Lifting a Soul

Pillow

I sighed as I admired the scenery on the window as the train moves. The flat lands, the mountains in sight, the earth ponies planting some wheats. All of those things calmed me down, but then I remembered that I'm still facing a big problem no matter how the scenery looks. I turned my head to look at Amabel. Amabel was past asleep, her head facing down, eyes closed and she is drooling a bit. "Note to self, never ever help a homeless pony with a scarred past." I said to myself. I returned my gaze back at the window. The train started to move towards the rocky path. I smirked at the sleeping Amabel. "Like what I have just said, I won't be helping any homeless pony with a scarred past." I said quietly. As soon as the train began to cross the path, Amabel's head started to bang up and down. "Wouldn't it be dangerous if you bob your head up and down violently?" I thought to myself. "Nah, not my problem." I laid my back down on the seats. I covered my eyes with my hoof and then shook my head a bit,

"Pico..." Amabel muttered. I removed my hoof off of my eyes and then turned to look at Amabel. She is still past asleep, still banging her head.

"Not this again." I looked away from her and then covered my ears. I suddenly heard a thud on the floor after the train shook. I turned around slowly and saw Amabel standing on her knees on the floor, and she was still asleep. "Now this is just impossible." I sat up and then tried to lift her up. I laid her back down on her seat again. I sighed after I laid her down on the seat. I heard another loud thud. Amabel is laying on her back and still asleep. "This is just getting sad." I muttered. I picked her up and then took a seat. I laid her back down and then rested her head on my lap. Amabel gave out a sigh of relief. "Don't get too cocky, when this train passes the rocky path, you're off of me." I quickly gazed out of the window. "Wait, the train already has already passed the path?" I tried to remove her off of my lap, but her hooves are already wrapped around on my waist. "Just tell me if you have a mental disorder because as I recall, you are trying to ignore me just minutes ago and now you're trying to stick to me like a metal and a magnet?" Amabel replied with a snort. "Now I'm just talking to a sleeping pony." I facehoofed myself.

"Pico... Pico... Pico..." Amabel chanted. I raised an eyebrow at her as her voice became louder and louder. "Pico... Pi-Pillow..." Amabel tightened her grip. I felt myself, getting suffocated by her iron grip.

"I-I yield, I yield..." I tapped on Amabel's hooves. After a few more seconds of suffocation, Amabel's grip started to loosen. "Finally..." I said to myself as I gasp for air. "How could a stallion survive this kind of torture?" I thought to myself. "Maybe you're just an angel, sent by the heavens to retrieve my soul?" I admired Amabel's face. I removed her mane away from her eyes as I watch the sleeping Amabel. After a few seconds I snapped out of my trance. "What are you even thinking Pico?" I gave myself a soft slap in the face. "Well this angel is gonna go back to heaven tomorrow." I said to myself. Amabel suddenly opened her eyes.

"What do you mean?" I stared at Amabel for a few seconds before getting startled and then pushing her off of my lap. "Ahhh!!!" Amabel fell on the floor.

"Oh, you startled me." I helped her stood up. "Wait, you're awake all along?" I raised an eyebrow at her as soon as she got back onto her hooves.

"I thought you noticed." She took a seat in front of me. "Now what did you say about an angel going back to the heavens?" Amabel raised her eyebrow.

"Er... Nothing, and why are you now talking to me when you tried to ignore me just minutes ago?" I crossed my front hooves.

"You know that I have a mental disorder, and I just don't want to talk to you when yo-." I cut off her  words.

"Wait, you have a mental disorder?" I leaned closer to her.

"Wait, I thought you knew?"

"Well I don't, and is there anything else that I might know about you?" I sat beside her.

"Do you know how I got a mental disorder?" I shook my head. "It happened after I left Samphy. I went drinking at a local bar. Amica and Mary tried to stop me, but my foolishness took over me."

"You know you don't have to do al-." Amabel blocked my muzzle.

"Just listen to my story okay?" I nodded, Amabel removed her hoof on my muzzle. " Anyway, I even payed a stallion for a night just to patch the emptiness I am feeling that time. After that night, I noticed that I was sleeping in another house with another stallion."

"You really are weird."

"And you can't even pay attention to a story of a pony without complaining about it."

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm impatient." I looked away from her.

"Wait, you're impatient?" I nodded without looking at her. "Doesn't seem like you're an impatient stallion."

"You should have seen me when I was still a little colt." I whispered.

"Well, I would like to." Amabel smiled at me.

"I'll tell you some of my stories when we return at my house." I grinned at her.

"Okay then." Amabel nodded.