couple. Now Diary, I’m sure you’re hella confused as to why I said that last part, but here’s that explanation. Months ago, after our...maybe...4th time out just the two of us, be just kinda pulled me aside and up in the air we found ourselves. Then (very shakily) he just asked me to be his filly. Now of course after the shock wore off, I said yes and the rest is--as they say--history!

Okay so that’s how that happened. I remember not speaking to Lightning for a solid week after that. It was only after Stormy and Wave got involved is when we finally reconciled (I won’t bore you on the details of their little scheme. It was convoluted and confusing, yet brilliant) and resumed being the top couple of the 6th grade. I practically run the informants ring at the middle school for the 6th graders. My cohorts, a 7th grader by the name of Earth Song (an Earth Pony) and a 8th grader by the name of Fizzy Twist (A Unicorn) were more than pleased to meet with me on a weekly review since the first day of school. We report anything we find interesting (like attack plans, squadron moves, test results etc.) and get that info back to Quick Draw and his right hoof mare, Lucky. Those two are truly characters in their own right! They’re hilarious! They even showed me how to get free food from the teacher’s lounge and I showed them how to hack every snack machine in the school. Oh, did I mention that I passed my first session of Flight Class in 5th grade with flying colors (pun intended)? It was awesome. Second session is proving to be difficult, but I’m catching on fast. However my instructor was confused as to why I was taking the course as to when he saw my cutie-mark, the boxing gloves part, he said and I quote: “Young mare, why are you in a flight class when you should be in a boxing ring?”. My response was: “Because my special talent won’t help me fly better will it? I can’t fly too fast with boxing gloves on yet. I can float and flitter rapidly but fly? Not really. So Mr. Rápidamente I seem to have all the reason to be here as much as the rest of my classmates.” I know, I wish I had written that out after I said it originally. That was funny as hell to see my self-righteous, pompous teacher be put in his place and by my own mouth! Now that’s a boss power move! That right there is when I earned my flight teacher’s respect. Anyways, that’s how school’s been.

Home?....honestly, I really think I should just up and run off. Pack up some clothes, emergency bits, Bubby and Cheyenne, personal care items and whatever else I’d need and just leave. Over the past 6 months he’s broken 2 of my ribs, my hooves has been fractured three times, and I now sport a large scratch across my right eye. Food has once again been hard to come by and I’ve been reduced to illegal grazing in parks. I know, sad. Thankfully I haven't been caught. My ribs are again, pulsing through my skins and sometimes I feel too weak to get out of bed. Yet I still soldier on Diary. I still have hope that things will change...soon I pray. I must go now, I’m tired and I have school tomorrow. Oh yeah! One more thing. Today was my birthday….yay I guess? I really am too tired to care. Maybe if I rest I’ll feel better.
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 11)

P.S.: Things I got for my birthday (despite my objections):
A new camera (from Wave Rider)
A hoof held gaming system (from Lucky)
Some clothes (from Quick Draw)
Some shoes (from Aunt Twister)
New boxing gloves (from Lightning)
A stuffed rabbit (from Stormy)

Entry #018

Dear Diary,
Currently flying and writing at the same time. It probably isn’t a good idea, but it’s all I can do because I’m fleeing for my life. My dad he--he--he’s too far gone! I-I dunno how it all happened! One minute I’m getting a call through my walkie from Lightning and we’re just talking. Next thing I know, my dad’s bustin’ in my room just because he heard a voice that didn’t belong to me. Of course in my shock, I drops my walkie and obviously Lightning is confused so he keeps talking. My dad picks it up and starts drunkenly demanding who’s on the other end. I try to get it back and he shoves me down. Then he goes ballistic and starts shouting at me! Saying things like “That was a colt on the other end!” and “What the BUCK are you doin’ talking to a colt!?”. He also, after a lot more shoutin’ and shaking me, bellowed clear in my face “If I ever catch you with one of these narrow hinded, fast colts! I’ll kill ‘em on sight!!”. I responded by shouting back “You can’t tell me what to do or who I can talk to! You ain’t mama!”. I was more shocked that I shouted that back than he was. However, that’s when I saw something in him splinter a bit. He reared back and, without warning socked me so hard in my jaw, I’m sure I saw stars briefly before he picked me up and slammed me against a wall. Drunkenly shouting nonsense and randomness at me the entire time. I kept trying to break away, but he kept dragging me back for more punches. Shouting at me! Calling me “loose”, “fast filly” and worse “whore”! I still feel like crying due to how horrible his words were!

So after he left me alone for a brief moment, I resolved to do the one smart thing I could. I grabbed a large duffle bag and filled it with: clothes, shoes, toiletries, Bubby, Cheyenne (barely), my bits stash and my boxing gear. When he was distracted, I bolted “stealthily” out my window, down the fire escape and away from my apartment building.

Now of course in my haste, I didn’t forget my walkie and I radioed Lightning. When he didn’t answer, I switched stations to Stormy. She, thankfully answered right as I called. So I’m on my way over there now. Wish me luck.

Update: I’ve been at Stormy’s place for a few hours now. At first, her parents’ were immediately concerned as to why I showed up at their door badly beaten and with a duffel bag. I quickly lied and said I was on my way there for an impromptu sleepover and I said that I got jumped by a couple of the North Detrot's. Thank Faust that they bought that as they managed to simultaneously patch me up and watch over Stormy and her baby brother, Orion. Now I should let you be aware that baby Bat Ponies can be….well...rather crazy when their a few months old (Orion’s 6 months old and Stormy just turned 11 recently).

So having to bandage up an injured older filly and watch over an almost feral baby who’s hellbent on chasing his big sister around the house. That was honestly entertaining to watch. Plus it helped get my mind off of what happened. That is...until Stormy and I were alone. She started grilling me on how I really got so banged up. So I told her what really happened. The whole truth and when I was done the look on Stormy’s face practically screamed murder. She got up and went to her night table drawer and pulled out, to my own shock, a collapsible lightning sword. After I almost scream at her to drop it (she covered my muzzle immediately), she does before she starts explaining how she’d kept something secret from me for years. I didn't think it was possible but when she said the words “Assassin-in-training” I actually froze! That completely floored me! I was not expecting this from my best friend! However, she went on an explained that she’s been training since she was 3. She says it’s a necessity that every young fledgeling (that’s what a young Bat Pony is called. Stormy is considered a fledgeling while Orion is still a foal) by the age of 3 is required to begin learning the skills of an assassin. She told me the sword was a gift from her grandmare on her mom’s side for her birthday last year. When I brought back up the fact that she had it out, she simply stated and I quote: “Nopony beats my bestie and lives to speak about it! Especially no grown pony!!”. Thankfully I calmed her down before she could go flying to my apartment, sword a blaze, ready to kill my dad. The only reason I was successful was because my dad is far bigger than her and the fact that neither of us could hide a body. Eventually we relented and resolved to simply chill in her room. And when that got boring, we radioed Wave Rider and Lightning Zap. Less than 5 minutes go by before we hear a knock on Stormy's door and in comes the colts. I thought that once the boys got here, they’d be more level headed. Oh how wrong I was. Now I’ve gotta talk 3 knuckleheads out of committing murder! Wish me luck diary.
Love,
Wind Chime (age 11 and ½)

Entry #019

Author's Note

Warning: This entry contains the description of a heat cycle and reproduction as awkwardly as a 12 year old can experience. You have been warned.

