just my little pink pony

I live a happy life, dull most of the times, but happy anyways. I have never been a subject of ridicule by the general media mainly because I keep to myself, Like a ghost to the public I walk alone the beaten path which is my life. No one truly loved me, physically maybe but not mentally not with their heart, the only people who ever loved me where my family. They would always help me with my problems with all the power they had in their body, whether it small or big, but alas like every happy thing in my life they too have left, when my mother and father died my sister’s and I were devastated, mainly me because they were what kept me going but my sister’s just dealt with it and moved on.

I still live in my parents house now don’t think its a bad place, it maybe old but it ain’t too shabby. The house lays in a decent neighbourhood where people keep to themselves just how I like it. My sister told me not to wallow in the past they told me to be happy and live life to the fullest because life is a party, I tried to act happy but it never felt right not until my friend told me about “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic”. I have never seen such a happier place with my eyes, all the bright colors and and all the magic. I got hooked to the show faster then a drug addict can get hooked on crack.

Out of the main six my favorite was pinkie pie, she was always happy and ready to make new friends it always reminded me how I used to act when I was a child, I wanted to be like her I wanted to be happy like she was but I knew that would never happen. I was a broke down shell of a man who doesn't even have the courage to make his own life better. I worked at a decent job with alright pay and okay coworkers they would leave me alone when I told them too and they respected it. I walked down the street to my house like always but I felt that today something was going to happen I didn't know why but I did when I got home i saw that one of my neighbor’s was moving I said my goodbyes them and went back to my house and stayed looking out the window watching the only neighbor I talked to leave. When they left I saw that one of their boxes fell of the moving truck I decided to go get the box because, hey free stuff is free stuff. I noticed that the box had a lock when I brought back inside my house.

I wanted to know what was in the box badly I kept thinking about the possible things that could be in the locked box. I couldn't wait any longer I wanted what was in the box but I was too tired I decided to break the lock with a hammer and call it a night. When I got to bed I only slept for a few minutes till I started to hear crying, I got out of bed trying to find where the noise was coming from, it took me about two seconds to find where the noise was coming from, it was coming from the box that my neighbor dropped. The cry it self sounded like that of a small child, I thought that maybe in the box there was a child's toy making the noise boy was I wrong. What was in the box was what looked like a small pink horse,my mind went blank. I did not have time to think or say anything, instantly I remember reading the story my little dashie Written by ROBCakeran53 and how he raised his little pony, I thought to myself “have I finally went insane or am I drunk” I ended up just thinking both where the problem.