Apathy, thy Tragedy OLD

Chapter 1……. Where’s the road

Wafts of warm breath clawed at the cold air as the form of mist. Long roads sat abandoned and unused as a street light tried desperately to cling to life. Fog kissed the floor like a blanket covering the concrete ground. Leaves of many colors lay abandoned on the sidewalk as trees sat bare of all green.
Sitting at an old bus stop, a blond checked her phone. Little was happening of importance, which truly didn't surprise the blond. No life buzzing for her to find it, no friends calling for hangouts, nothing.

Staring at a picture of 5 girls, the blond-haired farmer sighed. She would be the first to admit she let her pride get to her during the weeks of the downfall. The friendship broke slowly, and the farmer felt all of it was her fault. But what was she to do? She was a kid, she was in pain. Who was she to call to?
It wasn't like she was waiting for a bus, the road was closed and mostly unused. This place was just somewhere she went to calm down, to relax, to mourn. It was the very place her parents died, and for some reason it made her feel safe to be there. Almost like the souls of her parents still lingered there, though that was a wish unlikely to come true.

The abandoned bus stop wasn't much to see, but it was comfy. An open area with a steady roof over its head could handle anything. A rock standing in denial of time. The wooden bench softened through time as it bent under any weight, but that was enjoyable for the farmer. Able to lay back and use her backpack as a pillow, she could sit there for hours.

And hours she had.

When her friend group broke up it made the farmer realize how little she actually had. She didn't have any friends outside of the group because of two cousins who just loved spreading rumors. She couldn't be mad at the cousins though… no, wasn't her place to be upset about it. At least that's how she felt.
Being a part of the group was possibly the only thing keeping kids from being disrespectful as well, which truly struck the farmer as odd. Yes, she was an outcast and far too eager to please, but she wasn’t stupid. Many students have tried to use her kindness for their benefit, only to pick and tease her when she denied it.
Lately, the farmer found herself sticking to shadows, trying to be as invisible as possible. Of course, she was never one for attention but now she loathed even the idea of it. In all honesty, the entire friendship breakup broke a bit of the farmer. She was already dealing with the loss of family, but then only a few days after the friend group began to shatter. And of course, it was her fault.

It was always her fault.

Though stubborn and prideful to the eye, the farmer did suffer from depression and loss. Being all too quick to blame and beat herself up over even simple things. However a mask of strength was light to hold, but it will never be real. The true strength that any can hold is themselves in troubles eye… her mother always told her that.

Laying back against the wooden bench, the farmer took a deep breath. Today was too much, this week was too much. It all was too much. She needed a break, a rest… she should go home.
Home.

Back to a household of mourning. A place of tears and uncertain fears. No, it no longer felt like home, it was the best she had.
Forcing her legs to move, the farmer sat up and grabbed her essentials. Heaving herself up the farmer tossed the backpack over her back, heading home in silence.

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Opening a creaking door, the blond stepped inside the dark house. She didn't bother to call out, she knew her brother was out and her grandma was asleep. The only possibility of life still wandering was her baby sister, who should be 3 years old.
Then again her sister was never one to stay in one place. Perhaps now she's somewhere off with her friends doing silly adventures. Whatever. At least she was having fun. That's frankly all that mattered to the farmer at the moment, her sister's happiness. Honestly, that's all she cared about, to begin with, other people. Sometimes she cared too much that would lead her to not help herself. A flaw she was all too willing to ignore about herself.

Walking up the screaming stairs and into her room, the farmer flopped on her bed. The fluffy blanket pulled her into a hug as the green painted walls sang of a better future for her. A window covered with blue curtains sat closed yet still glowed in the darkroom.
Pulling the blanket over her, the girl decided a nap was in due. Her chores were finished anyway… What was there to lose?

Taking a deep breath to relax herself the farmer drifted off into dreamland.

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A sharp pain hit the farmer's side as her eyes snapped open. Previously, she was dreaming of old times. Time with her parents she can only cherish. Memories of picnics, story times, shadow puppets and so much more than filled her childhood with light.
When a small sibling jumped on her chest is when her eyes were forced to open. A bright black sky dotted with little stars made to make wishes come true. The Cold air hits the window as if a zombie horde is trying to break in. long red locks of hair dangling in front of her face like a carpet of crimson wool. Her sister, the owner of the red locks, beamed in the bright light of the farmer's room.

“Applejack, Applejack!” The sister started before pausing with a sheepish grin, “sorry did I hurt you?”

“Ahm fine.'' Only once the farmer spoke did she realize her raspy tone.

“Ok good! Granny wanted me to make sure you're ok! You slept past breakfast and the weekend only lasts so long!” her sister happily explained.

“So you decided waking me up was the best way?” Applejack, the farmer, grumbled before pulling a pillow over her eyes.

“Come on sis, ever since what happened all you do is sleep and work! I wanted to talk to you…” there they were, the big eyes. Goddamn it.

Sighing and scratching her neck, the farmer bit back a tired yawn. Applejack soon attempted a smile and patted her sister on the head. Big orange eyes met her as the farmer soon forced herself to stand.

“Whatcha wanna do sugarcube…” Applejack started, quickly being cut off by an excited squeal.

“You wanna hang out?” Applebloom, the orange-eyed sister, jumped in place.

“Hmm, yah. What's the plan sugar?” Applejack smiled patiently, watching her sister's expressions change upon ideas thought of. Finally, after a few seconds, her sister grabbed AJs hand and pulled her outside of her room.

“Me and the cutie mark crusaders were planning on going to the park to fly kites! You should come- you might make new friends!” slipping her hand from her sister's grasp, Applejack watched as the little girl rushed downstairs to finish whatever food was on her plate.
Frankly, it surprised her how happy her sister was, sure she never knew the parents well, but still. They just died. Recently, the poor girl was healing faster than expected. Or was she hiding it?
Applejack found herself forced into the mother role when the parents' unexpected deaths took place. A bit of it angered the 14-year-old, she was so young. She didn't even know the first thing of parenting, and here… here she was. Her brother was working harder than ever to keep the bills paid, her grandma slowly slipping away to simple house chores. It was her job, her responsibility. Anything and everything that went wrong in Apple Bloom's life was now her fault, and she knew it.

Shaking her head to rid it of those thoughts, Applejack wandered downstairs to begin breakfast. Awaiting a long tumultuous day ahead of her.