Author's Note

Been a blast writing this down.

Prepare for the next previous chapters. It’s an adventure fic for a reason.

Also action. Prepare for that.

Take care y’all.

Continue The Path We Took

In just a week’s notice, I was out.

Sure, it was costly. Even though I was discharged quiet early, way so than any other person with a concussion, plus broken arms and legs, I still couldn’t walk properly. So, a wheelchair was the only solution. I didn’t really like it that much, to be honest. The metal handle was rusted, so does the rest of the handicap helper. The wheels offer a loud ass screeching sound that when amplified for a day or so, can provide a sever case of tinnitus, and it always stutters. Like, always. Don’t even let me talk about it.

The way home was a bit more awkward than I imagined. We all had to cramp our bodies inside Fluttershy’s car, which was a small Cooper, mind you, plus me with this unbearable wheelchair. It took quite the time and the hassle, but with enough effort, we squeezed our little bodies inside the small red beetle like car and drove off, to where I don’t know.

Inside, there was no confrontation, nor was there any contact, either verbally or physically. My guess was that the tension was high, and I would be more right than ever. They just lost a part of me. Part that I don’t even know of, and part that I can’t feel sympathy for. I keep my mouth shut, and let the music of the radio drown me away from the scenario.

I don’t know how long exactly we were in that small cramped car, probably long, but I’m not certain. The sound of the music, the harmony of the outside world, kept away by the glass windshield, the cars breezing right beside us. It all helps me keep my calm. Their calm. For a while, I ignored the reality around me, and gazed upon the beauty of the world, truly an amazing scene it is. For once, I get the gut feeling coming inside of me. It rings from the top of my head, all the way through the entire system. I sense it, and yet can’t comprehend.

‘I want to let go.’

Just to go out of the tension around, to be free of the past that I don’t even hold recognition to. I’m tied, shackled upon the events behind me, one that I don’t know, and don’t care. All I want is freedom. Away from despair. From necessity. But I can’t. If I let go now, I will be alone. Lonely. Just a soul wondering about with nothing to do and nowhere to go. I can’t let that happen. Then all of my life would be for nothing. The general effort of surviving is wasted, all like that. I’ve come a long way. I can’t let it all be.

After how long I don’t know, we finally reach the point of our destination. To my left, is a small red house, puny from all of the others from the residential, and far dimmer than any other house I’ve encountered up to date. Sure enough, it was little. The only homes I’ve seen were the ones next to the road, during our little journey. The blinds are open for the whole world to see the inside, which to my surprise, had furniture. Such a mellow house, yes, but I didn’t think somebody would live here.

We open the doors and reluctantly let ourselves out from the Cooper and directed our orientation to the small home I’ve just mentioned. I, for one, peculiar. Why here? These girls seem like they’re in the assistance of parents, and of course they have money. This looks like the average old Joe’s drug lab. How I know that joke, I’d care less. Up front at the porch lies a mailbox, seemed like beaten up and battened. To be fair, it got far more damage than my body. Just.

I raise my voice in question of authority. And sarcasm.

“Who’s house...is this?”

They raise an eyebrow, either offended or not. Sunset was quick to reply however.

“Mine. Well, it’s yours too. A part of it.”

This time, I raise my eyebrow.

“It’s a long story.”

Yeah, that’s acceptable. I mean, it’s useless to tell it now, or anytime later, taking the fact that I might not even know what they’re talking about. I lost my memory, after all. It’s common in any situation. The red mellow house I continued to stare.

“So, I guess we enter?”

“We’re just gonna drop you here. Nothing much.”

“Huh.”

And so, they wave their goodbyes, and entered the Cooper yet again. The engine rumbles to life with a loud burst, and off they go. I wave silently at them, making sure my straight face doesn’t make a sympathetic look. The last thing I want them to do is to make them even more worried. I sank their hearts deep, and it’s something I don’t even recall. Better not do it more.

I spin around, a screech echoing while at it, and gazed upon Sunset’s dim house. She goes over to the front wooden door, and reaches down her pocket, grabbing a key out. She unlocks the door, and invites me in. I reluctantly followed through, avoiding the patches of grass. Wheels and grass don’t mix, y’know. Especially when it’s long, like in this case. I’d appreciate me not to trip face first, 180 angle due to uncut leaves. That’s just damn embarrassing.

I make my way to the door, and set my eyes upon the inside of the living quarters. It’s insanely small, only filled with a white rag, 2 mediocre sized brown sofas. A small glass countertop sit nicely at the middle, creating a sense of harmony. A TV hangs up front of me, looking minuscule. The walls are all painted in a way that makes it feel enclosed, even though it shouldn’t. The light shade of white blue really does make the living quarters small. Next to my left behold the kitchen. To be fair, is shouldn’t even be called a kitchen. The only things there is just a small table and chair, and a fridge. Not to forget a marble tabletop, with a basket of fruit being displayed.

Just because some fruit are showed to the people who enter, it doesn’t make it a good house. It’s still mellow. I open my mouth to speak, or better yet, to evaluate.

“Cool house.” I grinned, with a hint of sarcasm in my choice of words.

“Oh, y’know. Haven’t cleaned up in a long time.” She mumbles, probably to fast for my ears, all while waving her hand up.

Something about her words makes me shiver a little. She sounds too easy. Too...simple. No sense of despair or non tranquility inside of her voice, as if it was pitch perfect. Hell, too perfect. She gets out her sentence in a snap, like second nature, yet still keeping her calm. It’s not just her speaking, too. Back in the car, she seemed so relaxed, so vague. Like she doesn’t give a damn. She just keeps her head cupped to her arms during the ride back home, looking over to the right side of the scenery around.

“Don’t be that stoic. I can take it.” I muster off, head down fuck, arms crisscrossed together. She gives me a look, that devilish stare that could just make any person feel agitated. And she nails it head on. All before she sighs, and turns her head down.

“It’s not just because of you. It’s for my sake, too.”

“What, are you talking about?”

She takes a deep breath, and sighs again. This time, deeper.

“I’ve handled a lot of things before. Hard things. Things that, in your state, I’m sure that you won’t understand. You just being here is already hurting. You remind me of it.”

She continues with a heavy heart.

“I’ve lost a lot in my life, but losing you? I can’t. It’s just to much.”

The tingling sensation comes back, and I answer her statement by gut force. Not that I want to, but because I can.

“Let me guess. Humiliation.”

She raises an eyebrow straight to me.

“Humiliation for something that you can’t control. Or yet, something you tried to, but failed. You tried to be the best, climb the ever so high mountain and gaze upon the weaklings below, desperately trying to achieve the same level of accomplishment. That failed. You stumbled, and down you go. You also made a promise to yourself not to lose me next, but that went afar. You’ve humiliated yourself for something that you promised to your own self. Isn’t that right?”

A bead of tear flows from the eyes of Sunset. The eyes of somebody that I see as fiery and judgemental, even if I just met her about a week or so, has now done a complete 180.

“Y-yes. How did you know?”

“A thought in my head.”

I continue.

“Look, there’s nothing to be worried about. We’re all friends here. You, me, them. Be open. React. Don’t be stoic. Release it. That’s what friends are for, right?”

She looks up to me, arms wrapped and head filled with dope.

“Are they? Do they?”

“I don’t know about them, but you can trust me. As much as I trust you all.”

A long haul of silence, and a sentence afterwards breaks the accord. Sunset lunges towards me cobra fast, hugging me tight, weeping and sobbing, shockingly morbid it sounds. She says nothing except for two words.

“Thank you.”

“Your welcome.”