Hello Big Mac

My life, is nothing special. Nothing worth noting. Nothing in my life holds any interest to anyone. My name is James and when I was 14, both my parents died in a car crash, and I lived with my mother's best friend Stephen.

My parents never particularly liked me much, I think they were always disappointed of me, I never did well in school, and whenever I took my grades home to them, they would always look so disappointed. I was adopted about a month after I was born, and I felt like my adopted parents always regretted it.

Even though they never really liked me, they still left me their house and money, which pretty substantial, because they were both neurosurgeons and by the end of their careers, they were both earning about £354,224 a year. They adopted me when they were both in their late 50's.

I work as an investment banker, and I earn about £140,000 a year and again about double that in bonuses. I don't really need to work, but I don't really have anything else to live for. I just work because that's what you're supposed to do... right?

When I was 16, all of the guys around me were getting more muscular and slimmer, and I was still fairly big, and I felt so depressed and self conscious about it, that I just stopped eating for as long as I could, only occasionally eating something like an apple. By age 17 I weighed 107 pounds at 5'11", and diagnosed with anorexia nervosa.

I don't really have any friends, when I was at university, I would just do my work, and stay at home. I had a couple of friends who I occasionally went out with, but it just felt hollow and false. When I was in university, I had several boyfriends, but I think that was just to feel less alone, I never really loved any of them and in all honesty, I don't think they loved me either.

None of my work colleagues like me much, they all think I'm too quiet and strange. When I was about 21, I was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, and had to go to therapy, but once I finished 8 weeks of therapy, and were convinced I was fine, they didn't give a damn anymore.

In my life there are very few things that I genuinely enjoy, fashion, photography, gaming and My Little Pony.

It was about 11:30 PM, and I was in the kitchen cleaning my already immaculate kitchen, when I heard a strange loud 'crack!' come from the entrance hall of my house, a large room with two staircases and a white marble floor.

I went in to see just what had happened, and I grabbed a cleaver in case someone had broken into my house.

What I saw surprised, exited and slightly scared me. Sitting on the floor shaking, was Big Macintosh.

I cautiously approached him, crouched and hands raised. Big Mac shied away the closer I got, and eventually when I was almost able to touch him, he got to his feet and jumped back.

I cautiously backed off and said in a gentle tone "It's okay, I'm not trying to hurt you. Are you alright?"

Big Mac shied away from me and asked "Where am I?"

I tried approaching him again saying "This is my house, it's okay, it's safe. How did you get here?"

Big Mac looked at me in a rather bewildered way and said "I don't know, I thought y'all had brought me here. I was sittin outside on the farm talkin to Caramel, when suddenly there was just a crackin sound. Next thing you know, I'm here."

There was silence while we both pondered this, "I know you're probably eager to get home, but until we can figure this out, would you like to stay with me?"

Big Macintosh's eyes were watering, and he replied "If ya wouldn't mind and if it's not too much trouble..."

"It's fine, no trouble. I'll show you where you can stay." I led him upstairs and told him "There are three bedrooms on this floor. The one on the right here is mine and right across from it is one. At the other end of the hall there's another. Which would you prefer?"

Big Mac gestured to the room opposite mine.

"Alright. Do you need anything?"

"Could you... stay with me for a while? I don't exactly feel safe here, and I'd really appreciate it if you just stayed with me for a while."

I gave Mac a warm smile, "No problem".

The bed in Big Mac's room was a king sized bed with a very modern design and black leather covering it. The mattress was white and the sheets were black silk. The floor of the room was soft black carpet.

Big Mac wearily said "I'm sorry, but I'm tired. D'ya mind if I go to bed now?"

"It's no problem, do whatever you want. Just don't go outside, people aren't used to seeing ponies around here, okay?"

Big Mac gave a rather dejected "Eeyup". Big Mac climbed up onto the bed and turned away from me to face the window.

"Do you still want me to stay?"

Another dejected and upset "Eeyup" escaped his lips.

I sat on the bed next to him and asked "Do you want to talk about anything? How's life on the farm?"

"Life can be hard sometimes, but it's good in general..." as he finished his sentence, Big Mac started to weep. He tried to stay still and not show his sobbing, but he couldn't really control it. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't  cry..."

"Shh, it's fine. Crying is fine, I don't care. We're gonna figure out how you got here, and we're gonna send you back home to your family." I wrapped an arm around him and stroking his mane and comforting him.

"Thank you, if there's anything I can do to help, just let me know."

"It's fine. Tomorrow I have to go to work, but I could stay home if you want."

"No I couldn't ask you to miss your work."

"It's fine, if you need me to stay home, I will."

"Well if you don't mind too much..."

"It's okay, I'll stay home with you."