Author's Note: This is just a quick one shot story I decided to share with everyone here at Fimfiction to get my writer's juices flowing again. I have DarkWing once again to thank for this story as he had pitched me the idea some time ago.
“What’s going on?” I mutter quietly to myself as I feel my body beginning to lift almost weightlessly off the ground. Panicking, I open my eyes to discover to both my amazement and terror that there is seemingly nothing around me. Just a dark void. It’s almost rather impossible to describe but the sensation it brings both calms my mind and starts to worry me. Am I dead?, I begin to wonder to myself, my mind running through thousands of other questions before a shimmering light begins to break through my dark prison. The formless void my once weightless body occupied begins to fade as a plethora of colors and light shine through, filling the void to the brim with life and vibrant hues. The sight is all too much for my delicate eyes to bear. It’s then that I notice the colors beginning to take shape. Rainbows arch overhead, flowers of all types spring forward around me as small houses and large castle off in the distance begin to appear slowly. Only then do I recognize the world that is shaping around me.
“Equestria!” I shout aloud. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. How is this even possible? The world I could only dream of was here, right in front of me. Rainbow Dash was soaring through the clouds, clearing the sky in 10 seconds flat. Twilight Sparkle was sitting ever so peacefully on the balcony to her Library, nose deep in a book as usually depicted by the show I had grown to love almost religiously. Every pony I could imagine was there. Perfectly placed in this heavenly utopia no mere fan could even fathom. My eyes water and my lip starts to quiver as I force my body to move, regaining the feeling in my legs and arms and begin to sprint towards the forlorn paradise only I, myself could truly appreciate. However, just as it’s within my grasp, it had disappeared even quicker than it manifested. Suddenly a sharp pain resonates through the side of my face, sending the world around me to come shattering down as I scream in agony.
I jolt upright, grasping the side of my face. The pain still fresh in my throbbing cheek. I then look around to find the cause of my agony, before I am greeted by the sight of my father leering over me, his fist clenched tight and a permanent scowl forming across his face. Worst of all were his eyes that seemed to stare straight through me every time he so much as glanced in my general direction. Those eyes, burning with sheer disappointment in the thing that lay before him that he had to call a son.
“Get up you little shit!” he yelled, yanking the covers off of me. “You’re not skipping school again just because you’re too much of a pussy to handle a few insults by a bunch of punks!”
Yep that’s my father alright. A hardened and to be quite honest, bitter man, whose idea of dealing with your problems is just learning to “Take it Like a Man” as he says. Maybe if he took the time to listen for once he’d probably know that I wasn’t dealing with just petty insults and name calling.
“Well c’mon! Get your ass cleaned up and ready.” he grumbles pushing me as I get out of bed.
“Just another day in the life of a completely average brony.” I sigh quietly to myself upon closing the bathroom door.
My name is Jon Everyman by the way. Screwed up last name I know, but you can’t choose family. I’m 17 years old, a senior in high school and as I previously stated a brony. Now I try not to be over dramatic about my circumstances in life, but from my current standpoint, things are looking pretty shitty as usual and had it not been for the loveable, bright and lively show I’ve come to know as My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, I would probably not even be able to surmount the strength to trudge on through each grueling day after the next. It’s the show and the fandom that brings about the positive things in life and at times, seems to act as my only escape from my personal hell I call reality. I just don’t know what I’d do without the comfort those ponies bring me.
After the brief shower I hastily threw on my clothes and grab my bag for school. Just as I’m leaving I almost forget to grab my treasured charm. I run towards the front of my bed and reach behind the bed post to find my Fluttershy pony figurine, her mane combed into just the right condition so as to replicate her likeness on the show as close as possible. I quickly place her in my book bag as I rush towards the door only to be stopped by my mother calling me from the other room. Her voice is soft and raspy and it’s a bit of a strain for her to speak so loudly, but over the years I’ve been able to catch those faint cries no matter how quiet they may be. I quickly turn left from the hallway into her room where she’s lying in her bed, sickly and pale, almost lifeless at times. It always kills me a bit inside to see her like this, but ever since she was diagnosed with a particular type of cancer I dare not say, she’s been gradually getting worse over the years. My poor mother.
“Going to school a little late aren’t you dear?” she said weakly as she sat up to look at me. “Yes ma’am.” I answered her quietly looking down in shame. “I guess I woke up a bit late.”
