The Tone of Forgotten Bells

As you awoke, you realized you were covered in your own sweat and still a bit groggy when you finally decided to get up. You proceeded to the bathroom for a cold shower, like you always did whenever something unusual occurred.

Another dream?, you ask yourself, but for some reason-it dawns on you that it may have been a small piece of a forgotten memory. Of course, it wasn’t exactly forgotten if you remembered a fragment of it, but it’d be better if this small detail was abandoned, the heartless bastard you where. You held onto this thought while the cold water ran through your coat and mane

'Just who the HAY were those fillies?'

Once you finished your shower, and after drying off because you definitely would have gone downstairs without drying off, and getting yourself a cold on top of your dream conundrum and that was were mother and father awaited. You never could get along with them, as they were fairly insistent on recovering your lost memories. Many would have doubted it to be a fine idea to focus on your disliked parents and aggravate their obsession, but you’d be damned if you weren't brave enough to try facing them with your own opinions. After all, what’s wrong with who I am now?

The few memories you managed to ‘stumble across’ about them where more so negative, always fighting, never getting along. In fact, they never got along with the old you either! You still wanted to test how much your parents cared for the old you. More so than who you where ‘now’!So, without any other thoughts on the matter, you met up with your parents.

“Morning son, sleep well?” said the grey unicorn in front of you. You simply gave an indifferent ‘no’. Proving yourself to be a brave old spirit, you slipped in that you had a dream of a previously forgotten memory. Now, what was that about aggravating their obsession? With that announcement, the clockwork paused. Time seemed to stop for a few minutes, before your parents launch into a bombardment of questions about your dream. After five whole minutes of this seemingly endless rubbish, you feel a nerve snap.

"ENOUGH!" you yell, annoyed by their over-excited questionnaire.They froze up yet again, and begin a lecture you swore you heard many times before

“Son, we just want to help you”

'Bull'

You KNEW they just wanted you out of their home so they would not have some mentally unstable wreck in their home. Ever since the ‘incident’, you were always on edge- just about to truly snap. But this time, this time was the one time he wasn't going to listen to their lies!After a couple of minutes of furious shouting, you rose up and stormed out of your home.

No plans ready, nothing. You just left, galloping down the streets of town, heading for somewhere to blow some steam. Though this was only your first time telling them he had caught on to their charade long ago, he already had a quiet place to settle down after an argument. One that had never been found. Eventually, you arrived at the secret place; within a scrap yard, you simply found and kicked up a two by four, and broke it instantly.Though there would be several more in an Equestrian scrap yard, considering the ‘wide range’ of scrap able items available in Equestria.

"Oi! I can tell you’re mad right now, snapping that wood like that.” said a rough, scratchy voice. When you turned around, you saw a tan-coated Pegasus with a red mane.

"Yeah, I am. Fix, do you have anything that needs to be turned into scrap?" After the question was asked, the Pegasus went farther inside and reemerged with a broken old table in tow, and proceeded to set it up.

"All I have at the moment, so go ahead." Fix replied, after preparing the table. With a strong buck, you sent splinters flying everywhere. So, after that, Fix invited you inside his little shack of a home, if you could call it that. He preferred to live where he worked; fixing anything that others think are broken.Believe it, people will sometimes think something that is perfectly fine is broken. It’s all in opinion.

Fix was the only pony you considered a friend- therefore, your true friend. The only one you had in the entire town of yours.

Even though you changed on him, he never made it his job to bring the old you back, and accepted whom you where ‘now’.

After telling him what went on, he didn't seem surprised. He knew that you and your family never got along, even with your memories.

"You know bro? I think it's about time we get you out of this town, as there really isn't much for you here, and so, I am willing to help you with that." He smiled cheerfully, since he was only doing what he thought was best for you.

"But where would I go Fix? I have no place left but here."

Fix nearly closed his eyes, and thus, began his thinking process. His eyes snapped open as he realized something. "I know where you can go! Before you lost your memories, there was this little town called Ponyville you used to live in. Maybe you could live there!"

'Ponyville? Isn't that the town I was in, in last nights’ dream?'

After about a couple hours of spent planning, Fix lent you the bits to get a train ticket for Ponyville. He said you could pay him back when you are able to, and he helped you get a few belongings that were still at your house. As you and Fix walked through town, on the way to the train station, you decided to glance at the place you had called home for years. A small town, one that was a bit gloomy, as you can say, holding a population of mostly grey ponies. Fix and you are a member of the exceptions. When you approached the station, it was clear that it was time to say goodbye.

"Well, this is where we say goodbye, Fix." You said, with a sorrow dripping over you.

After you closed your eyes, he patted you on the shoulder.

"Hey bro, no need to get all sad on me. I will be sure to visit you sometimes, so remember this isn't our last goodbye. Who knows, maybe if you like Ponyville a lot, I might move there!" He replied with a smile.

A brohoof was exchanged, and you got on the train

As you began to look out through the window, you felt drowsiness overtake you. Probably because of the lack of sleep, from the abrupt ending of the memory in the early morning. As you closed your eyes, a single thought crept through your mind.

'Cheers, to a new beginning!'