Entry #019

Dear Diary,

Something strange has happened to me recently. As you know I’m getting older now and...well….recently...I’ve started feeling...strange down there. Ya know? In between my hind legs. I’ve been feeling uncomfortably hot down there right where my...my “kitty” is (because I don’t want to write the real word. It’s too nasty for me to write yet!). I dunno how to stop it! It usually only happens when I’m alone and when I see a picture of a cute colt. It feels tingly and warm and I usually try to ignore it until it stops. Yet, recently it’s been an almost constant form of hot! Like so hot that I feel like my insides are gonna melt! Maybe I should ask an older pony about this? Yeah! Yeah that’s what I’ll do!

Update: Okay. It’s been 3 hours since I’ve last reported on this strange feeling matter. In that timespan, I’ve had a tall with two ponies, but only 1 of them was helpful. The first was my dad. I dunno why I asked him, but I couldn't exactly ask mama now could I? He simply sat me down in a chair and bluntly said that I was going through my first heat cycle. As he said that, he gave off a very creepy look on his face. Almost hungry. But why? I managed to take some of my saved bits and get groceries a few days ago, so it couldn’t be that. Anyways, after that he pushed me from the chair and told me to beat it, but not after looking back at me and said one thing as I turned towards my room that I know was sincere. He said: “Our little girl’s growing up. Wish you could see it Feather Chyme. She’s looking more and more like you everyday”. That shocked me.

The second pony I asked was actually Dusty. As she’s older and has since become an adult, she's gone through these before. She sat me down as soon as she saw me enter the hangout and pulled me close. I told her how I was feeling uncomfortably warm and how my nethers have been feeling tender and tingly. She just chuckled and explained to me that what I was going through was indeed my Heat cycle. She explained that it was completely natural for a filly to go through. It's the mare’s natural bodily response to when a mare is preparing to grow a foal. It feels awkward at first but then she explained to me how to cure that feeling...as well as explaining to me exactly how a mare becomes pregnant (I will never get those words or pictures out of my head!). She told me that it only really works effectively when a mare is in heat. A stallion of her choosing will decide to mount her and with his…..shaft...he...uhh….well...he puts it into a mare’s (now I’m gonna write it. Forgive me Tracy) vagina. He pushes in and out for a while until something hot and liquid comes out if it. Most of the time, the mare’s part will clench and vibrate very fast and apparently it feels (to quote Dusty): Incredible. She told me she’s never done that with Quick when she’s in heat because she doesn't want a foal yet. She also explained that it can be dangerous for a mare to walk around when in heat because other ponies, stallions especially can smell a certain pheromone coming from her privates. That can be dangerous as mare have been known to have been raped unfortunately while in heat, thus resulting in bastard foals being born or (worst case scenario) many...abortions (when a doctor kills a foal while it’s still in the mother’s tummy. That’s a horrible thing to do!). I’m glad she told me this and let me stay in the special room for mares in heat in the hangout. I’m also relieved to have a cell phone so I could’ve told my dad that I was staying with Stormy for a few days. He agreed but only if I was absolutely nowhere near any colts until it was over! It wasn’t a total lie and I did have clothes there in case of emergencies. So it’s gonna work out. I just gotta make sure my school knows I’m M.I.A for a few days. Gotta go know. Gotta head to the room. I hear some of the boys coming and I don’t want an incident to occur.
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 12)

P.S.: I hope to Faust that Lightning doesn't find out where I am. Otherwise things will get...awkward fast.

Entry #020

Dear Diary,

It's funny how much love a pony can hold in their heart and how much hate can be held too. For me, recently it’s been more hate than love. Why? There’s only one reason. It should be noted that my home situation has reached a critical point. I haven’t seen real food in months. What few clothes I do have are tattered and barely liveable. Which is why I barely wear them. Unless it’s business or school, then I have no need to. Amazingly, water has been accessible. Okay...well it’s accessible through the stream that runs parallel to the park. Therefore more illegal grazing and drinking is required for me to ya know, not die! When he’s home, he’s hittin’ me and recently he’s been in the habit of bringing home take out and purposely tying me by my neck and eating in front of me while I’m tethered to the bathroom door. Claiming it’s to punish me for quote: “gaining too much weight”. Once again, it’s gotten so bad to the point where my ribs show again and now it hurts to even walk. I have been tight on funds recently and the gang isn’t exactly helping much. At some point I considered just going to a homeless shelter and beg for food like a damn dog! But there’s a problem with that, I’m still being monitored by dad’s gang. I can’t even go into school without 3 or 4 big stallions flanking me and pushing me into the doors. However, at least one of them is nice. His name’s Firework. I know this because I met him a few times as a little filly when my dad’s “security” buds came over. He always looked at me with a gentle gaze. As if he recognized me as a simple small, pretty filly. Over the years, him and “uncle” Jojo have almost always been around dad. Yet they treat me like a pony instead of a...well pet. Unlike my dad, who seems to think that a daughter is like a dog.

Anyways, my cohorts have been detained (got expelled) for unfair reasons. So now the responsibility of the informants fall upon my shoulders until the new 6th and 8th grade informants can be accessed. That might take a few days though. So believe me when I say that sucks! I have to work 3× as hard for the next couple days. Add on that dad’s thugs are gonna be on me faster than I can keep up is gonna be a struggle. Yet, as I contemplate these thoughts, an alarming new thought just occurred to me! How am I gonna report to the Leader about all 3 grades? My brain hurts from even trying to think that through. Geez!

Okay, so...head splitting thoughts aside, I can’t say much has been good lately. Stormy’s in the hospital for a broken wing (I told her skateboarding in a cloud park was dangerous!) and a concussion (again, skateboarding in a cloud park without a helmet...instant danger!). She’ll be fine, but she’s stuck in the hospital for a few weeks. I’ve been to see her (of course, behind dad’s back) a couple times throughout the past two days. She seems pretty out of it and the last time, I’m petty sure she was high on painkillers. That was admittedly hilarious and I recorded it too!

Alright. Well with all that said, I truly can’t say I hated seeing her in the hospital. While I may not have loved seeing her in the hospital, I am still a supportive friend. I even convinced Lightning and Wave to come with me to get her some “get well soon” gifts. Well, I gotta go now. Gotta figure out what I’m gonna eat.

Love,
Wind Chyme (age 12 and ½)

P.S.: I feel like I should set Stormy up with somepony from my flight class...I’ve seen some ponies looking….

