//-------------------------------------------------------// Life and it's Mysteries. -by Sharp-Shadow69- //-------------------------------------------------------// //-------------------------------------------------------// Chapter 1: The day, of all days... //-------------------------------------------------------// Chapter 1: The day, of all days... This tale, a tale of adventure began, in my room. My room is small... Very small, yet I share it with my sister. I am not kidding when I said the room was small. Like, if compared to one and a half of an average sized Cadillac, from all sides, that would be my room. It's a decent room, for kids like me I guess. Beige painted walls on all sides, marble tile floor, and a normal folding door closet, with enough space to hold just about 20 extra large trash bags full of clothes, with little space to spare. Set up with a decently working fan with the ever normal Hi, Medium, and Low settings, including the obvious on and off switch on the wall nearby. The room wasn't empty though, it had furniture all around. From dressers to cupboards, bedside tables, etc. You name it. Leaving barely any space to walk in and out. This room, that I have, was dull, and quiet. The only sounds heard from this room were the whirring of the moving fan, and the occasional snoring from either my sister, or my dad. This silence was broken though, when I awoke, with a combination of yawning and stretching. "Damn that was a great nap". I said finishing my yawn-stretch. Out of instinct, I put my watch to my face, finished with reading the time, I spoke out. "Jesus Christ! It's only 5:10a.m.?! I was expected waking up later, but whatever. I wonder if I should eat first, or take a shower first?" Asking myself what I should do after rang in my head as I slowly rose from my laying position. I looked over to my right to see my room door was open. I didn't know what opened it, because my whole house was fast asleep. Curious, I slowly crept from my creaky bed, and tiptoed out of the room, making sure I woke no one. I heard I giggle, of some form. It made me jump a bit, seeing from how loud it was in my ears. Not caring if anyone else heard me, I slowly walk down the hallway to my dark and creepy living room. To my surprise, there was no one there. Feeling dumbfounded and gullible, I looked around every nook and cranny for some hint of a prank, but there was nothing, not even a small speck of a clue. "I swear to god, if this is some sort of prank, I will dropkick them off the face off the earth." I spoke hoarsely to myself. Then, I heard a melody. A peaceful, sweet melody. I recognized the melody, instantly. It was an old lullaby I used to listen to as a little boy. The music would calm down almost anything, and sometimes would even exhaust people to the point they fall asleep. It's a fancy little lullaby, but there was something different about the lullaby... "Am I hearing shit... or do I hear a voice"? I asked myself. "No, oh my god... I think I'm hallucinating again..." I said before being interrupted by a box, which scared me to death, tipping over to its side, pouring whatever materials were held within it. "Holy Bejeebus! What the fuck was that?! Jesus Christ..." I spoke out, almost yelling. Then out of nowhere, something brushed against me, in the back of the head. It wasn't anything blunt, but soft, like hair. I swiftly turned to the side the hair like feeling was headed, but to my expense, nothing. Although, what I did notice, was the door was open. Not wide open, but just barely open. The creature, or thing, was telling me to follow it. So I did what it asked. With my terrible habit of sleeping in my clothes, I was already dressed, so I got my shoes on, and trailed out the door. The muggy air was warm and humid at night. As expected from living in the southern states. The night was very, scary, with only the moon, and the occasional street lamp illuminating only so much of the neighborhood. Bugs and mosquitoes swarming the lights, and the crickets chirping, made this night seem, normal.Though, the ordinary night wasn't the same, because I could hear the melody playing still, ever so quietly. Confused on how I may follow that thing... I simply just followed the music. I've turned left and right, gone from corner to corner, inch to inch, but to source of the evergoing melody. Then it hit me, literally square in the face. A note. It read Those that which seeks the source of their torment cannot find it in darkness. I instantly thought I needed a flashlight, but like when I always need something, I don't have it. In shear coincidence, I found a lamp, luckily, included with batteries. Like any other person with a device of a sort, I turned it on. This lamp however was glowing a rainbow colored aurora. Thinking it was just some cool effect, I brushed it off... until I heard a spark. I then looked at the lamp, thinking I heard something, when it suddenly sparked again. Then again, the sparks slowly increased in rate, as a strange light started engulfing me. I tried screaming but my voice couldn't escape my mouth, I was too scared to even comprehend my own actions. I felt a swirly roller coaster feeling as the light enshrouded me bit by bit. The light was too much for me so, I passed out. "Oh my gosh, what is that thing? Is it alive?" "Ooh ooh! Can I poke it? Please?" "No darling, don't touch this... thing. Who knows where it's been?" "He looks like he's dead... I mean oh gosh, is he dead?" "Oh dear, I hope whatever it is, isn't hurt" "What the hay is it doing here?" "... Oh my fucking god... my head... oh god... Where am I?" I murmured to myself as I slowly gained consciousness. I finally picked myself up to see that I was surrounded by six colorful pony looking creatures. "Holy Shit... this can't be happening..." I said to myself quietly. "Girls, what's all the comm--" a lavendar pony said before abruptly stopping, to gaze at me, with her mouth a gape. "Oh my Celestia... a.. a human?!". //-------------------------------------------------------// Prologue. //-------------------------------------------------------// Prologue. This life I have, this horrible, saddening, and depressing life, it hurts me. The pain I have endured, times I was showered in pity and remorse, the days I wanted to drown in sorrow and sadness, the moments I cried pools of water, from just knowing this life I have, isn't the greatest. This life however has brought some good in me. I no longer feel upset for anything. Instead I am... happy. Happy... happiness... what does happiness mean? How is it obtained, how is it given, how can happiness affect us so greatly? I live with happiness, yet I know nothing of the meaning or how it even works. Do family and friends bring happiness? Does wealth bring happiness? What is it that gives us happiness? Love? Hope? Life? Happiness is a feeling, yes, but it's meaning is exploited and overused. Happiness has been in me for quite a time, yet I never felt true happiness. The feeling of happiness is... warm and fuzzy, as some say. When I see smiles, they, those people, don't always seem happy, no matter how giddy their bodies are as they smile. I see sadness instead. Not a single person smiles out of happiness, its rare if they do. It is so plain to me, that I've seen so many 'smiles', yet I still wonder... Are they truly happy? Despite all this, I don't ever remember the last recent time I've ever been sad. I've always been happy. I understand true sadness only because I've been through it. From decease of family, to bullying, to just plain death. The pain, you feel in your stomach, is sickening. Just the fact that something is lost, or the fact it will only get worse, just eats on your hatred of the truth. The truth that life, is simply unfair. My life isn't all too bad these days though. I have friends who respect me and care for me. I have family to make me feel special. I have both to make me feel welcome in this hard life. One thing that also made me feel welcome... was love. I have felt love, which in my case, made me happy. I've dated girls who have been through worse times than me, which made me feel sorry, but also feel more confident. Sure they know pain and sorrow, but they don't have a full grasp of life, life that is full of hardships we all must overcome one day. Love also made me realize, happiness can be achieved with ease, but not true happiness. I've lived a sad-happy life for almost 12 years. It all started with a simple divorce between my parents. That was the trigger. The trigger was pulled, and I was brought to a life of sadness and darkness. It doesn't bother me anymore however, the past is the past, so I am willing to keep going. I will live this confusing life of hardships and mystery, but with a cause, a reason, a motivational purpose. That cause, is to find true happiness. Or die trying.