Willow Tree Asylum

        Capture Shot reached his hoof toward the pony but instead of a warm grip, all he felt was dark bitterness that had devoured her innocent soul. "Please don't die on me ; please!" Capture Shot scraped through more ponies, to find one living breathing mare, or stallion, but none of the bodies moved or made any sounds. He stood to his blood-soaked hooves and looked at a mirror tilted on a corner, Capture Shot paused for a moment to stare at himself. "Oh dear Celestia, why has this forsaken asylum turned me into a monster.... WHY!!" he slammed his hooves on the ground; using all his might. Capture Shot grinned as he stared back into the mirror, His frown was replaced by a disturbing and insane smile. "I'M NOT GOING INSANE!" He looked to his left and right and saw a door. He stood to his hooves slowly and trotted to the rusted knob; when he opened the door, he saw vast rows of cells that had been exposed to oxygen and collected rust. There were no ponies anywhere to be seen. “C'MON, C'MON, WHERE IS THAT BLASTED CELL” He thought as he bursted the doors open, He stopped in his tracks when he noticed something posted on the wall it was a sign that labeled different blocks throughout the asylum. This brought his spiraling senses and thoughts to a sudden brake, his insane smile vanished as he payed close attention to the sign "G block? how in equestria am i in the G block?" Stereo Note had noticed the sudden slam in the middle of his speech to Sky Streak but he ignored it, Sky Streak was too absorbed in his life to think about anything else so Stereo Note continued.

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“The door opened with a crash and I heard footsteps throughout the apartment. I did not want to open the door to see who it was, even if it was my father. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT!” I heard my father scream from the hallway. I could hear the footsteps getting closer to my room. I shuddered, of course I was petrified of what was going to happen. Would he beat me again? The door slammed open , but this time I did not have protection; I was invulnerable. He stared down at me with his dark reassuring eyes. “Go look at what is on in the living room!” I cowardly stepped forward and moved my feet slowly, he pushed me faster each time I tried to slow down”

   “Were you watching this boy?” I looked closely at the screen and saw bright colored ponies talking in some field. “NO!” I replied, he shook his head “Well thank god, I thought you were going to turn into a faggot” he grabbed the remote from my cat with ease, the cat objected with a loud growl. “Shut up, ya stupid cat.” He switched off that girly show that was bothering him so much; grabbed his flask and took a huge swig of it; shortly after he let out a sigh that smelled like snowball’s bad breath. “Is that it?” I asked. He waved his hand and plopped on the couch “Whatever, go to ya room.”

   “I walked back to my room and noticed that my wounds were feeling better; so I figured I could write down some ideas for music. I reached for my pencil across the room and sat gently at my chair. The seat was wooden and hard, so I put a pillow on the chair. Now that I was comfortable, I could begin. I fit my pencil in my left hand and was about to stroke it when I heard the front door slam open, it was my father’s drunk, drug dealing, child abusing ass holes you wouldn’t call very good friends. “Well it looks like I’m staying in my room the rest of the night.” I turned my chair to look out my blinds and saw endless strands of rose, lemon, tangerine, and lavender. I glared to the sunset that day for a long time, until I began to weep for my mother. I begged and pleaded to hear her soft melodies she would sing to me before I fell asleep, I wanted to feel the warmth of a real hug; not the bitter coldness of a smack to the head or the marks of choking around my neck. It was loneliness, I did not have friends or colleagues that I could talk my problems to; I was fed up of this grown man’s nonsense. I grabbed my chair and threw it against my wall; the impact broke the chair on the spot. I grabbed my own hair and tossed myself to a corner. I did not cry, how could I; my father was not worth the tears that I have shed. I screamed to the skies begging a pleading for a sign. And sure enough, I was greeted by one.”

“What did you hear?” implied Sky streak. Stereo note turned to face his dead hearth.

“Music.”

     “I could hear a faint melody being played on a certain string instrument; my eyes looked up and I had gotten out of the corner to search for the source; but after hours of trying the melody withered away. I now realized how tired I would be for school tomorrow.”

         "Inside my dream, I saw myself floating in an unreal mass of nothing, when I looked to my left i saw a door. I floated towards the door and tried to twist it; but it would not budge at all. When I looked back to the place i was, i saw a creature that made my heart sink. It looked like a goat, with a dragon's tail and a lion's paw. i moved my hands with fury and tried to swim away from the beast that was getting closer."

      “I woke to an alarm splashing my face with reality, I told myself to stay in a warm embrace that engulfed my body. But all good things come to pass. So I got up and made my way down the narrow hallway I passed so many times; my father had already gotten up and left to his occupation; but the strangest thing happened, the television screen was tuned into the hub, remember the one show with the ponies?”

“ I left the television on and tried to ignore it, I grabbed my breakfast and slammed it to the table; the sounds irradiated from the monitor even louder and they became even harder to ignore; and then I heard, music. I turned my head toward the television set reluctantly. Instead of seeing some girly show of ponies prancing, I saw beautiful melodies and music beyond my own comprehension. Their magnificent sounds brightened my soul; just like when my mother was alive.”

“I shifted my head back and forth to watch their beautiful singing, when I looked back for the last time I saw the ending credits. Did I just watch a little girl’s show? But it was so good, one thing was certain I absolutely did not want my father to find out about this. I reached my hoodie sleeve back and saw that it was ten. “ it’s time to go to school.”

     “I opened my door to find the frost bitten wind had seeped through the apartment, I walked outside and felt for sure there would be storm approaching in the near future. I walked hastily to my front door and slid it open to let the breeze seep through. At first it was a cooling sensation that calmed my senses as slid past my front door. I put my hand on the cold metal railing and walked down my broken steps with caution.”

   “Walking to school had usually been a breeze, but today showed signs of overcast weather and very horrendous winds. The fall had just arrived in this windy city; and it had never been so windy as this. The clouds aligned in an almost ominous position. As I stared about the clouds I ran into a man dressed in a very expensive suit, he wore a dark mahogany beard aboard his chin, and his eyes shimmered a bright grey. He stared at my tumbled body but did nothing to help me in any way; all he did was stare at me with curiosity. He spoke in a rusty voice, “What’s wrong with ya pelvis lad?” I looked at my purple stained bruise on my left hip. “None of your business.” I grabbed a hold of the rusted pole beside me as I stood to my toes almost losing my balance. “Did ya fall lad?” I walked away from the bench leaving his question to flow in the wind. “Fuck off you creep!” I yelled from beyond his arms reach. “You got nowhere to go lad!” I looked at my wristwatch; I was already late for school. “I’m going home, just try and stop”- I was interrupted in the middle of my sentence to feel my arm being pulled behind my back and in an instant I was on the ground. I managed to mumble a single sentence, “How did you?”-. He pulled out a golden badge; which could only mean one problem. “ The name's officer McMareson boy, now you’re gonna tell me where your abusive, drunk, scumbag of a father is.”