Entry #021

Author's Note

Okay now THIS is the LONGEST chapter so far. Sorry for the wait, but this chapter is a long one! That's great! Enjoy people!

Entry #021

Dear Diary,

Well well well….would ya look at this? Once again, it’s my birthday. Officially a teenager. And how do I spend it? In a hospital. Did I ever mention how much I HATE hospitals? No? Well I hate them for many reasons! Reasons I won’t bore you with because that would take a lot of time. Well as for the reason, that’s gonna take a necessary explanation.

Okay...so it started this morning. As usual, I was alone at the apartment. Or...so I thought. Anyways, as is my yearly tradition, I pulled out my matchbox and candles and lit one. After quietly singing “Happy Birthday” to myself and making a wish, I blew out the candle. Do you want to know my wish? I really shouldn't speak on it, but since you are a diary, you can’t talk, therefore it can still come true. This year’s wish was actually the same as it's been for the past 8 years: That this year will be better than the last age. Of course, in some ways it did come true, though at the same time that would be a no. Anyways, I did that then got ready for the day. As I was getting out of the shower, my dad all of a sudden busts into the bathroom. I didn't even need to be out of the shower to smell his dirty and obviously drunk self. So of course I scream at him to get out only for him to yell something I couldn't understand at me before he yanked me out of the shower (thank Faust I had a towel on) before tossing me into his room. He then started ranting at me about how I’m not pulling my weight around here. I called bullshit on that one, but nevertheless let him continue. While I’m no longer on serious “grounding”, he still had the audacity to grab a belt from nearby and he struck me hard across my back. The buckle almost tore my skin and fur (though now I have a pretty nasty gash on my back). I kept shouting at him to stop but he didn't listen. That is...until he did. Eventually, he did resolve to just throwing me out onto the balcony and locking me out there. Mind you, I should let you know it was pouring rain outside and instead of me flying back in through my bedroom window, I just said fuck it and braved the conditions as I flew towards the hangout.

After barely making the 20 minute flight in pouring rain and horrible air traffic, I did indeed make it to the hangout. Lemme tell ya, everypony who was there at that time of morning were more than a little shocked to see me soaked near to the bone by rain, shaking and bleeding from my back. It must’ve surprised them more that I still had a very sinister looking smile on my face. So when Quick Draw came up to me with towels and a concerned look on his face, I only replied with “It’s been one hell of a morning and y’all should know that I’m not going into school looking like something a manticore dragged through a briar bush”. That got a good chorus of laughs before I heard the unmistakable sound of Dusty flittering towards me with a big grin on her face. I found myself being unceremoniously scooped into the air and nearly having the air knocked outta me as she gave me her “special birthday hug”. I swear, despite not being related to a Earth pony, that mare has the strength of a full grown stallion! I even can’t stop her from enveloping me into a somewhat softer pegasus hug. Telling me she had a surprise for me later before practically dragging me towards the showers to dry off. I probably should’ve expected that she’s not only help me dry off, but she went as far as getting me completely decorated and dressed for my big birthday. So she along with Zeta (a zebra), Pansy (an Earth pony), Magnolia (a Unicorn) and Kaia (a changeling) went to work on me and when they were done, I swear I looked like something you’d see in Vanity Mare magazine! The finished product was a sky blue dress with a silver chain around the middle. My mane in a simple prench braid with some lilies woven into it. My tail in a happy bun. I had had my ears pierced a second time last year as a “treat yourself” birthday gift so in one ear I had an intricate chain in both holes and on the other ear was two simple diamond studs that I stole a week ago. To say I looked good, would be being modest. I looked smoking!

They then did my make-up quickly before all but forcing me into a very nice cart. I asked who’s this belonged to and I was a bit surprised to hear that this was Dusty’s cart (whilst explaining that her cart worked on both ground and clouds). So she just drove me to school with the rest of my squad trailing behind like the freaking Royal Guard. I was truly feeling like a queen yes I said QUEEN because princess doesn’t fit today. Anyways, I get to school to a sight that actually broke my heart. There were 2 foals. I think one was in 3rd grade and one was actually a old classmate who got held back (he’s still in 7th grade) fighting over a stupid chair in the hallway. I very quickly and quietly broke it up and knocked both of them upside the heads for their stupidity before actually making an effort to head towards my locker.

When I got there, I wasn't surprised to see a trio of balloons on the handle and a single rose stuck in the slots. I smiled and immediately knew what was next as I opened my locker to find 6 big beautifully wrapped presents (I really gotta have them fix my locker so no one can break in again. That or change locks) piled on the floor of it with a label saying “do not open til’ AFTER school”. I respected that as I got my books and put my saddlebags (which I quickly stopped back at home to grab. Silently thanking Faust that my dad was passed out as I did) away before heading to my first class: Math. Whatever entity that invented math should NEVER be praised! It wasn’t all bad as my entire class sang “Happy Birthday” to me and my beloved brought cupcakes in for everypony (of course I got first pick). The teacher allowing that was what surprised me the most. Anyways, everything went well until lunch/recess, that’s when...things went to Tartarus very quickly.

I had just finished my carrot dog and hayfries when I heard it. The unmistakable sound of gunshots. Next thing I know I’m being shoved by a crowd of ponies towards the school building as shots rang out. I didn't have my gun on me nor did I think to grab my switchblade, otherwise I’d have joined in the fray. Though I suppose now as I lay here in my hospital bed, that no matter what I did I couldn't have prevented what happened next. Two of my “bodyguards” were killed in the fray and the school was on “Active Shooter Lockdown” soon after. I didn't know who started blasting ponies, but I have a feeling that the North Detrot's are the culprits. Either them or the Wendigos. No matter because I had only been put into a random classroom and the door barricaded, that that very door came crashing down and multiple colts and fillies were scrambling for cover. Only myself, a 4th grader and the teacher got injured. I was injured protecting the younger colt, who I recognized as one of my tutoring charges, Firelight. He has a graze wound. The teacher (I don’t know her name) was shot in the hind leg. I am probably the worse off as I’ve been shot 3 times: Once on the left forearm, Once on my back, right above my right shoulder blade and once on my left flank, right next to my cutie-mark. I had to play dead in order for them to leave as it was obvious that I was the target for this room. I don’t know where the others are or their status because I don’t have my phone. I’m scared. I hope Stormy, Lightning and Wave are safe. I really hope my friends in the Dragon Shields are uninjured. As it is multiple members of the Shields have foals and I am friends with a few of them who attend my school. They had better had stayed safe or I swear I’ll kill ‘em myself. I have to go now. The doctor says he’s gonna give me something to help me sleep. Before I stop completely, I’ll let you know what I got for my birthday.
Love,
Windy Chyme (age 13)