Just then my father’s harsh voice rang in as he walked in from the hallway. “That’s because you didn’t set your alarm on purpose you scumbag!”
“Dear, you shouldn’t be so hard on him.” My mother protested quietly as she patted my shoulder. “Jon’s just having some trouble. Maybe if you were to encourage him more, he probably wouldn’t be so distraught.”
My father began to fumigate at my mother’s defense but kept his readied tongue lashing to himself for the time being. If there was one thing keeping him from completely bashing my face in it was my mother. He loved her unconditionally and would do just about anything for her. Why he hated me was more of a strange matter, at least from my perspective it was, but when my mother was diagnosed and fell ill, somehow in his mind he blamed me for it. I never knew why, but seeing him so broken that night the doctors had told us the heart shattering news, I couldn’t help but feel as though he had a right to be angry at the world. He soon took to drinking in excessive amounts and sort of just wallowed in his chair day after day as he returned from his already exhausting job, and it wasn’t until I had started high school that he began to assault me. Usually the reasons were either not defending myself when my bullying issues started or that I was an embarrassment to him for not manning up. It doesn’t matter now though. He’s set out on being a miserable bastard and is willing to drag anyone down to his cesspool of self pity and loathing.
My mother then broke the silence by turning her attention back towards me, patted head and proceeded to hug me goodbye, wishing me good luck for my day at school, causing me to hug her back almost instantly. Her warm embrace giving me one of the few comforts I have left in this life; like an oasis to the need of a wary and decrepit traveler. My father then impatiently gestures toward us both that he and I have to leave immediately and my mother soon lets go, her warm smiling still radiating the room as I proceed to leave out the door. For a moment there she reminded me a lot of Fluttershy and how kind she had always been towards everyone. Maybe that’s why I took such a liking to the yellow pegasus in the show. Sure it sounds Freudian, but you can’t exactly be picky when finding the small comforts in life.
The car ride to school was gruelingly silent. I was almost cringing in preparation for what words my father would have at the ready to spit at me in sheer spite. Amazingly throughout the whole way through he just sat there, eyes focused on the road, not even so much as acknowledging my presence. However what act of mercy I was hoping to receive from whatever powers that may be never came. Just as I had stepped out of the car and grabbed my bag my father simply looked at me and said something that would continue to haunt me the rest of the day just before driving off.
“I don’t know how much longer your mother has left, but maybe if she stopped babying you, you’d probably grow the hell up and would make her proud for once instead of making her feel sorry for you.”
Him being my father, I tell myself not to let what he says get to me, but just how he had said that to me, I couldn’t help but feel that he might be right. Was my mother really that disappointed in me? Was she just masking that kindness so as to make my last few memories of her something worth remembering fondly in contrast to my father’s bitterness?
Those thoughts left small trails of tears trickling down my cheeks as I entered the school. I could only hope my suspicions didn’t hold true as I wiped my eyes, making my way to the main hallway. Just as I had made it halfway down the hallway, the second bell rang dismissing first period and like a swarm of insects, my fellow peers filled the hallways almost instantly. This was somewhat good news at least. I mean all I’d have to do to catch up is just grab my makeup work from one class and be done with it. Sadly as the crowd grew thicker by the moment I had happened to bump into one of my aforementioned “issues”, nearly falling over as my frail frame bounced off of his well defined washboard abs. It was Joey, one of my many tormentors at this school. The guy was built like a tank and amazingly had the mental capacity to keep above a 3.6 GPA, which only allowed him to hold his smarts and physique over me in utter superiority.
“’Sup faggot?” he smirked at me, noticing I had fallen over. “Didn’t see you this morning? What’s the matter? Afraid I’d whoop your ass again?”
I only got up in silence, having already had a bad morning; I wasn’t willing to put up with Joey’s outright homophobic tendencies. Not that I was gay or anything or that there’s anything wrong with being gay, but Joey here, despite his intelligence has this twisted alpha dog superiority complex in that he thinks that any sort of weakness or femininity shown by a male is either a sign of weakness or just means they’re as he says, “A Penis Gobbler”.
I simply pushed past him with somewhat of a forceful nudge.
“Leave me alone. I gotta go to class.” I muttered out loud in an exasperated tone. However it seemed as though Joey wasn’t willing to put up with my tough guy act and took my defiance as a direct insult to his pride. Suddenly I felt a forceful arm slam me into one of the many lockers lining the school hallways and in a sudden gasp, I was face to face with Joey who was in no negotiating manner.
