Tommy Lawrence Swan was depressed. After four long years of being friends with a group, they all decided to cut him out of their lives forever, and he was hurt. He had cursed them, as they seemed to have been planning this for a while, even though they were friendly with him a few days prior to that.

The feelings hurt. He hurt. But he only hurt now, because he was bleeding out at the wrists, dried tears upon his hollow face. It's been two months since then, and he hadn't been able to eat, sleep, or do much of anything anymore, as he hadn't been able to get any money to get himself out of his predicament.

Slowly, his vision dimmed, until he was almost completely out. He heard a voice. His eyes panned over to the voice's origion, and that's when he saw his creation. He's had fantasies about being brought to the pony world before, but recently, he hasn't had time, or the money to do so, so he was surprised.

"Y... You're going to be okay! Hold on, for me, alright? We're... We're going home.", Spoke his creation, tears in her eyes, as she pulled him into a tight embrace. His vision kept darkening, blurring.

And then..... Light.

{Warning- Contains mentions of Suicide, Suicide itself, And some real world issues. I... Can't say I haven't thought about it recently. I was hurtful with my words after finding out what the people who I thought were my friends did, and while I regret saying the things I did, I can't help but think maybe they were right. What if I was a toxic friend? But at the same time, I can't excuse them either, they were pretty toxic too. Even still, though, it's too late, anyways. So... I hope you enjoy my story. I'm just going to try and do what I do best, writing stories to get through my pain.}