P.S.: Stuff I got 4 my B-day:
A purse (from Aunt Twister)
Some more videogames (from Stormy)
A pearl necklace (from Lightning)
A new flight suit (from Wave)
A music player (from Quick)
A music box (from Dad [still shocked on that one])

Entry #022

Dear Diary,

O.M.F!?! You won’t believe what I just did. Okay. Okay I am freaking out now but at the same time I feel amazing! Okay okay, I know I’m making 0 sense right now Tracy, but hear me out. I just did something so wrong and yet it felt so right! I finally let myself get SUPER high! Alright, so technically the legal smoking age in Detrot is 16 but I’m….close to 2 years off from that. Who cares? Not me! Sorry, this is being written while I’m coming off a nasty low and….some other things too. What is that “other things” I mention? Well…..okay you probably shouldn't get mad but I….kinda...I HAD SEX! With Lightning!! Gah! I know! I probably shouldn't have but I just wasn’t thinking! Before you ask it, YES we had protection. I may have been higher than a stratus cloud during a storm, but I was lucid enough to remember a fucking condom. At least I had the sense to remember to pack them in my purse in case of an emergency. Now as to how all this happened...that also will take some time to explain…

Okay so see here, dad’s been gone on “business” for now 2 months. Therefore, I’m home alone. So what do I decide to do? I decide to pack a duffel bag with some clothes (I purposely left Bubby at home. He needed rest and besides, Cheyenne will watch him and Lucifer [my stuffed rabbit] will watch the both of them) and toiletries and headed towards Stormy’s place. She recently got legally emancipated (and her parents actually encouraged that! Something about had this been Thestralia she’d be old enough to leave home already) and now has her own apartment. I’ve been helping her out here and there but she’s so far been doing great on her own. Having to juggle a job and night school wouldn't be easy for most, yet she makes it look like foal’s play! Anyways, it was her birthday and she was throwing a party. So naturally, half of the 8th grade graduating class showed up. With myself, Lightning, Wave, Kaia and Stormy’s boyfriend, Boomerang, were on the V.I.P. list. I, of course out did everypony there as far as gifts were concerned! I got her something she’d been wanting for years: a pet bat. I looked it up and apparently rodents and small mammals are allowed in her apartment (same with mine) and a bat is technically a Chiroptera (NOT related to rats despite their small size) this little girl seems to be getting on fabulous with her new “mother”. As should be expected, that was the true crème-de-la-crème of her presents! Thus I got a huge hug and a lot of happy squeaks and squeals from her (truly showing off her Batpony heritage). Anyways, as should be expected somepony had brought some weed to the party and long story short, I tried my first blunt….wich was followed by 5 more….and a puff from a bong some Earth pony had gladly let me pass on. Along with the free weed, there was some alcohol, which Stormy was NOT pleased with. I mean...she wasn't happy about the weed either, but somehow let that slide (I still think she may have gotten her hooves on a blunt and that may have changed her mind). Anyways so yes, I did drink, BUT and I want to make myself absolutely clear on this, I only had ONE cup of Seaddle Bay Liquor. I swear! That was enough to have me buzzed, but not nearly enough to classify as drunk. Anywho, so that was that. At one point I saw Lightning partaking in a beer pong game (I learned what that was from watching Quick play waay too many times. Sometimes being head guard sucks when you gotta drag a drunk young adult stallion who’s two times your size back into an Uber cart after a sick party!). My attempts at getting him away from that game (which I can all but confirm that he’d won at least 4-5 rounds) seemed to be successful because he willingly let me drag him towards one of Stormy’s spare rooms. That’s when the real shit went down.

Okay, while I REFUSE to share exactly what we did, I will tell you what happened that lead up to it.

Okay so after I got him to her spare room, he pulled me close and kissed me hard. I had to break it for air and to get him some water. After I gave him that, he drank it and put the bottle down, he looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in all Equestria. Maybe it was because we both were a tad bit drunk. Maybe it was because I was high and stupid, but for one lucid moment, he asked me if I wanted to lie down and I said yes. Somehow things got a bit hazy after that because I was so high, but I do remember reaching into my purse and pulling out a condom. Can’t say what happened after that because that was very naughty of us! However I will say it did hurt like heck for a while until I adjusted to his….relatively large length….Oooohh! I wouldn't normally kiss n’ tell but I can’t shut up! Faust in Paradise, it felt unreal!

Anyways, it’s morning now and I’ve currently just got back to my apartment. Gonna try and find some food because I haven't eaten since Sunday morning...that was 7 days ago...so...yeah…
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 13 and ½)

P.S.: The possibility of a mare getting pregnant from a stallion, even if he has a condom on and said mare is NOT in heat, is next to impossible. Thankfully I had enough sense to take 3 different pregnancy tests. All came back negative! Yes!

Entry #023

Author's Note

Uuhhhh....this chapter pretty much explains itself....

Entry #023

Dear Diary,

Uhhh….I don’t know how to start this one off...I’ve written and rewritten it a thousand times it seems, yet there’s no easy way for me to explain it….so...I-I think I’m just gonna go on and admit my sins. Right here. Right now.

Dad came home. Honestly, I wish he didn’t. I wish he hadn’t come home at the worst possible time! He came home and I barely managed to keep him away from my room as long as possible. What was in my room you ask? More like...who was in my room?! Somehow it was dusk and without any prior warning, Lightening, Stormy, Boomerang and Wave (who was on Boomerang’s back) came clamoring through my window via the fire escape. As shocked as I was, I shouldn't have been. They’d taken the liberty in the past few weeks to actually come into my apartment, which until recently had been an off-limits area for them. I remember the first time Stormy came here and it...went as well as one would expect. Awkward until she saw just how bad a shape my apartment was. I haven’t had time or bits for cleaning supplies and I ran out months ago so, my apartment is kinda filthy. The only 2 rooms that aren’t horrifying quality are the bathroom and my bedroom. Those remain it top condition weekly. I swear I wish I didn’t see the look of absolute pity in her face, but I did. I couldn't even offer her something to eat because 1.) I had no food. 2.) Even if I did have food, I was too weak from lack of food to even walk to the kitchen. Hell, when she first came in, she found me tied to the balcony door by my neck. That was embarrassing but it got more embarrassing when she called in back-up in the form of Lightening and Wave. When they got here, I seriously wanted to throw up (not that I could because it would just be stomach bile anyways) from embarrassment. They untied me and I collapsed onto Lightening, who scooped me up in his hooves and just rubbed my back saying I was gonna be ok. When Wave asked me how did I end up like that, I answered with the truth: My dad had been there days prior (I couldn't remember how many days though) and fed me a quarter of Hoof Kadian take out before tying me up and finishing the rest off in front of me, water bottle included. When they heard that, they instantly grabbed my gym duffel and my travel duffel and packed some of my things in it. The one thing I insisted they let me pack was you and I held onto Bubby under my wing so no pony could see him (sparing me MORE embarrassment). Then they rushed me to the hangout for a few days.

