Willow Tree Asylum

        Stereo Note was darkened by shadows that crawled upon him relentlessly, His sparkling emerald green eyes were the only objects radiating light; and even those beautiful eyes were tormenting and threatening enough. he released his hoof from his face and glared with a psychotic smile at Sky Streak Tell me little pony, what is your name?” Sky Streak widened his eyes in surprise, “Oh.... i haven't told you my name yet?" Stereo Note shook his head slowly keeping both his eyes peeled onto him. Sky Streak paused, then spoke in a soft, shy voice. "Sky Streak..... It's Sky Streak." Stereo note put his hoof on his head and became confused. “Sky Streak; now where have i heard that name before?” Sky Streak's mood brightened. "Maybe you've heard of me, I'm the lead weather pony in Equestria, even princess Celes-"Stereo Note stuffed his hoof into Sky Streak's mouth, "DO NOT SAY THAT NAME TO ME; EVER!" Sky Streak swiftly nodded his head in understanding. Stereo Note walked as if he were a corpse and his psychotic smile smile turned into a devastated frown. “ So Sky Streak, how's the weather in ponyville hmm?" Sky Streak shook his head. “I will be asking the questions; stop sidetrackng me.” Stereo Note sat back in his chair. “Well, ask away to your little hearts consent, it would be my duty as a host to answer any question.” It did take long for Sky Streak to come up with a question; because he did ponder for a while whether it was appropriate for this matter. Finally he asked; “Are you from here?” Stereo Note was not to thrilled by this statement, you could tell by the eyebrows coming together to form a dark trench that showed anger and frustration. But the trench disappeared as a smirk ran across the edge of his mouth. “Yeah, I'm from baltimare” Stereo Note said sarcastically

      Sky Streak was now realizing that Stereo Note had been dodging the question to stall and keep his real identity a secret.  The asylum bells rung once again, but this time there was a crash of thunder that shook the confided room. But this action did not prevent Sky Streak’s first question. “I will say it one more time stereo note are you from this world or not?!” another jolt hit the asylum which at the time made his question more threatening to stereo note. “ O.K Fine, fine.” He took in a long breath and finally exhaled it out in words.

   ~

   “I remember the wind was cool that day, for it was autumn on that precise day. Yes I remember, I trembled and shook under the frost bitten wind that also brought tears to my eyes. But the tears on that day were meaningless and bland. The leaves fell off the trees; which meant a sign of death in my opinion. As I trampled into my house I was greeted by a loud hissing noise that seemed to make me flinch. I quickly looked to my toes and saw my own four legged demon, snowball.”

  I brushed him aside with my foot”- “ a foot?” Stereo Note gulped and said “Its nothing”

    “I sat down at my rough couch and took off my beanie, letting loose my bad hair day. I looked at my broken fan, then looked toward my change jar. I pried open my pocket to find a 10$ bill in my palm. I got up and put the couple of bucks I had made in the small glass jar. I had figured since I was up anyways that I should go to my room. I walked to my doorknob and heard rattling coming from inside my own quarters. A strike of fear and adrenaline hit my body instantly; I reached for my other pocket and pulled out a small switchblade. I held the small blade to my nose and breathed quietly. I used the other hand to grab a hold of the doorknob; I busted the door open causing the large echoes to creak throughout the apartment.” Stereo note looked towards Sky Streak with unemotional eyes and saw that Sky Streak was looking with the exact opposite reaction. “Was it a ponynapper?” Sky Streak asked in suspense.

    “No, it was a flock of birds that somehow managed to fly in from my slightly opened window. The feeling of adrenaline had vanished suddenly and I found myself even more exhausted than before. I had to do the impossible to get the birds off the bed. In the process of shooing the birds away, they managed to leave a present behind; with the bird’s claw it scraped my family portrait and threw it to the ground. The glass shattered making my heart stop, I slammed my door shut and closed my window then went to retrieve the broken pieces, the portrait was not from too long ago; it was actually taken 3 months earlier, but my mother is gone and now that’s left is my own drunk abusive father. Just as I was thinking about him the doorbell rang. I jumped to my feet and rushed through my door to see who it was. But it was my father right on schedule, sometimes I think I shouldn’t open the door and leave him out there to beg for mercy. But its not what my mother would have done. I grabbed the door and twisted the lock to let my father come inside; he greeted me with “you got any money on you?” in order to protect my hard earned money, I shook my head in disagreement. His eyebrows bursted with energy as he swiped his palm across my cheek, his hand was cold which brought a strange sensation to my face.”

   “He walked past me not even pretending to care this time. What was a cold sensation, now was a frost bitten serpent that shattered my heart in crystals. Despite the pain I managed to return to my feet. As I looked toward my room I saw that it was now ajar, quite strange because I had closed the door when I went open the front; now I realized he was in my room.”