Beep... Beep... Beep...

I've been hearing this beeping for many weeks, spending my days lying in my hospital bed. One month ago i could say i had friends, at least then i was thinking they were friends, i thought i was a average decent looking student straight C's or B's who maybe trusted his friends a little more than he should, and by that trust i ended in hospital with big hole in my stomach.

The footsteps coming towards my room unwinded my mind.

“Hey, I'm here to change your bandage" said the nurse, walking into my room. “Are you okay?” Her voice was weird as I was some sort of freak.

“Yeah, just thinking about something" I said awkwardly looking at her.

"All right, then let me check you" She then removed my previous bandage, exposing the scar on my abdomen. "The wound appears to be in good condition, and the doctor advised that you pack yourself for your discharge tomorrow morning" She smirked as she continued, "You can return to school and your life almost immediately."

"Oh that's good i guess, thanks." I thought, as if I had something to return to. My friend used a flip knife to stab me in the stomach. My already nonexistent reputation at school has gotten worse. As some would say, my dad and I are starting again by moving from Cloudsdale to Canterlot, leaving behind all we own, including the house that holds all of our memories of Mom and him. However, it didn't feel like a fresh start. I felt as though I was fleeing from everything that had occurred to me. Everything was gone, including my mother, the house, and the memories that would now follow me around forever. all as a result of my errors. I couldn't undo that mistake.

The beeping of the machines became a distant hum. My mind wandered back to the events leading up to this moment. How could I have been so naive? How could i not see it... One minute I was laughing with my ,,friends" joking around like everything was normal. Next thing that i remember was lying on the cold ground, clutching my stomach, feeling warmth—too much warmth—as blood poured from the wound my "friend" had given me.

"Okay everything is done. Do you need anything?" She asked, by now positively looking at me.

"No, everything's good," I replied, and then she left the room. How could I have been so naive? I never saw it coming. One minute I was laughing with my friends, joking around like everything was normal.I trusted him. I trusted all of them. But they weren’t friends, they were the kind of people who’d stab you in the back... or in this case stab deeply into to the stomach. A flip knife I could remember the glint of it as it was yesterday, the sudden pain and then... nothing, just darkness. The sound of the door creaking open interrupted my thoughts.

I turned my head, half-expecting to see a nurse or another doctor. Instead, it was my dad. He looked at me with a mixture of concern and exhaustion His face drawn, as if the weight of everything had been slowly wearing him down.

"Hey, kiddo" he said softly, walking into the room and pulling a chair up next to my bed. "How are you feeling?"

I didn't know how to answer physically to him. I was healing—slowly—but emotionally, I felt like a wreck. "I’m... okay i guess for a person who was stabed" I replied, my voice flat. "I just have a lot on my mind, you know."

A weak smile appered on his face, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. I could tell he was holding back, trying to keep it together for my sake. "The doctor said you’d be going home tomorrow, right? You’ll be out of here soon."

"Yeah... tomorrow." The words left my mouth, but they didn’t feel real at all. It was all happening so fast, and yet I wasn’t sure I was ready. My friends—no, former friends—had shattered everything, and now the life I knew was gone.The idea of moving to Canterlot wasn’t too comforting. Sure i could left everything bad behind but It felt more like an escape—a way for my dad to avoid the wreckage that was left behind in Cloudsdale. Sure, we’d start fresh i guess. My friends’ betrayal, the memory of my mother’s absence, and the home that had been filled with so many memories will be things I would never get back tho.

Then another series of question started to appear on my mind, how could I trust again? How could I fit in somewhere new when I still felt so broken inside? Still having the old scars on my wrists from the older days, when days felt even worse, the days when my mother was killed. It is hard, but I needed to go forward.. she would want that. Now I need to do the same thing for my dad. He only shows that he's okay; the situation shook him too. It wasn’t going to be easy, but nothing worth having ever was. Maybe starting over in Canterlot wouldn’t be the magic fix I wanted, but it was a chance. A chance to begin again. I wasn’t ready to forget, but I was ready to fight for a future that wasn’t defined by the hurt.

"You know I'm here to support you, don't you? I am aware that it is difficult and has been difficult for us both. Your mother passing away... Never will it be simple. However, I refuse to give up, and I don't want you to either. We'll work together to overcome this. We must." His expression changed, revealing a melancholy grin. "I struggle too, even if I might not show it. I can't express how much I miss her every day. We have not left. Despite the fact that it may not feel like it at the moment, we will succeed."

