Those six ponies and a dragon.
Six Ponies and a dragon.
By LePoneh
I stared around the room, my hands at my hips in a ‘let’s see’ fashion. This was it, the house was empty and my 13-year-old mind was racing with thoughts as it picked up every last detail of the room I was in. My eyes drifted from the cupboard to the sofa and then, to the bunk bed. Finally, my eyes stopped wandering and just looked on at the structure before them. I sighed as my focus went to the duvet cover. There was only one thing that came to mind as I stared at it. My little pony. I stared at it for a while and as I did so, it felt like each pony on it was staring at me, right into my soul. I quickly turn away and head for the door, focusing on the noise from the television in the other room. Maybe some tv would ease me. Then it would be easier to do what I needed to do.
I stepped into the kitchen which was, conveniently, attached to the living room. Again I looked around catching every last detail. Then I looked at the, in my opinion, massive curved tv sitting on its table by the sidewall. I had heard it in the other room, the sound of those voices, but I promptly ignored it and now I was staring right at it. Six multicoloured ponies and a dragon were present on the screen, each with hopeful looks as another, significantly larger, pony spoke. As soon as said pony finished the other six gathered into a hug. The tv froze. No music, no nothing. Just the six ponies. I let out a frustrated shout and stormed out of the room. It’s like they were following me everywhere! I made a sharp turn into the corridor and bashed into a door. I looked up and saw the exit of our flat. I sighed and turned around only to be met by a black shelf. I looked up. Why? I don’t know. Or maybe I do. Maybe because for years I always stared up. To see the same things waiting on the top shelf for me. The same six ponies and a dragon.
I had always been a collector of plushies. I loved them to the core. No matter how old I got, plushies would always find a way into my heart. Because of this not really an obsession but let’s just call it an obsession, I literally jumped at the chance to own plushies of those six ponies and a dragon. I’ve owned them for years. Years of fun, years of laughter, years of not feeling alone. Right now though, all I felt was a searing pain in my chest at the sight of them all. When I finally tore my eyes away from them I subconsciously knelt down and pulled out a box from the bottom shelf. The box of items I collected. On the bottom were some knick-knacks I owned but the top was what mattered. On the top lay several multicoloured ponies. Several multicoloured creatures. Then, in the middle of it all lay them. Six ponies and a dragon. I pushed the box back and walked into my parents room, my face slamming onto the bed as my legs dangled off it. I closed my eyes in a hopeless attempt to drift off to sleep. As my eyes shut, all I could see was them. Six ponies and a dragon.
I let out a loud groan as I lifted my head up and toward the clock hanging on the wall. One o’clock. Two hours till anyone returned. I carefully lay my head back onto the bed, still staring at that clock. That god damned clock. It ticked. Tick, tick, tick. I stared at it, imagining if it could talk. It mocked me. “Some teenager you are.” It said. “Can’t even grow up.” It finished, before the face disappeared, leaving the clock. That god damned clock. I knew to lay there wasn’t gonna get me anywhere so I got up and went back to the living room where, to my delight, a line of adverts were playing on the tv. Thank god for that really, I doubt I would’ve been able to handle anymore. I watched as the adverts played along before being interrupted by a ding coming from the direction of my phone.
Slowly, I picked it up to notice several notifications on the screen. A message from my mother, some notifications from games, YouTube and some good old news. Quickly I went through the notifications and somehow ended up on google. I shrugged and started scrolling through the news on the front page. I immediately stopped upon seeing something about the show. Faster than I ever had before, I clicked it, opening it up and reading. Clip shows. I had heard of those before. Something to do with the finale. I kept reading until I had reached the end. Saving it as it’s dying. That’s all they were trying to do. It was over though, nothing would stop that, be it in between clips or a whole ‘nother show, it’s time had passed and we need to accept that, not milk it of its glory. I sighed closing my phone and leaving it on charging. My mind finally going back to the subject that started this all...
What should I do?
It’s over and I’ve accepted that. I am sad like all are but I’ve got to move on. It will always have a place in my heart but I’ve got a life and I need to live it. The problem, though, is the stuff I’ve got. The stuff that will make it even harder to tear away. What to do with it. To do with myself. Let’s stick with all the stuff for now. I could give throw it away. Let it end up somewhere and be none of my concern. I could give it to charity. Feel good about it going to people who need it. I could keep it. No, no I can’t. It’ll just make me cling onto everything. Sighing again, I left my mind wander. Maybe I’ll find solace in where it ends up.
Weird. Friendless. Odd. Awkward. Alone. I was never anyone popular. Never and still am not. I either stuck to myself or to a group of friends who appreciated me for me. It was myself for the majority of primary though. Alone with mostly a hula hoop for company. Me in my own world. Running away with my imagination. Running away to my happy place. Running away to My Little Pony. Whether it be looking back on show episodes or making up my own, it always made me happier than anyone else in the playground, not that they knew. At home, I found friendship in the plushies I owned. The plushies of them. They made me happy. They were a shoulder to cry on, a group that would listen, a group that wouldn’t judge. They were my friends, real or no. They were my very best friends, whether they knew it or not.
I facepalmed as I came back to reality. Never let my mind wander when I’ve got problems is gonna be a wonderful addition to my mental list. My eyes went to the tv again, and I saw them. Six ponies and a dragon. Together. Not letting each other meet their ends alone. Despite watching this several times, I couldn’t help but smile when they realise that someone saved them. As the creatures start confusing the baddies. As their whisked of today safety. Together. I looked at it all then started to think. They’ve been there for me when times were tough. They made me happy. Their presence made me feel like I wasn’t alone anymore. They’ve done so much for me and I’m willing to throw them out just because the show is over. I let out a dry chuckle. I’ve gone low. I looked up to see them again. A bright smile graced my lips as I watched the rainbow. No matter how old I get, I’ll never be too old for them.
For those six ponies and a dragon.
Author's Note
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Out of pure honesty I don’t know what this is. I didn’t know what to put it as. It’s not really that sad. It’s a human perspective of feelings after the show ended. I mostly used my feeing and wrote this. It lacks editing so please point out mistakes. Criticism is appreciated. Enjoy!