“Listen asshole!” he huffed. “I don’t know when you decided to balls up, but if you’re eager to get your ass handed to you then I’ll happily oblige.”
I could feel his elbow riding up to my neck, just coming short of my Adams Apple. Suddenly the minute bell for second period rang and the students who were once so casually strolling throughout the hallway had quickened their pace in hopes of arriving to second period within the final sixty seconds they were granted. Joey leaned from off of me and only scoffed at me.
“I gotta go, but hey at least we still have gym together. Maybe that’ll straighten that attitude of yours up.”
I could only imagine what he had in store for me as I scurried off to class, finally taking his threats seriously. What the hell was I thinking, pissing Joey off like that? Even though the entire incident was unintentional, I should have at least done something to have kept him off my ass. This entire day was already starting off as a nightmare and I hadn’t even made it to class.
The rest of the school day was uneventful and dull as one could imagine when their entire existence is barely acknowledged; and when it is, it’s usually at the butt end of cruel pranks and mean spirited name calling. All because I openly admitted to being a brony. I should have waited or at least kept it to myself or at least shared that bit of info with people who were mature enough not to assume I was a sissy just because I liked a show whose original demographic happened to be young girls. I don’t know what I was thinking at the time, but the happiness that show bestowed upon me was so overwhelming that I felt I needed to share it with the rest of my friends. Sadly the cruel realities of life had other plans. Telling others about my passion for the show only drove my friends away and alienated them. I could only imagine how my father would react if he found out. He and my mom were probably the only two people in my life who didn’t know about my adoration for My Little Pony and somehow I was content on keeping it that way, despite my mother’s understanding; I knew nothing good could come from telling my father anything of the sort. It was then that my father’s words from earlier had struck me once again and had managed to resurface countless tears that I did my best to conceal by burrowing my head into my folded arms onto my desk. I figured the teacher wouldn’t care anyway if I seemed off task. It was the end of the school year and things were a bit lenient in the curriculum seeing as how most of the testing had been taken care of and graduation was on its way within a month. That was on bit of information I could take as a condolence as my tears continued to trickle down my face still tucked into my arms. Once I graduate I won’t have to deal with such immaturity from so many people next year. No I’d be going off to a decent college with a nice bit of financial aid covering me and I’d at least be around some open minded people who’d accept me for who I am. Oh how I dream so fondly of such a future.
After the few classes I had, followed by a long drawn out lunch period that seemed to drag out more and more as I anticipated the end of my day I couldn’t help but wonder how things had gone so wrong. It plagued my mind endlessly to the point that I hadn’t even thought to eat. Then again after the sickening thoughts my father had bombarded my mind with along with Joey’s threats; it seems that my body and mind were in both an agreement that I was just unable to hold anything down, let alone my tears. Ignoring my basic needs to eat I quickly pull out my backpack from under the table I was seated at, which conveniently happened to be at one of the far corners of the cafeteria, isolated from most social interactions going on throughout the noisy hall. I zip open my bag and rummage past my binders and folders to find my dear Fluttershy figurine. Her mane was a bit rustled after being cooped up at the bottom of my backpack all day so I figured why not straighten it out a bit. It helped pass the time. Upon barely finishing the last few strokes to her tail I happened to see Joey out the corner of my eye who was accompanied with two of his other friends; friends whom he then broke off from after a few bouts of laughter and started walking towards my general direction.
“Oh god he’s going to find out about my Fluttershy!” I screamed aloud in my head. It’s already bad enough he picked on me for being a brony but if he were to find out about Fluttershy I’d be in for almost double the humiliation I was already dealing with at school. As Joey strode closer to my table, I quickly fumbled about my possessions and did all I could to hide Fluttershy at the bottom of my backpack along with her little pink brush I often carried around with me in case of “hair emergencies”. Just as I had zipped up my backpack as frantically as possible I then turned my head up to see Joey pass by my table without even so much as acknowledging my presence. Turns out he was heading over to the food court to grab a snack.
“Oh thank Celestia.” I muttered to myself as I let out a sigh of relief. One nightmare was over as soon as it had originated. The other…not so much.