That was then and this was just 2 days ago. I had to make sure they (and by they I mean Wave and Lightning) stayed on the fire escape while Stormy and I stalled my dad. For the first time in a long time, my dad actually looked happy to see me! Gave me a hug and greeted Stormy with a smile and everything. Of course I knew better than to believe his ruse so I let him continue to be “happy” while Stormy and I flew off to find a pizza joint. When we came back with the food and some soda, there were two new ponies there. Both, I recognized as being the leader of the Wendigos and his youngest son. While I was confused, dad just told me to put the food down and get dressed in my finest dress I owned. So despite my protests, Stormy silently lead me into my room to help me get ready.

The only dress that...mostly fit me was a small crimson long dress that I got when I was 10 but could miraculously still fit (because I was so thin from malnourishment, it was easy to slip into that thing). After that, Stormy helped me style my mane into a small ballet bun and curl my tail into loose curls. With a very small amount of makeup applied at the last minute, I was ready to enter the dining room to see the pizza was all divided up and that somepony had gone and gotten a salad from somewhere. Taking our seats, I glanced at the Wendigo Leader’s son (Who I learned long ago, was called Rapid Fire) with an equally confused look. We both clearly didn’t know why our dad’s wanted us here, but we’d soon get an answer that would shock us both as well as Stormy.

Not long after dinner had been served and eaten (which I had been all too eager, but had to be respectful and NOT wolf it all down) is when the announcement was made. I was to marry Rapid Fire by my 15th birthday. We were so shocked that Rapid chocked on his salad and I choked on my water (we really chose the wrong time to put food/drinks in our mouths)! They said it was important as that as the most respected members of the two warring gangs, in order to come to a...far too long in the making...truce and ending the hostilities, that their children marry. And since the Wendigo’s leader had two older foals who were already married and his last son wasn’t, plus I being my father’s only child and a filly at that, it only made sense in their sick brains to do so. Naturally after the shock wore off, both Rapid and I were very vocal in our displeasure about our forced situation….which resulted in us both getting slapped hard by both our father’s for “insubordination”. Afterwards, the adults left us 3 to discuss our situation. Rapid told me how he already has a coltfriend he’s been secretly seeing since he was 11 and he was serious about. I explained to him how I was with Lightening and we both agreed that our lives were officially screwed. It didn’t help that he’s a co-leader of the Phoenixes and he knows I’m a top-ranking Diamond Dog. So we agreed to our parent’s wished to try and get along for the next year.

After that bombshell of a dinner, dad left and as soon as he left, Stormy dialed Lightning and Wave and we ALL met up at the hangout. By the time we got there, Quick and Dusty had already found out about my arrangement. Let me tell you, I’d never seen Quick so furious. The only thing I did immediately as soon as I touched down into the hanger, was burst out in uncontrollable tears and sobs as I told (with some assistance from Stormy) everypony about how the situation manifested. By the time, I was done, Lightning looked like he was gonna kill somepony, Quick looked the same as Lightening and Dusty was quietly weeping as she clutched me closer as she and Zeta rubbed my back and wings and tried to calm me down enough to NOT go into a panicked frenzy. Stormy offered her assasin services and when those were met with questioning glares, she merely smirked and passed Quick a business card before disappearing in a cloud of smoke. I mean, I didn’t have anything against Rapid, I’m sure he’s a nice colt. It’s just that...well he’s not my special somepony! Lightening is and will always be!!

I still can’t believe this and this was just 2 days ago!! Anyways, onto how I’m in my current situation. Well...I did something I never thought I’d ever do. I stuck up a jewelry store. All. By. Myself! I even shot around the store to prove my point that I would kill a pony if I needed to that night. The owner was too shocked to do anything but give me all the bits in the register and a few hundred bits worth of jewelry. Thank Faust I was wearing an enchanted mask so that my face and voice were disguised (I sounded like a dude and looked like a timberwolf in a black hoodie). I then hightailed it outta there before the cops showed up. While I felt great at first, now I feel guilty. Which is a very bad thing. I guess...I’ll just stop writing for now and get some sleep. Til tomorrow.
Love,
Windy Chyme (age 14)

P.S.: I’m currently at an undisclosed location with Lightning and a few of my squad members in order to make sure my tracks weren’t followed.

Entry #024

Dear Diary,

I’m SCREWED!!!! I’m completely and utterly FUCKED!!! Why you may ask? Well it might have something to do that I’M PREGNANT!!! Yeah, betcha didn’t expect that one. I’m still in shock on that one and I found out almost a week ago! Okay well I don’t feel the need to explain how I got in my current state. I knew I was on my heat cycle and I stupidly decided to go to a party one of my Junior friends at school was throwing and while Lightening wasn't exactly adverse to drinking, I was. Ya know the saying, “You Only Live Once”, well that was my moment of living! And the result? A crappy hangover and waking up on a cloud next to Lightning. Since I didn’t immediately feel the unbearable heat between my legs and the fact that I felt a bit like throwing up were all VERY BAD signs. After I almost knocked Lightning off the cloud, I kinda...fell off said cloud and thankfully landed on grass. That then is when I finally lost it and threw up. Thankfully despite a throbbing headache, Lightning managed to trot up to where I was and held back my mane so I could continue puking my guts out. Somehow, without even having to say anything, we both knew what was going on. What had happened was an accident. An unfortunate accident. The second thought that entered my mind aside from “O.M.F I’m probably pregnant!?!?!” was “What if Dad finds out? I’m a dead mare if that happens!!”. Thankfully, we’d prepared for an emergency like this and...when I did find my purse I immediately took out my small bit purse and flew towards the nearest convenience store. After a...awkward encounter with the clerk about if I could purchase 3 boxes of pregnancy tests, I left.

After we got to his house (without his mom or dad waking uo that is), I found my way to the first bathroom I could so I could take the tests. Our fears became reality when 6 pregnancy tests with “+” signs stared back at us on the sink counter. I almost thought I’d pass out. Then came more stress as we heard Lightning’s mom come down the stairs to start breakfast. I almost had a heart attack when they saw that we both were here so early. After some necessary interrogations on how our night was and when did we get back (we were truthful on ALL accounts). Then came the moment of truth….I swear I almost couldn't say it I choked up that bad! Although, I did say it with Lightning's help. At first his parents were shocked. Then slowly his mother suggested that we all sit down to breakfast.

After breakfast, we sat down in the livingroom and discussed how we’d go about with this whole situation. However I immediately shut one option down (His dad suggested terminating the pregnancy) because I don’t believe in that. Even if this foal was accidentally conceived, that doesn't mean it’s not gonna be loved and cared for! Of course there was the obvious thoughts of “you two are far too young to take care of a foal!” and “What about school?”, and we calmly thought out a game plan. However his mother stated that my dad had to be informed. I visibly froze at that! Then I fainted from fear.

