Monday
It's quickly growing dark as Swift Note is struggling to the safety of land, an intense pain burning in his joints and blood staining his hoodie that was soaked from the rain.
He was constantly asking himself what had happened and why he had crash landed, it was something he had never done before but now everything was different.
In the crash his wings had caught on something and they were torn out from the velocity he had been falling at, he sighed finding a sheltered area and started to look through his saddlebag.
He felt his heart sink when he took an inventory of what was left and only found a few pieces of paper, nothing on them and no way to write on them.
He was without money in Manehattan and alone as well, no friends or family live in the area.
He looks around and sees some bread thrown away and his stomach growls, swallowing all of his pride he takes it and eats as he walks off looking for a place he can sleep for the night.
Completely alone he understands that somehow his mother planned for this to happen.
Nightmare
I'm running like I have from birth.
Running from the family that doesn't really care about my body.
Suddenly I'm falling towards something black.
I see metal claws reaching out for me.
They sharply grab my wings.
Somehow I'm still falling despite my wings being held by the claws.
I'm drowning now.
In a scream Swift Note wakes up looking around and then swears "even when I can sleep I can't!"
He stormed down the alleyway that has become his home while he struggles with his life on these streets without money or food.
Thursday
Today Swift got a nice surprise from where he has been getting food, a half finished cup of coffee and some bread.
He was quick to return to the alleyway where nopony ever came, in minutes the drink was gone just like the bread.
For once Swift felt he could actually get some sleep.
He fell asleep curled up despite the rain beating down on his head.
Saturday
He woke up to a knife held against the back of his neck "you've got a lot a nerve being around her punk" he body tensed as the words went through his mind.
He slowly got up "s-sorry, I didn't know that-" he was shoved into the wall and went silent.
"It'll cost you" Swift felt tears trailing down his face "what's wrong filly?"
"I don't have anything..." he was slammed into the wall again dazing him.
"I'll make you deal then" despite the fear going through his head he nodded waiting "you give me that saddlebag and I'll let you stay in this alley."
Scared and without an option he gave over the saddlebag and was left alone to sleep.
Sunday
It started to rain further and he could only curl up against the cold that is racking his body with pain and greaf, living on the streets is not a place for anypony, especially a Pegasus made Earth Pony.
The rain only does one thing that is good for Swift; it masks his tears.
End of Week 1