Glass Never Breaks in Equal Shards

Earlier today, Walker had quite a confrontation. That's the nice way to put it. Pinkie was scared for him. He was brought back home by an officer, with his hooves covered in blood, in cuffs! The police officer just saw the last couple seconds of it. Walker had "the right to remain silent" at the moment. He wasn't threatened with jail. He could have been. But he was quite lucky. Pinkie attempted to sort it out. It didn't take long. She bugs bunny'd the officer. She has skills at that.

"So......What...Happened?" Pinkie said. It sure took a minute to get out. She didn't know what to make out of this. Walker sighed heavily, and began to speak. "This big dude, threatened to beat me up and such. I tried to ignore him, but he made fun of my mom...Usually, that shouldn't hurt. But my mom is dead. And I mentioned that. And he laughed, and insulted my mom's death...It infuriated me. So I let my hooves do the talking. I let out years of anger that was just waiting to explode...I just...." Walker began to weep. He tried not to think about his mom. When he did, he always got emotional. Pinkie went to his side of the table they were sitting at, and hugged him real tight. He wept for a few minutes. "Maybe you should take a nap, and just relax in your room or something...You won't be allowed back there for awhile." Walker released the embrace. He wiped his eyes. "okay...I'll be in my room I guess"

Walker closed the door,  and sat on his bed. He thought....and thought...and thought deeply about his life, and his possible future....and what might happen, and what if this? And what if that? He mourned on everything he possibly could to strike sorrow into his soul. He wanted to just end it all...just DIE... He put his head down on his pillow, and tried to sleep. Before he knew it, he was awake again. It was like he just blinked, and time went by. He looked at the clock. 1:08 AM. "Geez.. No guitar I guess....I don't want to wake Pinkie..."

His stomach growled. "Midnight snack, I guess." He looked in the his mirror, and brushed his mane....Something looked different though....He turned his lamp on to be sure... His eyes....They weren't aqua-marine....They were dark blue. "That's weird....My eyes don't change color..." He told himself quietly. He managed to get a snack from downstairs, and go back to bed.

The next day, he saw something on the news. "Local middle school student beats bully mercilessly." He knew that was him.  Apparently someone recorded a video of it. He looked at himself. And...He noticed something else....His eyes...They were blood red. "What?" He thought. Pinkie walked in the room. "Hey Walker!" She started with a morning greeting, but noticed something different. "Have your eyes always been violet colored?" Walker was puzzled. "So, it's not just me seeing it." He said. "Pinkie, can you hand me a mirror?" Walker asked. "Sure, here" He looked...They WERE violet purple. "Wait...... During the day I was cuffed, my eyes were red, apparently, when I woke up from my nap yesterday, they were dark blue...Now there PURPLE! What's going on?" Walker was confused. "Wait a minute....Like my Pinkie sense..." Walker didn't know what she meant. "Pinkie sense? what's that?" Pinkie realized she hasn't needed it recently. "I can sense the future, by hints that my body gives me....My tail twitches when something is about to fall, my right ear flops when I have to say goodbye to somepony... There's some more, but you get the point" Walker thought for a second. It didn't make sense. No future was needed to be told he was doing everything RIGHT then when his eyes changed. "My natural eye color is aqua-marine...but that doesn't really help"

Pinkie made a conclusion, or so she thought, "Red. The color of anger....Dark blue, the color of deep depression" It clicked. "So, my eyes change color based on mood? But that doesn't exactly explain purple.... I was confused, but that's not exactly what the color means...." Pinkie thought about it as well. "Maybe your body just gives them a tone. If you have naturally aqua marine eyes, then your eyes probably get darker when your mood is darker...As for anger...Your never really physically angry. So, it could just be rage itself. Purple is an off color from your eyes. Maybe that's saying that you're unsure, so you're eyes aren't blue......Blue is probably definite.... meaning that if your unsure, or feel out of control, your eyes might be too...."

"It makes sense....But how did this happen?......." Walker investigated the thought a little more. "Wait....My mom told me that my eyes were brown when I was little....Therefore, dull, and not experienced...So, maybe aqua-marine just means neutral, somewhat long term sadness.....That period of my life is when they changed to aqua marine. Once I began to feel sadness. They were aqua marine when I was brought here yesterday right?" Walker tried to justify this. "Yeah." Pinkie replied quickly. "So, when the emotion changes, it immediately changes my eyes...Does it mean anything though?"

"My Pinkie sense seems silly to some people too. But there's times when I'm able to use it to my advantage. Maybe, It's for other people's advantage, to help you. Look at your eyes, and tell how you're feeling" Pinkie's right. That could be a good use, but not too much really.

Somehow, I'm discovering myself more and more.....But for what?.... Is there some higher purpose?