When I came to, it was a few hours later and Lightning was at my side when I looked around and saw that I was on a couch in the den. I asked what happened and he told me that I fainted at the mention of having to tell my dad that I’m pregnant. I told him as calmly as I could muster up, that If I told my dad, he would actually put a bullet in my head and make it look like a suicide! At that, he audibly growled as he knew how horribly my dad treated me and how I often suffered by his hooves. Lightning then promised me that no matter what, he’d never let anything happen to me or our foal. At that I relaxed a bit and gave him a short, but sweet kiss.

That was almost 5 months ago and I’m now halfway to Fifteen. Oh! In case you were wondering how the whole “arranged marriage” thing worked out, well….that’s a bit more grim. To keep it short, Rapid Fire is dead. His body was found decapitated and dismembered in garbage bags on his family's front porch with a note that read: “We knew your son was a fag the whole time! No piece of broken scum like that should be anywhere near a filly like Windy Chyme. He got what he deserved”. It was automatically assumed that the Dragon Shields did it and now the war has escalated to true full out combat interCity warfare! The city officials have not been able to stop either side. It sickens me that it’s escalated so fast. It also saddens me that Rapid Fire had to lose his life for simply being gay! There’s nothing wrong with that at all! But some ponies are too fucking ignorant to see past the ideal that being apart of the LGBTQ+ community is a sin and or disgraceful. Sorry, went off an mini-tangent there. Focusing now! Okay so what else...oh! Stormy and the entire Detrot Diamond Dogs know that I’m pregnant and have been nothing but supportive since. One of my squad members, Paint Splatters even made me a foal cradle and his brother Arrowroot made my baby a soft green and brown blanket. That was the sweetest thing anypony could’ve done! Dusty and Stormy have been like my bodyguards as of lately. Always hangin’ round me fully strapped and ready for danger while also gushing over how big my belly’s gotten over the past 5 months. I now know that I’m having a girl and I can’t wait! I even have the perfect name for her. Do you want to know? Okay it’s Hope Spring. I know! Cutest foal name right!? I already have been collecting all sorts of baby things and have been storing them at Lightning's place. Amazingly my dad hasn't caught wind that I’m pregnant yet! That’s a HUGE relief to me as I was certain that I’d be dead by now.

Well that’s all I can say for now. I’m on my way to my doctor’s appointment with Lightning and Wave. Wish me and little Hope some luck.

Love,
Windy Chyme (age 14 and ½)

P.S.: I of course am in the process of sewing together a teddy bear for my daughter. It’s difficult, but I’m...slowly managing. I hope she likes it.

Entry #025

Author's Note

Okay, before anyone starts thinking this was "Rushed" lemme tell ya right now, that that's not the case. I purposely made this time jump and events happen because we ARE so close to the finale. Regardless, hope you enjoy!

Entry #025

Dear Diary,

I’m numb. Not even Hope kicking me in my sides is affecting me. I’ve sat here at my mother's graveyard on a bench for now over an hour. There’s so much on my mind but the most important one is that Hope will never meet her father….Lightning...he--he……….

Sorry, I started crying hysterically for a bit there. It’s just….oh great Faust in Paradise!! WHY!?! I know exactly who did it too! That damn cunt known as Silver Screen! He had his hoof on that gun! He took the hit! He found out where he lived and HE KILLED MY FIANCÉ!! HE KILLED MY LIGHTNING ZAP!!!!!

Sorry! I’ve been saying that a lot today Tracy. It’s just that, gosh...I--I’m emotionally not right at the moment. My-My-My heart’s been ripped in half and I thought I felt horrible when mama died, but this is FAR worse! I suppose it's only right that I also tell you that we were engaged. He asked me not too long ago in an awfully sweet way! Abeit it was traditional, but still sweet how he did it on the beach by lake Saddle! So of course I said yes and we were supposed to get married a month before I had the baby....but now? Now that can't happen. Aside from grief, I’ve been a raging she-demon for the past 2 weeks. Ever since I got that call from his dad telling me that Lightning was in the hospital. I was at my apartment and had just gotten out of the bath when I got the call. I swear I shouldn't have flown that fast because of the baby, but I didn't care! I had to see if he was ok. When I got there….i---it was too late. He was gone. At exactly 2:50 pm on the 14th of February 17 A.L. 16 year old Lightning Zap was pronounced dead at St. Holy Ghost Memorial Hospital in Detrot. Hearing those words from the doctor will forever haunt me. I lost the love of my life. My foal, will never meet her daddy. I’ll never get a chance to walk down the aisle and become Mrs. Zap. I can confirm that the two days after his passing I was a true demon from Tartarus. Those who knew me, knew it was best for their health so as to stay the buck away from me. When I approached Quick Draw about how to handle it, he saw the murderous look in my eyes and said to me in an amazingly calm tone that he’d personally see to it that the bastard that took away his top male guard and friend was “taken out”. I gave him a weak smile as he pulled me close and let me weep on his shoulder. He told me that he’d be there for me and for Hope. I already have a feeling my little filly will have a lot of Uncles and Aunties that will ALWAYS be around her. Protecting her and loving her up as much as I do and as much as her father did……

Sorry! Started crying again. Gonna have to air you out because I’ve been bawling on your pages for what feels like an eternity. I’m sorry that this entry is so short, but I had to stay here as it is that I now have 2 graves to tend to. One for my dear mother who cared for me as long as she could….and one for….for my beloved. With whom I wouldn't be sitting here, at almost 8 months pregnant in the chilly winter weather. I pray that Faust watches over them both and that they know that I love them.
Love,
Windy Nichole Zap (Age 15)

P.S.: My dad found out...he didn’t say anything. All he did was get up and leave….haven’t seen him in two months. I still don’t know how he found out? That puzzles and scares me.

Emtry #026

Dear Diary,

It’s official. I’ve been in a hospital or police station more times than I’ve been in school. N’ I’m only in the 10th grade! Also, I am in an unspeakable amount of pain in my stomach/womb area. Why? Well...I’m….currently going through a natural miscarriage. Yet I’m terrified and sad at the same time. I’m sad because I wasn't even 10 months pregnant, almost full term and now Hope has died. I’m traumatized due to the way of how it has come to this.

This is how I knew shit was wrong this morning, see I was just going on about my day at school. I intimidated a couple of 9th graders who were talking about me behind my back (and by “intimidate” I mean I stuffed one in a locker and locked the other in the colts’ locker room...with the entire hoofball team in there.) before heading to lunch. I went off campus for some Hayburgers and Chili Fries. Of course Stormy and Wave stuck to me like glue as expected and we grabbed lunch. We talked and just hung out until I had a feeling. A horrible nagging feeling that somepony was watching us. Well looks like I was right as it is that not even 20 minutes after we left the Hayburger joint and were on our way back to the school when it happened.

