How am I alive? I heard the gun go off but I live. Mabey he missed, I did ask him to kill me. Do I feel regret? How am I not cold? I open my eyes. My son is not there. I am alone. Where is the snow? No way I just passed out. When I start to move, that is when I feel it.

I am not a man or human at all. When I look down at my body it looks equine. I have hooves with gray fur. Yellow blond hair falls into my eyes. I look up and around me, not inspecting my body any further.

"Wuut." Even my dark passenger is stumped. "I must be in a coma in the hospital." But the grass feels so real on my hooves. The apple trees look as if they are right there. The blue sky is a back drop to all of it. I try and stand, but fail.

"Okay just, don't panic you will wake up soon." I would have not panicked. If i had not herd voices in the trees.

"Now y'all know, your granny's gettin' on up there in age, and you two are gonna have to start doin' more of the work yerselves."

"We know granny." A southern twang hits my ears.

"Yep." This voice is deeper but not older then the second voice.

When they come around the tree they all stop and look at me. I most definitely did not scream like a little girl. It was a mighty yell of power.

"Applejack, Big Mack go back to the house." What the hell is going on? The horse's can speak!

The orange one protests. "But-"

"No buts Applejack. Git on back now, I'll be home later." The green older one said.

As they leave she sits, not coming to me. "Are you lost, colt?"

"I.. I have no idea on where I am. So yes I'm lost." What kind of drug induced high am I on?

"Do you know your folks’ names?" My dark passenger is stirring. Stay down. We are an evolving monster.

"My parents are dead." She gets a look of sympathy on her face. I fake sadness.

"Well does you have a guardian."

"No." She looks confused. I forgot I'm not a man. I may be a child by the looks of it.

"Did you run away? How old are you? " She has a concerned face.

"No. I don't know." My son either just killed me or I'm going to prison for the rest of my life, If I wake up. When. I meant when I wake up. My dark passenger laughs.

"Well how about you, a colt that is not a run away come back to the farm. Are you hungry? We have apple pie. Also what do you mean you don't know your age?" I don't have to fake the drool that comes out of my mouth.

"I just don't know." I try to walk but fall flat on my face. "Ow." I get back up and try again. This time is better but slower. Even slower then the old mare.

"You havin' trouble with your legs?"

"Yes, I'll learn. It is just a matter of time." She looks at me with a concerned face. I fake a connection with her.

"What about your wings?" My what? I look back to my midsection and do see a pair of wings with the tips of every gray feather having a tinge of red in them. My favorite color.

"I never used them, so I do not know." I. Just. Don't. Understand. I can see every tree we walk by, while also seeing the dusty dirt of the road we are on that has been walked on more then 1000 times.

We make it to the farm house. It is a modest home. With a porch that wraps around the front of the house. "Do you think you can get those legs up the stairs?"

"Yes. It will take me a minute." I start to clime every stair. One by one. I just want some pie it will make this worth it.

"I'll whip you up a slice while you get up these stairs." My dark passenger is seething. I force it down. We will go by a new code now. One that is better. No one needs to die for us.

I finally get the last of my fumbling legs up the stairs. Now how do I open the door? As I get close, I think that I could use my wing. I splay it out finding that the wing while odd, does not bend like a wing should and yet it does not hurt it feels natural.

I wrap my right wing around the handle and open the door. "Neat."

When I get inside I see there are more stairs leading to a balcony, to the right is the kitchen. I just head right for it, the apple pie is my goal after all.

As I step in I'm greeted by all three. Applejack, she has an orange coat and bleach blond mane. With Big Mack having a red coat and orange mane. Then the granny she has a green coat with little lines of white in her mane. she is going white. Their is one thing that strikes me as odd, they have tattoos. Applejack has three apples, big Mack a big green apple with the seed inside visible and the granny, with what I can assume is an apple pie, on her ass.

I walk in and take my seat. Sitting is so weird I have to sit how I think a dog does it. I look down my body again and see I do not have a tattoo like they do.

I can smell the food. Oh the food. "That smells, really good." I can feel my body having little jitters in it due to the anticipation. Granny slides a piece of pie to me.

"Go on, eat on up." She starts to give out the rest of the food to the other two and with her placing a small milk bottle in a basket. I use my wing to pick a spoon up and shovel the pie in. "What is your name colt."

I have to stop my eating and swallow to speak. "Dexter." I finish my food. "That was delicious Mis. Uh."

"Just Granny is fine sugar cube. Do you have a sibling? Could you tell me the names of the ponies that were your parents?"

My dark passenger is reeling. "Biological mother, Laura Moser, Murdered. Biological father, Joseph Driscoll, Murdered. Biological Brother, Joseph, Murdered. Adoptive father, Harry Morgan, committed suicide. Adoptive mother, Doris Morgan, died of cancer." It is hard to fake grief but one comes easier to not fake. "Foster sister, Debra Morgan, I had to let her go. She was brain dead." I just hope my son can do better them me. Can be better then I was.

With out a second moment I am wrapped in a hug from Granny. "Oh, you poor little colt." I can see their faces. Why are they so hard to understand? I know it is normal for them but how could they be trying to connect with me. What purpose does it serve? "Do you need to lie down for a bit, we gotta bed you can rest your head. Just straight down the bottom hallway to the second to last door on the right. "I'll show ya."

Granny leads me to a small room with a bed in it, on the ground level. "Thank you, Granny."

"If you need somethin, just holler now." The door closes. I do not move to the bed. I go over to a mirror instead. To see a monster needing to be fed. Yes the brown eyes of a monster, I thought was dead. So it will lay its head and not be dead, but go to bed instead, without being fed.

Author's Note

Wanted to add an image but it is AI and it has blood. :(