5
Instrumentals
"Hngh...*burp*...Wha...?" I woke up in Twi's bathroom, hooves covered in my own vomit. That drink had just made my What I Should've Never Done list. The bathroom was dark and the only light shining was of the sunset. Sunset?
I can't believed I fell asleep in Twilight's bathroom, face first in, what I imagined was Neighgermeister and bits of carrots. And on top of all that, I had never felt so confused. The events from the past few days have nearly drained me of every bit of energy and emotional control I had left. I didn't know whether to cry or punch something.
After cleaning that nasty shit from my mouth, by use of Twi's toothbrush, I left the bathroom. They still hadn't got back yet. I guessed they were at Shy's place and were...making up. I didn't care anymore. My head pounded and my stomach and heart cried. I stumbled my way to Twilight's room for some sleep, if I got any.
Finding the room, and the bed, I ran to it and flopped down. I closed my eyes and hoped for the best...
"Agh!" Only to find I hit my head on something. It was a c.d. player. Strange, I didn't take her to be such a pony that likes this stuff. I opened it to find a black disc that read 'Box Cart Racer' and nothing else. I thought I could use something to do, or something to fall asleep to. Putting the headphones on and laying my head on to the pillow, I closed my eyes and pressed play...
The sound was dark, but inviting. Acoustic guitar only played. It sounded like something you'd listen to if you were deeply depressed...*sigh*, but it was strangely catchy. The vocals came in and numbness went through my mind as a heavy sleep took over...
Caught off guard,
All worked up,
The air is as dark and cold as night,
Let me go,
I'm not done,
I swear I'll take just one life time...
And I...
I won't lie...
I won't sin...
Maybe I don't wanna go...
Maybe I don't wanna go...
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Golden stood in a filed of golden flowers. They looked as though they were dead, but their color was very much alive. The flowers stood perfectly still as a gust of wind came by. The sky was a dark shade of grey and stars were out, but instead of being small dots of light, they were dark shadowed bullet holes in the sky. Clouds rushed by over head at an alarming rate, signaling that the day was going by in seconds.
The landscape terrified her. Golden looked around for a sign of relief, maybe a forest or a small barn. Just a sign of life anywhere. She called out in every direction.
"Hello? Is anypony here?" Nothing came. She felt the flowers brush against her fur as she walked about the field. She did so in one direction, hoping it will bring her to an end. She noticed a small figure in the distance, but couldn't make it out. Golden broke out into a trot towards it. Her trot turned into a full on gallop. The figure wasn't drawing closer, only further away.
Out of desperation, she cried out to it. "WAIT!" Golden cried. "Don't leave me here!"
I should have asked,
I could have helped,
At least a buckin' thousand times before,
Will this offer,
Get me in?,
Or does this prove that they gave more?
And I...
I won't lie...
I won't sin...
Maybe I don't wanna go...
Maybe I don't wanna go...
After several minutes of sprinting, she lost her footing and fell to the ground. It felt as though she land on solid concrete, which it turn out to be. Golden was no longer in the field of identical golden flowers. She laid on the ground of what appeared to be a city. It was empty and showed no form of life. The sky was no longer grey, but pitch black with no stars. She looked at her surroundings. The buildings where cracked and hollow, . They stood high above her, piercing the sky but didn't appear to have stopped there. The side walk was cracked as well. They smelled of decay and brimstone. Only dust and crumbs of cement filled the streets of this ghostly place.
Golden got to her hooves and began walking through the torn urban playground in front of her. She saw windows broken and carriages tipped over. Each with no sign of it having been that way recently. The wind was blowing papers about the streets. One hit Golden in the face, blocking her view. She removed the parchment from her vision and looked terrifyingly at it. It read in very small print, written in dripping orange ink...
And I...
I won't lie...
I won't sin...
Maybe I don't wanna go...
Maybe I don't wanna go...
Those words repeated themselves in Golden's head to the point of her screaming in agony. Every window that hadn't been touched, broke simultaneously. The music she was listening to before this nightmare began surrounded the background, but was loud and distorted. The sound was dark and sad, like the song was writing to a greater being to save it.