After lunch the bell rang it was time for my final period today; Gym. Oh what fun this would be. The class started out as it always did. We would line up and head towards the locker rooms to change into our gym clothes and line back up out in the gymnasium. Same old same old. Only problem was that Joey was eyeballing me as we had began to file in. He definitely had something planned for me. As we filed out after changing, the coach then began pacing in front of us announcing the activity we would be partaking in for the afternoon. “It’s Friday everyone and that means dodgeball. Now I expect both teams to be broken up into two. The rules are that if you are hit anywhere on your person, you are out. If you catch a ball thrown at you, then said thrower is out. Please avoid any serious hits to the face or you will be taken out of the game as a disciplinary measure. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes sir.” We all replied in unison, proceeding to break into two groups. As usual Joey made sure to wind up on the opposite team as me where as everyone else could care less for my presence.
“Just make sure not to chicken out.” called one of my teammates behind me ever so rudely. I only rolled my eyes in response despite my history of having of a tendency to get completely annihilated in this game. Suddenly the coach blew the whistle to signal the start of the game.
Within a matter of seconds, members of both teams rushed in towards the middle of the gymnasium to scoop up the dodgeballs. I on the other hand had managed to stay back with a few others, trying to keep safe as the heavy, red balls zoomed through the air back and forth as if it were an intense game of pong. It was then that I saw Joey throwing balls left and right, demolishing my team one by one as they made valiant but futile efforts to hit the highschool Adonis. He managed to dodge and deflect all incoming fire and pinpoint a direct body shot on each and every one of my teammates, knocking them out of the game. If anything this somehow reminded me of that one episode of MLP where Rarity and AppleJack were having a heated pillow fight at Twilight’s sleepover because of their inability to tolerate their differences with one another. Strange how I can somehow relate that experience to mine and Joey’s relationship I thought to myself only to have a dodgeball whiz past my face, barely missing my left cheek to snap me out of my pony filled daydream.
“I told you I was gonna set you straight!” Joey cried out, scooping up another dodgeball, readying it to launch directly at me while his fellow teammates only stepped back and cheered him on. It was almost as if I were at an execution grounds surrounded by a captive audience. I then noticed a dodgeball resting a few feet in front of me as my eyes darted around for some form of escape. It seemed as though Joey noticed said dodgeball as well, seeing how his response was simply him shaking his head in disapproval with a wide grin on his face as he cocked back his arm, preparing to launch the rubbery orb of death straight at me. In an instant I ran towards the dodgeball in front of me while Joey threw his with such tremendous force. Thinking quickly, I slid feet first causing the ball to fly just above my head as I scooped up the other one. I jumped up almost instantly and before Joey could scramble to retrieve more ammo I threw the ball with both my hands as I put every ounce of what little strength I had in me. Joey had managed to find a ball just in time to look up and receive a heavy blow to the face. At that moment the entire gym went silent as Joey fell back holding his nose as blood seemed to pour out profusely. My body went cold as the gravity of my actions sank in and I had realized just what I had done.
Time seemed to stand still for those few moments as Joey laid there looking up at me with such a murderous glare. The nightmare I had hoped to get through now was no longer extinguished, but instead had burst into a raging inferno of horrific possibilities thanks to my actions. The dead silence had abruptly ended as Coach blew his whistle, proceeded to chew me out and tell me to get dressed. I would be sitting out the rest of the period until it was time to go home. The entire time in the stands I could literally feel Joey’s periodic glances burn into the very depths of my soul. It was as if he was making sure that once the fun was over, he would have his prey. The panic subsided though as the bell rang for school to end. Being already dressed I did the smartest thing I’ve done all day; leave. I leaped off the stands and hurried my way towards the school exist, pressing myself into the crowded and bustling droves of fellow highschoolers, urging myself to keep pressing forward until I was at least off school grounds. I ran like I never ran before. The tears streaked down my face as I reflected back on my day from morning till now. Was this was how it was going to be for the next month? I mean I had managed to bear through this hell for years before, but now it was as if each and every day was growing exponentially worse. I feared I might not see the day I graduate and be rid of this life with the hopes of starting anew. As I had finally ran past the far edges of the campus I had begun to slow down from a full on sprint to a light jog and eventually into a walk as I did what I could to regain my breath. I hadn’t noticed it earlier, but now that I had lessened my pace to a slow walk, I saw the clouds above taking shape in large dark clusters.