My dad’s words hit me harder than I expected. In his own way, he was trying to reach me, to help me realize that we both had a long road ahead, but we weren’t alone in this. I had him, and he had me.

"yeah i know, Dad, I know."

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The following day arrived sooner than I had anticipated. With the early light coming in through the blinds, I awoke to the sound of gentle footfall outside my chamber. There was a slight sense of quietness and emptiness in the hospital room.

I was supposed to be leaving today, but the weight of everything still clung to me like a second skin. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready. But the time came i got up and started to pack my things; there weren't many, to be honest, only some clothes, the water bottles that my dad got me the other day, the charger that was still plugged in, and the tablet, and that would be everything. To be honest, all my important things were waiting for me in our new apartment in Canterlot. I went to the bathroom to change into my normal clothes, leaving the patient gown on the bed.

I heard the door opened slowly, and my dad stepped in, grabbing the backpack from my hand before I could even react. His movements were gentle, but I could tell he was in hurry, the tension still thick in the air. He gave me a small, tired smile as he slung the bag over his shoulder.

"Champ, it's time to go" Our new home is a long drive away. Are you ready? He tried to smile, but I could see he was not sincere. He was etched with the stress. The dark circles beneath his eyes served as a silent reminder of the tumultuous night. I knew that he hadn't slept for days, probably. It hurt to know that he was working so hard for me, even though he was barely holding it together.

I nodded. My mind was still in a fog, my body stiff from the hospital bed. "Yeah... I’m ready, we can go" I said, trying to sound more certain than I felt.

After giving me a brief nod, he assisted me with my final belongings. As we made our way through the hospital's hallways, I couldn't help but feel guilty. He was trying his hardest to maintain a cheerful facade and keep things regular,But the cracks were visible to me. I was aware that the relocation, the defeat, and the entire situation were wearing him down.

"Let's get you home, alright?" As we arrived at the exit, he spoke while gently placing his hand on my shoulder."I dont know if i can call it home to me it was foreign place, but i didnt want to say anything about that, putting more weight on him wouldn't make a diffrence"

"Yeah," I said, "let's head to our new home."

Later that day, the car came to a stop in front of an apartment building in Canterlot, which seemed so normal, but it felt so different from the life I had known. Even though my dad had assured me that it would be a new beginning, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt as I stood there and looked at the new location. It would be here that I would spend the next chapter of my life—the place I would return to after transferring to Canterlot High, my new school, huh? Fortunately, nobody will know me, although I didn't have this in mind. No one will know what happened at Claudsdale; maybe these new pals will out number my old ones....

I fought to ignore the knot in my gut as I gazed at the apartment complex. It happened too quickly and too much. The transfer, the change, the new beginning that seemed less like a decision and more like a forced jump. But I could start over here, at least. I could be someone else here, someone who wasn't troubled by past transgressions or the betrayal of individuals I believed to be my friends.

My dad said, "Maybe this time, you can find a place where you truly belong," as he gave me a hopeful look.

Although the doubt was still there in the back of my mind, I looked him in the eye and nodded. He was attempting to remain upbeat and persuade us both that this relocation and new beginning would be the solution to all of our problems. And perhaps I wanted to believe him in my heart. Canterlot, this new school, this new apartment—I wanted to think that they could somehow make things better.

But it was hard.

Nevertheless, I saw the hope in his eyes, and I briefly sought to cling to that impression. Perhaps he was correct. I might be able to fit in here. Canterlot High might be an exception. Perhaps people here would be more amiable and reliable.
"I’ll try," I said quietly, not sure if I was reassuring him or myself.

His eyes softened and he smiled, exhausted but real. "Kid, that's all we can do. One step at a time. Together, we'll solve this."

We carried our luggage, boxes, and a few pieces of furniture inside the flat and went inside. Now that everything we had brought with us was strewn about, the space felt even more empty—like a fresh start, but with memories of the past still looming large.

With a weary but resolute expression, my dad wiped his brow and placed a carton of dishes in the kitchen. He worked really hard to make things work, to make us both feel at home in this new environment. It was evident to me from the way he walked and remained occupied, distracting himself from the problems that were bothering him.