The buildings above her cracked and began to fall. The city was tearing it self apart. She collapsed to the ground covering her ears with her hooves. As she looked up, the crumbling buildings fell before her. She was about to die, and she knew it. With tears in her eyes, Golden screamed the only thing that came to her mind...
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Cherilee ran through Golden's house, having found the door wide opened she feared the worst. She checked the bathroom, the living room, and the kitchen. All that was left was Golden's room, of which the door was cracked open. She barged through looking about hopelessly.
"Golden?! Where are you-" On the floor, next to the bed, a small puddle of blood seeped through the broken bits of a cider bottle. Cherilee turned pale and felt dizzy as she looked closer. 'This....This isn't happening....' She thought looking closer. The blood covered a small area of the floor and lead hoof prints through to the bathroom and stopped at the front door. Cherilee let go of a breathe she had been holding. The thought about Golden being hurt and nowhere near her left her mind. She walked to the front door and left the house to town.
I wonder if she's at Twilight's...' She thought trotting through the center of Ponyville, heading towards the library. 'She has been spending an awful lot of time with her...' Cherilee sighed. She remembered the times she would wake up to find a saddened and disgruntled Golden on her porch. She would always let her in and never turn her down. All the times they spent together clouded the violet mare's mind. She just kept picturing that same moment.
She was on the couch, with Golden sleeping in her lap. She was stroking her mane and comforting the poor mare. All those nightmares and sleepless night had affected her and she needed company while she slept. Cherilee didn't mind, in fact, she never did. Not once, did she feel that Golden was taken up her time, because when she was around, she wanted all her time to go to her.
Now, however, she may never see Golden again. Cherilee looked at the ground as she walked, tears seeping through her eyes, but not falling. All was silent. Not many were out at this time seeing how the sun was going down. Cherilee gazed behind her shoulder and stared at the sunset for a few moments. It was beautiful, the oranges and the reds and pinks where flowing across the sky as the sun slowly made it's way down. It was as if the colors moved with each other like a wave. This made her feel completely at bliss...
"CHERILEEEEE!!!"
"Golden?!" Cherilee snapped out of her gaze. The scream came from the direction of the library, and defiantly belonged to the golden pony. She sprinted all the way to the library's door and busted through it. She looked around the room, but nopony was there. Without thinking, she went up the stares and checked Twi's room. She saw Golden, clutching her pillow, sobbing loudly as she twitched in pain. Cherilee rushed over and grabbed her in a tight embrace. She ripped the headphones off and whispered into her ear. "It's me, Golden. I'm here, I'm here. Stop crying..."
Golden's sobs went to silent whimpers, to which Cherilee thought was cute. She had Golden in her arms as she sat on the bed. All that went through her mind was the golden mare's safety. After a few moments, Golden slowly came to...
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It was dark, completely dark. The weight of the buildings where lifted off me. I slowly lifted my eye lids and glanced around. I saw her...Cherilee. She looked down at me with a warm smile as she held me close. That song repeated over and over in my head. I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go...
I lurched up and hugged Cherilee to my chest. The fear set in me. I didn't want die, I didn't wanna go. She pulled away to look me in the eye. Her's were filled with tears, for me. She came all this way...for me.
"Golden..." She began. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told Twilight about...you know. But I had to! I wasn't there for you most of the time when I wanted to be! So, I told her. Can't you see what I'm trying to say?"
I didn't care. I didn't care about Twilight, about Fluttershy, about that bucking cliff! I just cared about Cherilee.
"Golden, I was looking for you to apologize and...well, I wanted to say-"
"Shut up!" I screamed, burying my face into her shoulder. "I don't care! I never did! Just stay here, Lee. Please...I don't wanna go..." Of course, I won't tell her. At least not yet, but now was not the time. Something in that dream was trying to tell me something. It had opened a closed door in my mind, and all those Celestia forsaken memories that I kept locked up were about to reveal their ugly heads. Cherilee looked at me with concern.
"Golden...What are you talking about?"
Maybe I don't wanna go...
To Be Continued...