“Of course it would rain now.” I grumble to myself as the first few drops began to fall in a light drizzle, followed by the low rumbling of a distant thunder. Despite my hasty preparations this morning in forgetting to pack an umbrella, I took some comfort knowing that there’d be the chance of a rainbow arching across the sky after this little storm. I always did like to cling to the thought there was just the slight possibility of Rainbow Dash fly high in the sky to create that beautiful spectrum of colors after such dreary days. Then again I always was a bit delusional.
As I walked down the winding neighborhood streets home, the rain had quickly become a downpour; each drop falling faster and faster, one after the other. I really wish I had a ride home, but there was no way I could even bother my father to do anything for me after what he said to me. Even if I could muster the courage I doubt he’d care enough to pick me up from school. As long as I was out of his hair, he seemed to be content. A thought then hit me as I felt my backpack beginning to soak.
“Fluttershy!” I shouted as I quickly unzipped my backpack, moving my hand past my already wet and pressed together papers. I pulled out my figurine to discover that she was still mostly dry. Gripping her firmly in my hand I go to tuck her into my coat pocket for the time being, but just as I had finished zipping up my backpack a familiar voice caught my attention from behind.
“You must be really stupid if you think you were going to get away with that you little shit!” cried an enraged and soaked Joey who was running towards me. Damn it! Someone must have told him which way I was going when I left school. With no time to think and Fluttershy still within my grasp I took off as fast as I could with both fear and desperation fueling my already tired and frail body. I don’t know how long I ran, but it sure as hell wasn’t far nor long enough as I felt a large force overtake me causing me fall on the cold, concrete sidewalk; my arms outstretched and to my most unpleasant surprise, I was empty handed.
“Fluttershy!” I yelped out in agony, still somewhat out of breath from Joey knocking me down.
“Holy shit!” Joey laughed standing over my pained and wet body. “I knew you were a penis gobbler before, Jon, but THIS!? This is a whole new level of pussification.”
I turned over to see with the utmost fright and embarrassment that Joey had picked up my Fluttershy figurine still laughing with a sadistic delight.
“Everyone knows Rainbow Dash is best pony, ya faggot.” Joey laughed even harder, gripping Fluttershy tightly in his fist.
“What?” I yelled incredulously. “How the hell is some jackass like you even capable of being a brony!?”
Joey then leaned down and punched me square in the jaw, causing a mixture of rainwater and blood to mingle in my mouth.
“It’s a pretty damn good show.” Joey mumbled. “And just what the hell gives you the right to go about judging others?”
“But you’re just a homophobic asshole!” I cried out, still holding my jaw. “How could someone like you even comprehend the concept of love and tolerance? You even pick on me because I’m a brony.”
“No I don’t.” laughed Joey, leaning down towards me once again. “I don’t give a damn if you’re gay or a brony. I can only love and tolerate so much before your annoying weak ass drives me nuts.” he further explained.
“What?” I mumble ever so confusedly.
“Simply put…” he started. “You’re just a pussy. That’s all. And it pisses me off to see some scrub like you whining and crying about how hard your life is. Hell Fluttershy would probably think you’re a spineless wuss as well.”
Joey then kicked me straight in the ribs and tossed my Fluttershy figurine onto my chest as he walked off to leave me laying there in the pouring rain. Tears poured endlessly and mixed seamlessly with the raindrops showering my face as I picked myself up off the ground and weakly held onto my Fluttershy figurine. I held her close to me as I trudged home in the pouring rain, reflecting on just what Joey had said to me. Was I really such a person? Was my father right all along? If so then it only validated my suspicions. Maybe I really was a burden to my poor mother. Here I was complaining about my problems where she was physically ill and dying.
“I really am spineless scum.” I whimpered softly holding my Fluttershy figurine tighter to my chest as I made my way home.
As I had turned onto my street, an Ambulance had sped right down the street splashing me with gutter water as the sirens wailed for miles down after its passing. That was when terror had struck my heart like never before. Only one thing came to my mind; my mother. I ran down the few blocks towards my house and zoomed through the front door. I frantically ran all through to discover my fears held true. My mother had been taken to the hospital, throwing me into a panicked and sobbing state as I threw myself on her bed, assured the worst had happened. Just then I heard footsteps come in behind me followed by a loud, slurred and all too familiar tone.
“What the hell are you crying about!?” shouted my father.
“Where’s mom!?” I screamed, trying to hold in my sobs.
“She went to the hospital.” he said flatly. “Had to have the doctor make a house call seeing how she seemed to be getting worse. Doc said she’ll be fine after treatment. Only problem is that it’ll take a huge chunk outta our insurance.”