I think Stormy sensed it first because she “gently” rushed me over to the side of the walkway before it happened. At first it was two ponies that we didn't know just coming up to us merely looking for trouble. So of course, Wave didn’t want me gettin hurt so he tries to lead me away from the two idiots. Then more show up and suddenly, we’re surrounded by like 10 big stallions. While I knew Stormy and Wave could handle themselves, I was uncertain about myself. The only thought that went through my head was “I need to get to safety. We’re in danger!” as I tried to get away, but I just couldn't. Four of them jumped me and just beat the crap outta me. It was so bad I was afraid that I was gonna die. Stormy and Wave tried to fight them off of me, but they were quickly thrown off and knocked out by a big unicorn. That left me to just lay there as I got my tail handed to me.

Don’t get me wrong, I got a few good solid hits in and I even knocked one big pegasus out with one buck of my left hind leg. It just….it wasn't enough. When they were done, the apparent leader managed to lean down and say something to me that almost made my heart stop. He said: “I’m sorry, but your dad wanted it done and I’m desperate for bits at the moment. I feel awful. Stay awake little sister”. Then he trotted off with the rest of them. Leaving me, semi-conscious and in an unbelievable amount of pain. Thankfully a passing bystander saw me and my friends laid out and immediately took action by heading to me first and calling 6-1-1 after making sure I was conscious enough to speak a little. We were quickly rushed to the hospital afterwards.

That was 3 days ago and I’m only now back home with Stormy at my side as I’ve been going through this slice of Tartarus for 6 and ½ hours now. I...I think it’s almost over. The blood and placenta are almost completely out of me. Hope herself came out of me 2 hours ago. Despite being covered in blood and the umbilical cord still on her belly, I could tell she looked almost exactly like her daddy. The only parts of me that she had was my coat color and my muzzle shape. I don’t know who's eyes she had because her eyelids were closed. My foal. My little bit of Hope! She didn’t even breathe a single breath!

Sorry. I started crying again. Now I have to dry you out again. It’s now been 8 hours and I’ve finally stopped bleeding and the doctor on the phone said I’ve probably stopped miscarrying. It still terrifies me that my own FATHER would call a hit on me and that I almost died. His granddaughter is DEAD! And it’s all because of him!! I just...I….I can’t do it anymore. I’m done! I’m laying here with Stormy asleep on the other side of me. Bubby is curled up in my hooves and his fur is soaked in tears. Stopping now because I’m tired.

Love,
Wind Zap (age 15 and ½)

P.S.: When dad comes home eventually, I might end up killing him.

Entry #027 (Final)

Author's Note

And here we are! The LAST Entry. It's short for a reason.

Entry #027 (Final)

Dear Diary,

I’m weak. I can’t even lift my hooves, therefore I’m mouthwriting this, my….final entry. What a way to spend a birthday huh? I have been depressed for months. I haven't eaten or drank in too long. My dad had came home about 2 months ago for a few days. As soon as he came into the apartment, I was ready with my gun. I lunged at him with my gun at the ready and I started shooting like a mad mare...wich in retrospect I was. Of course, he was prepared and while he did get like 3 bullets in him (unfortunately, none were in his head) he was defensive. He slapped the gun out my hoof, yelled at me about having the gun and then I ended up doing, something I never thought I’d do. I cried. In front of him. Just started bawling my eyes out. He was surprised, but otherwise didn't care. He told me he had food for me, but since I attacked him, he withheld it. Tying me to the bathroom door tightly with rope again, he sat there with his bull whip and the food. Anytime I’d so much as move, he use it and I’d end up cut up bad on my face, neck, chest and sides.

It was horrible and by that point when he left, I managed to get free of the rope and I ran (with what strength I had) into the bathroom and I almost swallowed some pills of my dads. I still don’t know why I didn’t, but I guess it doesn't matter now.

I’m dying. There’s no doubt about that. I can feel everything slipping. Hey. At least it won’t be so bad and hey! Just think, when I finally pass into the next life, I’ll be reunited with my beloved and our daughter. I also will be able to see my mother and grandmare again. I know they’ll be happy to see me….

I’m so tired now, but I will write one. Last. Thing. Thank you Tracy. You and Veronica have been my most trusted confidants and best of friends since I was 5 years old. I’ve already written what I have to say to those who need to see it. I love you. I have Bubby in my hooves and I’m…..so….sleepy…..
Goodbye,
Windy Nichole Chyme-Zap (age 16)

From the Stationery of Wind Chyme (A Letter to Stormy Night)

Dear Stormy Night,

By the time you read this, you're probably the pony who found me dead. I don't know when you found me, but I'm honestly glad you did. I'm sorry my bestie! I tried to hold on! I--I tried to stay strong, but as you can see, that didn't work. Don't think I didn't leave a will because I did. I want you to go into my closet. At the back, behind my favorite BatMane poster, is a safe. The combination is 5-20-2. Inside is my last will and testimate as well as $10,000,000 bits and multiple jewels. In there is also my first diary. Take it and the one you found near my body and I want you to share them with my gang. Let them know my struggles so that they may learn from my pain. If my dad hasn't already been arrested, MAKE SURE HE IS PLEASE!?!

One last thing before I sign off. Make sure my funeral is an awesome one! I don't want nopony cryin' and make sure my favorite song playlist is playing. Also, if you could, please make sure my bear Bubby and my dolphin Cheyenne are in the caskette with me? That would rock. Love ya hun buns!

Love,
Wind Chyme

Entry #001 (First Diary)

Author's Note

Welcome to a new...admittedly dark, even for this author right here, story. OCs in this surprise story are:
Wind Chyme (filly)
Breeze (father)
Feather Chyme (mother)

Entry #001 (First Diary)

Dear Diary,
My mommy gave me this diary so I could write down whatever I want if I kneeded to write. She says it helps with my writing practice tou. Sorry! I meant “too”...sometimes I get that mixed up. I guess I should int-intro--introduce (finally got that one right) myself. I am an Pegasus. I have a pale yellow coat and a white mane and tail with a streek of foal blue in both. I have dark green eyes and I don’t have my cutie-mark yet. I am in kindergarten at Darlinghoof Elementary School in Detrot. I like my school. There’s lots o stuff ta play with annd lots of fillies and colts my age to play with (not that I look for them).My mommy is a “stay-at-home” mommy and my daddy works as a….I think some kinda sequrity guardpony? At least that’s what I think because, I see him walk around the house often with a gun on his side and talking on his phone with a pony I know as “Uncle Jojo”. He not my real uncle but he treat me like his niece all the same. Anyways, daddy sometimes comes home at night with preseants for me and mommy. Like last weak, he came home with a new wagon for me and a pretty necklace(mommy helped me write that word) for mommy. Sometimes….daddy comes home looking madder than a bull in a red fightin’ ring. Those nights, I know to stay away from both mommy and daddy. At least...until mommy says it’s ok for me to come out my room. Not all the time do we have food to eat and that makes everypony crankie. Okay, I gotta go now. Mommy’s callin’ me for dinner. Wonder what it is tonight?
Love,
Wind Chyme (Age 5)

P.S.: My full name is Windy Nichole Chyme and I LOVE my "bubby" (he's my stuffed bear)!!!

