It could be tomorrow, why hold onto sorrow? Simply enough, nobody understood, nobody could hold onto her thoughts long enough.

If only someone, human or pony, could look her in the eyes. But how could they?

Especially when she's being made a fool of. She could not get lost in thought, no, her mane was being pulled. Celestia was being yanked to a wall by the man she despised. The infamous Caleb.

She tried to keep her calm and simply just pull away, walk away, something! Anything! Someone, please! Please.

"Aghh!--" Her voice cracked and croaked, her heartbeat was speeding rapidly, yet she held onto her hope she could just run. Maybe if she screamed loud enough someone would just pull her away. Today wasn't the day to smile and wave like a prissy princess and take it.

No, it was not.

The scratches on her pretty white face showed Caleb's boiling anger.

"C'mon, gonna' fight back? I knew it, you're all bark and no bite. You're a lil' princess who expects to be treated a certain way, huh? Princess Tia." She felt mocked and violated. "Okay, fine, I might just let the princess go..." She didn't like that nickname, 'princess', it made her feel weak even though she considered herself rather strong.

"... Let me go then, and my name is Celestia you blind swine." Celestia snapped back, she hated using rude language, but was this a moment to be smart and cater to his ego? She taught herself to. She taught herself to wear a smile. But now?

She wouldn't let this cocky-egotistical man have his way.

"Only if you beg, and be nice." Caleb's tone of voice practically made rage boil within Celestia. Her whole persona of the perfect little pony had slipped and regretfully, anger won her over.

"Sure Caleb, I'll beg." Suddenly a laugh let out. Before she knew it, she tracked his facial features, and soon enough her blood was rushing. Celestia took the moment when his face contorted in surprise, his facial features showing bewilderment.

Soon enough -- her forelegs lifted from their resting state and gave him a hard kick in a sensitive area of his. There were upsides to being a pony, a sharp kick that most couldn't manage was one of the upsides. She dwelled in her glory when he crunched down to the ground in pain.

"Ha!--..." She began to walk in triumph to her automobile. That's when his cries of pain brought her to a halt. It was a slight wailing, and as much as she loved overpowering him the morals she bestowed upon herself made guilt course through her.

"...Wait," Her voice was almost a whimper, his eyes viciously darted up to her. His eyes ran all over her white coat up to her bright and eyes that windowed guilt, he took note her flowing mane was a knotty mess now, a sparkling and still rather elegant knotted disaster.

"... You've already made your fucking point clear!" His voice dripped with malicious intent, his body posture showed that he was trying to hide his still numbing pain. "I'm out," He finally said after a silent moment.

"I'm sorry ..."

Why was SHE sorry? He should be the sorry one! Why can't she be a fighter? She certainly was, but only for others, but when it came to defending herself and beholding pain on others she found herself at a nervous loss.

He paused.

"You better be."

"Where the HELL have you been?" Celestia's eyes were puffy, had she been crying? "... Celestia?" Amanda raised an eyebrow.

"Forget about it, I'll g-get the house clean tomorrow, I promise Amanda. I'm so sorry," Celestia's said with a weak voice, she was practically trembling, she could barely look at herself in the mirror.

Amanda found herself hiding in her room, away from the drama scene out there.

Why did Celestia finally let them get to her?

It's because things build-up, you know. Being strong for everyone but yourself doesn't always pay off. She felt sorry for not being able to laugh much, she wanted to party, and love, be an air-headed teen who had fun.

It wasn't too late, but why did it feel too late?

Maybe if she was born somewhere else, she could be happy. She could wake up in the morning holding someone who wasn't a pillow, why couldn't she be content? Was it her fault? Would someone ever see her as more?

If so, where are you? I'd do anything for you.

That was her only thought, she plopped on the couch, and pulled the pillow close. It felt like the most comforting thing in the entire world.

"It'll be okay, it'll be okay."

"Stop crying, you have to be strong."

"I want to go home!"

But she was home. She was at home on her couch crying like a loser. Where else could she go? Nowhere else put a roof over her head. She let the TV turn on, but instead of watching, she fantasized.

A man, a human or pony, would dance with her and help her study. He could be whoever, looks didn't matter to her, he just had to care about who she was and have a good heart. Was that cliche? Of course. It so happens she was never too picky, even before she knew she was outcasted.

A lovely family she could support and dream for, a sister younger than Celestia would be adorable too. She would be her backbone and wing woman. That'd be rather fun.

She would love to be a leader, of anything really, she was always good at debating and leading clubs in Middle to High School, it was natural for her, despite her leadership skills it didn't gain her many friends.

That's okay.

It was always okay.

She's alive, right? What more could someone ask for? Some people had it worst, what are your problems? Why whine? Her own mind was her venting area, she hoped she wouldn't break down over it again. Though she still felt the hot stains of tears stroll down her cheek.

She did not know why she was crying, it just felt right. In all her fantasies, only one thing was most important.

Someone, anyone whether it be platonic or romantic, pony or human just to tell her...

"I love you."

Just this time she wouldn't wake up.

Author's Note

sorry for the short chapter, i'm going on vacation to finish the rest of summer vacation there! hope ya don't mind