“That’s great!” I said happily, relieved of the thought that my dear mother had left us.
As soon as those words had left my mouth, my father back handed me across my already swollen face.
“Like fuck it is!” he yelled as he proceeded to kick me as I tried to pick myself up off the floor causing me to collapse yet again, holding on to my dear Fluttershy.
“Dad what’s wrong with you?” I whimper miserably trying to pick myself up.
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong!” he barked. “I have a thousand plus medical bills piling up because of your mother’s cancer, my job don’t pay shit and I have by far one of the most useless sons in all of fucking existence. Wanting to major in English. As if that’d actually make you some money let alone get you a career. Your sorry ass would probably just be the first in the unemployment line after graduating. You shame your mother and I you know that?”
It was then that all the pain and sorrow that had been building up all those years had finally came gushing out. There were no more tears. Only anger as I stood up and looked my father square in the eyes and proceeded to say, “No dad! You’re the disgrace!” I shout at the top of my lungs, spitting out a bit of blood as I yelled. “All you do is bitch about how I’m gonna be nothing and how we’re always in debt. The way you talk, it sounds as if you’d be happy if mom died, because you wouldn’t have to deal with those bills all the fucking time. Oh but wait, you’d still have me for a son! Well shit at least I’m trying to make something of myself you worthless drunk! Just you see I’ll be better than you ever could be in life!”
My father stood there motionless, some would say stunned after hearing my raging rant. However the silence didn't last long as he threw down his beer and punched me right in the gut.
“Don’t you ever talk like that to me! I made you, you worthless ingrate!” he thundered.
The next few minutes could easily be summed up as a mauling at its most modest of terms. I was thrown across the room, beaten all across my body, had my face slammed into the walls repeatedly as he picked me up and just when I thought all of it was over, I had loosened my grip on my Fluttershy figurine; allowing it to fall to the ground for my father to see.
“What the fuck is this shit!?!” he boomed in both pure rage and confusion, picking up my Fluttershy. “Are you fucking kidding me? Not only are you a wimp, but you’re a faggot too!? I knew it! My son’s a namby pamby little homosexual!”
“Dad, it’s not like that.” I cough as I stumbled to my feet on to fall over crumpled up on the bedroom floor.
“Like hell it isn’t!” he shouted. “This is all your mother’s fault! I told her you needed to man up and quit acting like such a pussy! Now here you are playing with little girl’s pony dolls! What fucking imaginary tea party did you steal this piece of shit from huh!?”
He continued to rant and rave as he waved my precious Fluttershy in my face. The humiliation, the pain and worst of all the misunderstanding. This day was nothing but one endless nightmare. One I knew there would be no end to. However as I tried to shut out my father’s screams of incomprehensible rage, I felt him tug me up by my shirt collar, drag me to the kitchen and then did something horrific. He opened up the oven just before turning it on its highest setting. I did all I could to try and stop him but his grip on me was too firm. I could only watch on in horror as he threw poor Fluttershy into the oven and closed the door with a loud bang. I looked on silently as black smoke came from the creases of the oven before the tears began to well up in my eyes.
My father having had enough of me then left the kitchen with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Little bitch. If you keep that up you might as well make your place there in the kitchen seeing how that’d probably be all you’re good for.”
I had had it. Everything right then and there snapped. I could do nothing. Whatever future I had planned out for myself meant nothing. Not as long as I was left here in this god awful house surrounded by this god awful neighborhood. No one understood me! No one cared to feel the pain I felt. Why would they? They’d never make the effort to care for me. I was no one to these people. No one!
I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, letting loose all of my agonizing cries of despair and loneliness! Whatever happiness I had hoped to have was all a dream. That’s all it was now. This world was too cruel a place to allow someone like me to live in it. I then thought back to my dream. My dream of Equestria and how I found that magical land lost in nothingness. Perhaps that was the solution I thought to myself. If I was to find this world of happiness and acceptance, I wouldn’t find it here in this broken, cold and unforgiving world. No. I would find the Equestria within me. It was all so clear. It wasn’t just a dream. There’s an Equestria within all of us who are capable of love and kindness. It was then I knew what I had to do.
I began to run the bath water, filling the tub till it was completely full. I then looked through the medicine cabinet, digging through bandages, rubbing alcohol, quickly throwing everything to the side until I had found it. My dad’s old fashioned razor blade; the kind you saw in those old black and white movies that flipped out. I take it with me towards the tub as I lower myself into the water.