Entry #002

Dear Diary,

It’s been a while hasn’t it? Haha. Well...I suppose I should get the bad news out the way first. Last night...last night was one of those bad nights and….I didn’t get out of the way fast enough. So now I got a black eye. At least it’s not too bad. My teachers and friends probably won’t notice tomorrow when I go. When I woke up this morning, daddy came in and scooped me up in his strong hooves and just held me for a while. Stroking my mane and saying he was sorry for what he did. Then he took me and mommy to our favorite diner for breakfast. He even let me order for myself, fron the Grown-up menu and everything! That was so cool and I ate it all! Later on, we went to the park for a couple hours. It was fun. Mama looked silly trying to ride the rocking critters that are for ponies my size. Daddy and I laughed so hard at that. After that we had dinner at a nice restaurant that had my favorite dessert: Cannoli! Ooohhh! It was good. When we got home, mama ran my bath and helped me get cleaned up. Now I’m laying down and daddy just left for “work” so mama had to read me my bedtime story. I asked her to let me rite this before I go to sleep. Well, I gotta go now, time to go to bed.
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 5 and a half tomorrow!)

P.s.: Bubby said good night too!

Entry #003

Dear Diary,

It’s my BIRTHDAY!!! I’m another year older now and today was...in a word: AWESOME! You’ll notice how my writing iss getting alot better. Well….okay, I’m still working on it, but it’s a whole bunch better. That’s what school's for and speaking of school I...may or may not have gotten into some trouble recently with another filly in my class. See her dad and my dad...they don’t exactly get along with their work. With that in mind, me and her...kinda got into a fight. Just because she called my dad a thief. He’s not a thief! At least...I don’t think so. Anyways so, we fought and it got real serious to te point where I punched her so hard, I knocked on of her teeth loose. To say my mama was mad when she found out would be a lie. She was furious! I almost got my birthday party cancelled because of that meanie! Though, dadda pulled me aside to tell me he was proud of how I stood up for my family (even if I had to fight to do it) and that he’d talk to mama about my party. Well it apears that talk worked because I’m about to make my grand entrance at my party in a few minutes while all my friends and classmates wait downstairs with my “uncles” “aunties” and play cousins as well as my actual family. I’m SOOOO excited!! I can hardly stay still while mama checks me over to make sure I look great! Okay okay. I gotta go now. It’s time for me to have a perfect night! Wish me luck, diary!
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 6!)

P.S.: Stuff I got for my birthday:
A camera
A dollhouse
Some new dolls
3 new dresses
Some shoes
A HUGE teddy bear
A videocassette player
Marevel's Avengers: Ultimate War on tape
Some comics
A saphire necklace
A new Batmane bedspread.

Entry #005

Dear Diary,

Today….t-today is not a good day. Mama’s not coming home. “Auntie” Harley said mama has something called brain cancer. I dunno what that is but the way she said it was kinda scary. She sounded so sad. I went to the hospital with her and mama didn’t look like mama. She looked so sick. She was pale, but when she saw me, she smiled so big! It made me sad to see her like this. Daddy was still at work so he didn’t visit her or come home that night, so I stayed with “Auntie” Harley (she not my real auntie, she my mama's best friend) for the night and she let me eat ice-cream on her pull-out couch bed! That was cool I guess. I can’t help but worry for my mama though diary.

I do got some good news though! I made a new friend at school! Her name’s Stormy Night. She’s a cross-breed between a Bat Pony and a Pegasus. She’s my age and really funny! She even shared some of her lunch with me because I didn't have a lunch today (forgot to make myself one last night). She’s cool and she even showed me some flight tricks she’s been working on. I showed her a trick I’ve perfected on my skateboard. I asked her why both her parents were bat ponies, but she’s only half bat pony. She told me that her mama got into some trouble before she was born and got hurt bad. Soon enough her mama was pregnant with her (and yes, I know what “to be pregnant” means. It’s when a grown mare grows a foal in her tummy. My aunt Twister told me that when she was having my baby cousin last year). She told me the stallion that hurt her mama was a Pegasus. I’m glad she has her parents who are nice. I met them a couple days ago when they was dropping Stormy off at school. Okay I got off topic talkin’ about Stormy. My mama has to stay in the hospital for a lot longer than we thought. Daddy’s barely been home. If he’s not at “work” than he’s at the hospital or out with some of my “uncles”. When he is home, he barely pays attention to me anymore. I hope things get better soon. I gotta go now. I gotta do my homework than eat dinner.
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 6 and a half)

P.S.: Math is hard! Why does it exist?!

Entry #010

Dear Diary,

As quickly as it began, school is done for the summer! Thank Faust for that! My grades were stellar! Almost all “A”s (I had like 2 “B”s)! When I got home on my last day, dad was there. At first, I flinched as I approached him with my report card in my hoof. He looked nicer than usual. He greeted me with a smile. An actual smile diary! That’s something I hadn’t seen him do in a long time. So he asked me how my day was and I told him about it and mentioned my report card. When he asked to see it, I (very apprehensively) hoofed it to him. What came next shocked me so much! He scooped me up like when I was younger and gave me a big hug. Told me he loved me and that he was sorry for how he’d been acting over the past 2 years. So when he saw that my grade point average said “3.8” he was happy. So happy that he insisted that we celebrated. He told me to get dressed in one of my real pretty dresses and call up whatever friend I wanted because we were going out to eat. I was confused because we barely had enough bits this month to pay rent and groceries. Much less on gas, electricity and cable/internet.

While I questioned that in my head, I wasn’t about to let a situation like this go unnoticed! So I ended up calling Stormy and Lightning up and after some parental talks and pick-ups, we were off to my favorite place on Equus: “Chazz E. Cheeser’s”. Perfect way to celebrate a great report card and getting Honor Roll for the 2nd time this school year (which I told dad on the way there)!

Things were FUN! I beat dad in ski ball and we all had pizza and ice-cream. Lightning had won like 5 rounds of one of those racing games and had enough tickets to get a light up musical ring that was worth 700 tickets...which he gave to me (only because I gave him half of my bag of gummy worms). I ended up setting a new record on one of the dance games they had there and, combined with the 600 tickets I collected from a few hours of ski ball, I had enough for the ultimate prize: A giant stuffed dolphin which was like 1000 tickets! Stormy only had 800 tickets and got herself a lava lamp and a smaller stuffed dolphin. Now I’m heading to bed with Bubby and my new dolphin. Wonder what I’m gonna name her (and yes, my dolphin is a girl)? Goodnight diary.
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 7 and 1/2)

P.S.: I now have a name for the dolphin. Diary, meet Cheyenne!