Coming on After The Break

I did what I thought I had too. I pulled out a memo note and wrote on it. Hi. He smiled and wrote back to me Are you mute too? My heart surged with full power. too? I almost cried. Yes. How are you? I wrote back to him. Good, you?

I thought again of Applejack, my crazy nightmares that twisted me, my comparison to a gray crayon, my illusions. Good. I wrote back. Because I was in the sun, eating food, and sort of talking to someone. Want to go to the Redburry Amusment Park? he wrote/asked. Sure. I wrote it with full confidence, I had nothing to hide anymore. I wasn't crazy.

I stood up, he wrapped him arm around my shoulder and we walked to the door. I looked back and saw Applejack smiling at me. She mouthed "Goodbye Amy" and vanished, for the last time. I turned my head back and smiled again.

I was real.

THE END.

Authors Note:

I know it stinks, I know it's way to fast, I know that stuff. But this idea loved me. I don't care what you say about this story, because I like it. OH WELL, see ya. ((I need no constructive criticizim...I now I spelled that wrong.))