After settling into the living room and throwing my backpack on the couch, I explored the room, taking in the strange surroundings. It seemed frigid, even though there was a lot of space and possibilities. It was difficult to think this home could ever feel cozy or inhabited. But I had to take advantage of the fact that it was where I was going to be.

"Let's start with getting the beds set up," snapped me out of my trance. He gave me a supportive smile as he carried a mattress into one of the bedrooms. I nodded, but I wasn't very excited about the prospect of unpacking. The idea of beginning anew seemed so intimidating. However, I was aware that my dad was attempting to establish something fresh here, so perhaps it was worth a try.

We worked in silence for a while, each of us lost in our own thoughts while we set up and organized everything. I was still struggling to adjust to everything and still carrying the weight of my past. However, when we went through the procedures of outfitting the apartment, it began to feel a little less empty.

We spent several hours unloading before we were able to arrange my room. My bed was pushed up against the wall, my computer table was next to it, and everything I needed—clothes, books, and other items from Cloudsdale that I couldn't part with—was stacked in the corners. Although it still seemed like a space, it was beginning to resemble a room once more.

Having everything in its proper place was reassuring, even though the furniture was simple and functional. Even though the walls were empty, I had a desk to sit at when I needed to concentrate and a bed to fall into at the end of the day. Although it wasn't much, I could make it work because it was mine. I carefully placed my mother's photo on the desk so that it would be illuminated by the window. It was a simple picture of her beaming with me by her side on a warm day, when everything seemed normal. I gazed at it for a while, touching the frame's edge delicately with my fingers as memories came flooding back.

I couldn't express how much I missed her. Her humor and her ability to lift the spirits of everyone even in moments of difficulty. I remembered her warmth, her voice, and the way she created a sense of security in our house. All of that was gone now. Once my dad entered the room, it was fairly dark outside. His weary eyes looked about the room for a while before focusing on me. "Hey, it's getting late," he murmured softly. Rest is what you need. It's a huge day tomorrow.

I took a quick look at my desk clock. 10:15 p.m. For hours, I had been absorbed in my thoughts as I attempted to adjust to my new room, my new school, and the odd silence that pervaded the flat. Everything would be different tomorrow. I wasn't sure if I was prepared for the official start of my existence at Canterlot High.

“Yeah, I know,” I responded , I could feel the urge to fit in and the weight of everything that lay ahead. "Good night, Dad. You should get some rest for your new work. I promise that I will be fine, so don't worry about me." I forced myself to grin a little at him.

For a long time, he gazed at me, his weary eyes softening as though he could see right through the mask I had put on. Then he grinned back, nodding quietly.

"All right, champion," he remarked in a more seasoned tone than normal. "Good night. "

He walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him, and I sat there for a while before getting up to undress. Thinking that tomorrow would be a busy day, I placed them in a laundry box and then went to bed under the covers. All I can hope for is that this school won't be as awful as the last one. That was the last thing I thought of before I fell asleep with my eyes slowly closing.

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The loud sound of my phone alarm piercing the mist of sleep was what woke me up. I was half asleep when I groped for my phone, letting my hand touch the nightstand before catching it. I narrowed my eyes at the screen.

"6:30 AM already?"

I blinked and moaned, trying to get rid of my drowsiness. Everything felt a little strange, and my head was still cloudy. As the day's realities began to sink in, I couldn't resist taking a quick look at my stomach. The scar was still there, a distinct line running from left to right, a lasting memory of what had happened and an indelible mark of treachery. He got a nice swipe, not gonna lie, was my grim thinking. As my eyes strayed downward, I noticed the ancient scars on my wrists, which served as a memory of more difficult days when the inside anguish was unbearable. The wounds on my arms and the obvious evidence of cutting were all remnants of a past from which I was unable to fully recover.

The effort, the hurt, the memories. Every time I looked in the mirror, it was difficult to avoid seeing those scars. However, I couldn't afford to think about them now. Canterlot High's first day was today. And I had to confront it, no matter how broken I felt.

I made myself turn away from my mirror and stand up to force the thoughts out of my head. I reminded myself to go one step at a time. Just get through today, . I couldn't let the past to limit me. Not right now. Even though it seemed unattainable, today was about beginning anew.

Though it wasn't much, I dressed in the best clothes I could find. While it wasn't the greatest ensemble, it wasn't the worst either. I made do with black joggers, white socks that were obviously out of style, and a simple white hoodie with a graffiti design across the front. I wouldn't have picked it out for a special occasion, but it was all I had, and to be honest, I didn't give a damn about how I looked.