I sat there for what seemed like hours, contemplating whether or not I should go through with it. However the thoughts that had flooded my mind were all too convincing that staying alive would be a fate far worse than hell itself, knowing that this world and everyone in it would do what they could to rob me of my happiness. However I was still somewhat reluctant, but something caught my eye as I looked to the corner of the bathroom counter. Upon it sat my dad’s old radio he listened to in the morning. I figured i’d at least set the mood if I was going to go through with this. I brought the small radio towards the edge of the tub and flipped the radio station to 94.5 FM. Just as I did I heard LINKIN PARK blaring through the speakers. It was an old but good song and if I remembered correctly I believe it was Somewhere I Belong. What more suiting of a song for such an occasion. I mustered up the courage as I held out my wrist and brought the edge of the razor to my wrist. Slowly I dragged it across the main vein in my wrist, gently applying force, making sure to slice it just right. Again and again I cut each wrist numerous times more and more vigorously as the song picks up to the point where whatever pain I had felt at that moment in time was nothing but a prick compared to the emotional trauma I had put up with over the years.
After tirelessly mutilating myself my body began to go cold as I flopped my arms in the water at my sides, taking comfort in the knowledge that the deed was done. Sleepily my head began to lean back towards the edge of the tub as my eyes grew heavy and began my descent into nothingness. A nothingness I was sure I would find Equestria in. Suddenly I felt the back of my head bump the radio that had started playing the Smile Smile Smile song sung by Pinkie Pie for some odd reason. Perhaps it was just my mind deteriorating as I edged closer towards death. As my head nudged the radio I saw to both my horror and somewhat morbid relief that it was on the verge of falling over. And as if I were in an action movie the radio that was still plugged in began its short plummet into the water in a span of what felt like a minute or so. As it collided with the water it sank almost instantly in my lap, giving off no electrical charge.
“Oh well.” I mumbled. “I’ll be dead soon anywa-” was all I could say before humongous bolts of lightning began to burst from the radio, filling the bathtub with what looked like billions of volts of pure electricity all around me, sending me into spastic convulsions. Just then I suddenly felt as if my stomach was inflating. Using what little will I had left in my near lifeless body to move, I looked downwards to see all of that electricity had managed to center itself towards my abdomen. Upon further inspection I had noticed my stomach beginning to inflate. The resulting growth of my stomach soon grew to grotesque size. Just then my stomach began to crack not unlike a hardboiled egg and out from the cracks I saw wondrous and hypnotic lights protruding from the small but numerous chips in my physique.
Suddenly without warning my entire stomach erupted, sending my entrails flying and splattering all over the bathroom wall. I was in shock both physically and mentally as I saw a gigantic ray of light emerge for my deflated carcass. The light burst through the ceiling and eventually the entire room as it started to spread and fan out. It was then that my eyes beheld the most beautiful thing I ever could bear witness to. From the light burst forth a plethora of colors, every color in the spectrum as I saw Rainbow Dash; THE Rainbow Dash take off into the sky from the hole in my roof, but before I could gaze at the resulting sonic rainboom, several other ponies had exited my gaping wound. Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Fluttershy, AppleJack and Pinkie Pie all leaping out and running off into the world that I came to know and despise ever so much. Just then my chest began to burst as well and to my amazement all of Equestria itself seemed to pour forth from my torso in a torrential wave of colors, and textures that most artists could never dream to fully capture. Every creature imaginable from all over equestrian flooded out of my body spreading color and life all around me, assimilating my world into its wondrous charm. When I had felt it was all over, tears began to streak down my face. I didn’t care that I was about to die. I had just witnessed the greatest thing known to man and had been harbingering a world of happiness, love and friendship within me. I could die peacefully.
“My only regret…” I weakly muttered in my final moments. “Was that I couldn’t help cure my mother’s prostate cancer…”
In one final bout, I had felt something building up in my throat and eyes. Before I could react I had begun to puke out rainbows and sparkles everywhere as my eyes sockets seemed to spew lasers from out from behind my eyeballs like a lightshow as Zach Galifianakis slowly arose from my lifeless corpse riding atop of Princess Celestia, ruler of all Equestria while carrying a bag of Bananas with Princess Luna following behind with the Moon from Majora’s Mask in tow.
And then I died. The End.
