//------------------------------// // I promise, Scarlet... // Story: They'll never Hear You, if You Don't Speak // by ianv64 //------------------------------// I was now 16 years old. After a lot of convincing, and promises, my mom let me drop out. Scarlet finished, and had a nice job on the ground, helping with weather on the ground. My mom told me that since I've dropped out, and I'm not going to school, I have to live as if I've grown up. Meaning, I can't live at home. Scarlet is letting me stay with her. Through all these years, Scarlet is the ONLY friend I've had. It might have to stay that way. It probably will. At this rate, I'll never find that special somepony who loves me, and who I also love, no matter what. I began to pack. I looked in my closet, which was clogged with random old toys still. I looked on the shelf, and I saw a box of my childhood belongings. I tried to make a "self time capsule." I looked in it. My old lunch box, some old stories about "The Nitroids" And some other stories. I looked in the notebook of the Nitroids. My grammar and spelling and such, were really bad. I mean, I WAS a young colt, but I can't believe it was this bad. I picked up an old robot toy, and examined it. "This was from when I was 6." Under it, lied the memory I never wanted to remember. I promised to forget it... "Separated Wings Never Fly as Fast." I looked at the pages. I remember writing this, from so long ago. I looked in the chapters where I said I'd be 16. Everything to the exact detail ACTUALLY happened. I looked in the chapters of when I was in middle school. EVERYTHING! exact. The suicide attempts, and all. "How is this even possible?" I thought to myself. "There's no way I could have predicted the future THIS well." I put in in my case, and promised myself to look at it later. I also threw in some of the Nitroid stories. I'm going to make sure to go somewhere with writing some day in my life. After packing, I flew down to Scarlet's. My wings never were the same after being in the hospital. I could fly, but I was only half as fast as I used to be. Scarlet prepared a room for me, and I thanked her. I had to find some sort of job, to at least show I'm making some sort of effort towards life. .................. It's been a month now, and I haven't found a job. Last night though, I realized that whatever divine force is not letting me have friends, is getting more and more cruel. Scarlet was out on a night shift at the diner she works at. The police knocked on my door. They gave me some bad news. There was a shooting at the diner. She was caught in it. Straight in the head. No pulse, no breath, no heart beat. She's gone. The only friend I could hold close in the world... The only pony who was always nice to me, and loved me...Is gone. What am I going to do now? I literally have NO ONE!! My sister is dead. I sat on the couch the whole night, and became lost in my own thoughts of depression and grief. I didn't move it seemed. I didn't sleep either. I didn't even write anything. I remembered the book I wrote. I hesitated. I pased around the bag I hadn't touched, with the notebook in it. I opened the notebook. page 89. Me, 16 years old...Living with my sister, and she dies at her job... I predicted this....I predicted everything that happened in my life!!! I didn't even know it! I don't know how I could have predicted such a thing. What is this? Is this some sort of curse? I promise Scarlet, I'll make you proud... I'll try to live the way you always wanted me to... There was a funeral for her. I went, and her friends didn't talk to me, or say anything to me. My mom was silent too. She cried a lot. But I wasn't spoken to. I tried to talk to her, but I only got one word answers, or cries... I need to be here. But, I can't even converse with anyone. I'm losing everyone, and everything... My mom doesn't speak to me. No one even was friends with me in the first place...What's wrong with me? What am I in the world for? ............................................. I sulked in my sadness for a few days. After a week, I managed to get a job. I helped at some place called Sugarcube Corner. Selling sweets. I was hired so that one of the other employees could take a break and stop eating half of the food they cooked. I was working from 11:00 AM to about 4:00 PM in the afternoon. I'd get a customer or a few every 20 minutes. at about 3:30 PM a mare came in, she sounded a little annoyed. She had a rainbow mane. "Have you seen Pinkie Pie?" She asked. "No, sorry, she's not working this shift. I haven't seen her." I said. "Alright." She went off. She flew, and a rainbow streak followed her path. Kinda like when somepony saved me from falling. Is it the same pony? After about 10 minutes. Another mare came in. She was looking for Pinkie Pie as well. Pinkie Pie must have been popular. "Have you seen Pinkie Pie?" She asked with a very hesitant, and shy voice. "Sorry, I haven't. Another pony came looking for her too a few minutes ago." "Okay, thank you." She said, trotting off. Her voice was soft, and sweet. I thought about her for a few minutes. I felt like I've heard that kind of voice before. Her appearance seems familiar too. Pink hair, yellow coat... I suddenly had the most random flash back of early childhood. I was about 9 years old. I heard a chant "Fluttershy can hardly fly!" I heard her cry, and I came over and hugged her, and comforted her. .. Fluttershy.......FLUTTERSHY!!! SHE'S ALIVE!!!!!