My father's movements in the kitchen were audible while I adjusted my hoodie. Whether I was ready or not, the aroma of coffee and breakfast reminded me that the day was already progressing.

In an attempt to release the tenseness in my chest, I inhaled deeply. I had to get through Canterlot High even though I had no idea what to anticipate. I had to give it a shot. I couldn't continue to hide from everyone.

I left my room and made my way to the kitchen, where my dad was quietly preparing breakfast at the counter. The clink of plates and the bubbling sound of the coffee maker gave the place a somewhat more homey vibe.

"Morning, kiddo," he said without raising his head, but I could see he was exhausted. He was already going about his regular activities as usual, attempting to maintain as much normalcy as possible. "Are you ready to face your first day?"

After a moment of hesitation, I nodded. Yes, I suppose. I'm just a little anxious.

When he looked up, he gave me a little smile. "You'll be alright. Today is only the first day. It will become simpler once you get into the rhythm of things. I wanted to believe him. I really did. But right now, all I could focus on was the unknown.

"Are you ready for the first day at your new job the same way I am for school?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood. I wanted to start a conversation, something to release the pressure that was building up between both of us. The nerves were there, hovering in the air like a heavy fog, and I thought maybe talking about his new job could distract us both from our own worries.

My dad put the coffee pot back on the counter after pausing for a second, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He appeared somewhat more alert now, as if he was genuinely thinking about that question. "Yes, I am anxious. I've been through it before, but it's a new work and new people. Once I get settled, I'm sure everything will be Ok"

Despite the nerves I knew were present, he moved steadily and calmly as he added a couple eggs to the pan. "However, I believe that you are likely much more anxious than I am. The first day of a new school is more significant"

With a forced smile, I shrugged. "I suppose so. However, I believe that we are both in the same situation. New beginnings, new challenges." We were both feeling uneasy, and it was nice to talk about it. In this bizarre new chapter, perhaps, just possibly, this might make us both feel a little less alone.

"Yeah," he agreed, his voice a little warmer now.

I nodded, feeling the weight of the moment settle a bit. His words didn’t make everything magically better, but they did make me feel like maybe, just maybe, this day wouldn’t be as impossible as I feared.

After eating breakfast and drinking my coffee, I waited for my father to come and pick me up and drive me to school. I don't want to take his time every day, but only today. Dad sat in the driver's seat and drove us to school, the engine humming steadily beneath us. He made an effort to strike up a conversation by inquiring about my feelings and whether I was looking forward to the first day, but I was unable to respond. The words simply refused to come out of my thoughts, which was racing with anxiety and doubt. As a result, the majority of the ride was silent, with the exception of the odd creak of the automobile over the pavement and the soothing music on the radio.

"Good luck, champ," he said, his voice trying to sound upbeat. "You’ll do great today."

Not believing my voice, I nodded in silence. Before he drove off to his new job, he gave me a short pat on the back without pressing the issue. With the weight of the occasion bearing down on me, I stood by myself in front of the big school. I was drawn to the strange statue of a pony at the entrance. I briefly believed that the statue was reaching out to me or was alive since it was generating a peculiar, bright light. However, when I blinked, I saw that it was simply the strange angle of the sunlight, giving it an almost unearthly appearance.

I was standing there feeling insignificant and out of place when I saw someone near the school's doors. In a loud, demanding tone, a girl with blazing red and yellow hair was speaking to another girl as if lecturing her. It was such an odd scene. It felt like I was witnessing the events of someone else's life, unrelated to mine.

This is my new history at my new school, I thought to myself. I was going to write out everything of my feelings about the place, including my hopes, worries, and uncertainties. This was my opportunity to make a fresh start. However, I was still unaware of what that meant. Would I be accepted? Would this be more of the same, or would it be the new beginning I had hoped for?

With my heart racing, I took a deep breath to brace myself before making my way to the entrance and venturing into the unknown.

Author's Note

HIIII this is literally the first thing i've ever written sorry if there are grammar errors english its not my first language but i started reading fanfics like 3 months ago and thought to myself that i will put all my effort into making one, i made a accaunt today and this came to life i hope that someone will like this, post your opinions, i promise it will be better in the futere im aiming for something 200k words + Have fun