Just Another Day.

by aNewJesus

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Sad, Romance, Adventure, Crossover
Length: 1010

Jade Railen begins another day as a depressed brony. He has contemplated suicide and one thing keeps him alive today. Soon, his life changes

There will be sex and very minor gore later on. Also, I am 14 so pardon any mistakes and CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM is helpful. And 80% of details in Chapter 1 are based off of my life. I lived in Upstate NY, I kinda look like that guy in the picture(moar blue :P) and some of these events are based of of true events.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2011-12-23 08:29:01 UTC

Morning Already?

Twas a normal day in upstate New York; cold and damp. I went about my usual morning routine: shower, comb my hair, eat breakfast; just a normal day I thought.

“Jade! Where are my keys!” my mother, Kristine, shouted from downstairs

I immediately sprung for the keys that I had laid on my end table the previous night.

“Coming mom!” I hollered down the brown carpeted stairs half haphazardly, nearly tripping halfway down.

I had immediately came around the corner of the stairs and ran towards the kitchen running avoiding the catastrophe that I would be scolded for trying to clean. “Organized chaos” she says. I have lived in this same house for nearly 17 years and I can't seem to recall the color of the carpet. The wood? I don't remember anymore. I went back upstairs to my room, the only room(excluding my bathroom) that was upstairs and launched my face directly into my large stock pile of pillows. I honestly don't know why I even get up in the morning. That's when It hit me.

I immediately pulled my laptop away from my end table and set it on my bed, being sure to leave space for it to cool; It overheats on a regular basis. I had left Google Chrome open the previous night, checking all of the best websites before bed: Facebook, Equestria Daily, MyLittleBrony. The usual. I had skipped passed that, disregarding the 14 Facebook notifications that were asking, no, begging to be checked and opened up my media player. I went and I opened the first episode I saw: Dragonshy. One of my personal favorite episodes. I have seen it about 6 times already but I couldn't seem to get enough of the shy, pink and yellow pegasus, Flutterhsy. Then again, who couldn't? This is the one thing in life that I stayed for. If not for My Little Pony, and especially Fluttershy I wouldn't be here today. I jumped and immediately paused the episode when I heard yelling. Being all the way up-stairs, It was somewhat hard to hear over the tiny net book speakers.

“Jade!” Kristine shouted “I'm going out, I'll be back soon. Your dad's keys are on the counter.”

I honestly had no idea why she still called him my father. He left me and my mother a few months back in a drunken rage. He had come and picked up some essentials but left the piece of crap car, which I received as an early birthday present from my mom. I decided I needed to get out of the house. Being that I have no friends, I didn't exactly have many choices.

I looked in the mirror to try and make myself look presentable, where ever I was going I wanted to look decent. I looked into the still misty mirror and wiped away an area to see my face. I had a Shane Dawson-eske hair style but it was blonde and blue. It was all blue at one point but it faded. I moved down to my white/pink, freckly face. I could never tan, just more freckles and sunburns. My eyebrows were still a dirty blonde and my eyes a piercing blue. I looked farther down, wiping more steam from the mirror. I was a little overweight but also a pretty strong guy. Though, I managed to look much better with my choice of clothes. Though I was always sweaty, I always looked good. After deciding I looked presentable, I grabbed my favorite CD and head for the car.

No Fear

I fumbled with the keys, trying to find the correct one to open the truck. It wasn't a 'pretty' truck. It was white, rusty, and had terrible mileage; but it got me from point A to point B, and that was all I asked..

After several minutes of fumbling with the mess of keys I mad managed to open the door. The interior was just as bad as the exterior. Ripped up, unconformable brown leather, exposing the foam inside; a slightly lighter brown covering the walls. And worst of all, there were many wires under the dashboard, I may be a computer geek, but I know nothing of cars. These wires seem to lead nowhere but for my own safety, I let them be, only touching the ones needed for the recently installed radio; the only thing worth stealing from this car.

After the seamlessly effortless start of the car, I popped the CD into the radio and hit play.

“What is this place, filled with so many wonders...”

I know it was weird but this was my favorite CD, filled with all of the tracks from the show. I never left home without it. Though, I always kept the volume down. You wouldn't believe the looks on peoples faces when your listening to music intended for an 8 year old girl.

I was startled by the sudden red and blue lights as I whizzed passed the other cars. I already had quite the driving record for a man of 20. I was a good driver, yes, but I loved the rush of speeding down the road as fast as humanly possible. I wasn't getting caught today. As soon as the lights had started to come closer and closer to the rear of my car, I panicked. I took a sharp turn left, taking several fliers with me. The back of the truck swerved on the slightly icy road, I started to lose control and again, panicked. I jerked the steering wheel left and right, a futile attempt at correcting the car. And, at that very moment, I turned up the radio. Pinkie Pie's No Fear song was playing. I let go of the wheel, a put my head back, took a deep breath, and then, nothing. I couldn't feel a thing, I couldn't see, but I could hear the noises of the outside world face away.

As the last of my consciousness slipped away, I though to myself,  “No Fear... Thank you Pinkie.”