Forgotten

"AAHHHHHHH!" I screamed as I was awoken from the nightmare. My roommate, DJ-Pon3, raced into the room.

"Dude, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. Just another stupid nightmare." I mumbled. She eyed me questionably and backed out of the room. This was the seventh time I've had the nightmare. It was always the same: some creep committing suicide and taking on someone's life. Some yellow pony I don't know, although I'm pretty sure she was a model a while back. Her name was...Fluttershy, I think.

Anyways, I didn't know why I kept having this dream. It would come randomly whenever I tried to sleep. I don't know why I kept having it; all I knew was that it had to mean something. I just wasn't sure what.

        I got out of bed. This was starting to become routine. I strolled into the kitchen and opened a cabinet, when suddenly DJ came in with her boom-box roaring with 'wubs'. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore it, but only for so long.

        "VInyl, turn that down!" I shouted.

        "Tavi, you need to lighten up for once," she smirked, but turned off the boom-box and set it down. I just rolled my eyes and resumed to looking in the cabinet for something to eat. Finally, I came upon a satisfying box of cereal, grabbed it, and poured a dry bowl.

        I sat down across from where DJ was now eating energy bars. We didn't talk much, but I did mumble a few things about the dreams that Vinyl would attentively listen to and then reply, "Dang." This had been the average breakfast for the past few weeks. Once we finished eating, it was time for me to go to work in Canterlot.

       I got up, combed my hair, tied on my collar and bow tie, grabbed my cello, and headed off. I was glad to get away from the dream. I could now resume my normal life as Octavia, the master cellist and symphony player.

      The weather outside was fairly average; there were birds flying around and chirping, and everypony I could see seemed to be doing fine. I headed towards the train station. Everything was normal, so far. Wow, I groaned. It's almost like I'm asking for something bad to happen.

      I stood in line at the sign-in service at the station. Suddenly a cloaked pony came up to me. She removed her hood. It was that pony from my dreams!

     "What do you want?" I asked, trying to hide my fear. She just stared at me. There was something about that stare...that cold, icy stare. I suddenly felt light-headed. The last thing I remember was a pony asking if I was okay.

The next victim has come.