Chapter Eleven, Not all Scars are Visible.
I got out my razor blade as the bath continued to run and looked in the mirror. There was a scar across my forehead now, it was a good looking scar. It was shaped like a claw or blade had scrapped its way across my head. Twilight and I agreed not to speak of how I actually got it, and I decided it would be an idea to say I got it from defending her from a strange creature that she had been talking about, that way it made me look epic, and it didn’t make her look like a prat. Lyra also liked the scar, she said it made me look like a warrior. It wasn’t the only scar I had though, there was a massive one on the underside of my right thigh, and two small ones on the back of my hand. I had no idea how I had got any of them, but they were there and just recently I had given myself another, just on the bottom left hand side of my chin from shaving with my knife. I was much more adept at it now though, and barley cut myself. I splashed my face with hot water to open up my pores, and started to shave away the stubble. I left the hair on the underside of my chin though, I quite liked it, so did Lyra. Now I think about it, is there anything Lyra doesn’t like about me? I tried to forget about her. I was conflicted in my thoughts. I still had Joanne back home… Joanne… Home…
It was obvious I wasn’t going to go back home to me now though, I didn’t want to either. Ponyville was my home now. It had been over two and a half months since that fateful day. If I did somehow get back to earth, I would be in the air falling to my doom again. My parents and brother were obviously dead, there was no way a single person could have survived that. And even if I got back and DID survive, where would I stay? Joanne boarded at Filing Hall school, I couldn’t stay there, if I was to still stay at Robbin Hoods Bay I would have to stay with my Granddad or go live with my Uncle and Aunt. I wouldn’t know if any of them would be able to look after me properly, my Uncle didn’t have the room, and my Granddad didn’t really have the money or energy. Things would never be the same on earth, no matter how hard I tried, I would always be sad there.
I still didn’t really want to go out with Lyra because I still wanted to be with Joanne, it felt like I would still be cheating. However, Lyra really did like me, but probably as more as a sex object rather than someone to have a proper relationship with. However… Teenage boys are teenage boys… Should I? Oh god that’s a weird thought, she’s a god damn pony DMT, shut up. But I would be with these ponies for the rest of my life. Fucking hormones, I’m almost always surrounded by females, and a few of them seem to be more than just friendly towards me, I don’t really want to be single forever.
Around ten thousand more thoughts like these, all fighting with each other went around my head until I couldn’t take anymore. I just forgot everything, wiped my mind of all thoughts, finished my shave, and sank down into the bath.
“Ahhhhhhhh… Bliss… Peace… It’s just me and the water…” I just sank deeper, and deeper, and deeper. I wonder if I should go and talk to Rarity about Lyra … Stop thinking DMT. What if… Stop thinking DMT. How about… Stop thinking for Christ’s sake. But…
“GOD DAMN IT BRAIN! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!” I shouted aloud. I just couldn’t relax, there was nothing I could do to, it was like chasing your shadow. I ended up just scrubbing myself down, washing my hair and getting out. I just couldn’t sit there, I needed something to do. I was angry, sad, depressed, I wanted to unleash over a year’s worth of fury into something, beat it until it had been turned into dust, and then beat it some more. I got out of the bath and pulled out the plug, I dried off with a towel that Twilight never used and didn’t want, I had claimed it for my own. It was frayed at the edges and it was a sort of redy, pink colour. It was my new, old, trusty towel. I smiled at the coincidence and my mind wandered to that day when I was truly happy and still on my home planet while I pulled on my clothes. It had been a good day.
I joked with my brother, spent a little time with mum and dad, some time with Joanne and sparky. I now shed a few tears, from happiness and sadness. That day… I would never get one like it again, but at least it was a well spent last day on earth. I decided I’d better wipe my face before I went out the bathroom, and did so. I went downstairs and decided to get dinner on a roll. I reckoned I would do mine and Twilights favourite tonight. Fried and diced fish in an apple salad.
The next morning I grabbed an apple and then went off out the door. Twilight had left to help Fluttershy with Angel an hour ago, I had decided to help Spike tidy up her mess when she left, but he said that he could manage the rest himself. Today was one of my days off I took every now and then, and I decided it would be a good idea to go and see Rarity. I had a hole in one of my shoes that needed fixing, and I wanted a punch bag, and who knows? She might actually have some good advice. I was wearing my epic wide brimmed hat and a large Russian looking raincoat there had been a wet and windy day scheduled today. I trudged my way through the dreary weather until I reached my destination. I opened the door and was greeted by three sewing needles in my face. It took my brain a while to register the pain and when it did, it provoked this reaction.
“FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU”
“Holy horseapples, are you ok?” Rarity had realised what she just used as a pincushion.
“God damn Rarity, is today ‘National torture the bloody human’ holiday or something?” I removed a needle slowly and carefully from my left cheek.
“It’s not a holiday if it’s everyday DMT”
“AAAHHHHWWOWOWOWOWOW” Rarity had tactlessly plucked out the other two with her magic. “JEEEEESSUUUSS”
“At least they’re not full sized needles” she offered.
“Shut up” I offered back
“Well then, to what to I owe the pleasure?” She asked as if she didn’t care about the pain she had just inflicted on me.
“Oh you know, I just thought I would stop by for a bit of torture and verbal abuse, as you do” I said still rubbing my face.
“I see your razor sharp wit is at its prime as always”
“Glad you noticed, now, this shoe has a large hole in it…” I plonked it down on the counter. “And I would like you to make me a punch bag” she examined the shoe. The sole was peeling off the bottom revealing a spot where the water had been getting in.
“A punch bag you say, interesting. Do you have any particular colour or fabric in mind?” I looked at her.
“It’s a punch bag Rarity, I plan on beating the shit out of it”
“Do you have anything in mind?” She repeated.
“It’s not going to be a mantelpiece ornament, just throw something reasonably hard-warring together and I’ll take it”
“Ok then, I’ll have this shoe done in two minutes but the punch bag will take twenty minutes or so”
“That’s fine, I’ll just sit down and wait. I’ve got my I-pod” I gave her a nod and she went off to make and fix my orders. While she was gone, I listened to some of my favourite ponystep songs. I listened to Breaking Bonds by AcusticBrony, Prince Whatever, DJ MHM and I Bring Da LULZ, I listened to Hush club mix by Archie and TheLivingTombstone, and I listened to Bittersweet by Aviators.
Eventually Rarity came back with my shoe and the empty punch bag, and I started to think of what I would really, really like to hit.
“I just had a great idea” I told her. “Could you stich some writing onto that punch bag for me?”
“Of course, what would you like me to stich onto it?”
Three minutes later, the punch bag now had the words:
God
Satan
Life
The Universe
Everything
Hitler
And the name of a kid that had gone to almost all of my schools that I hated an unbelievable amount: Jadir Konturk, all written across different parts of it for the obvious reason, that those were the things I would really, really like to hit.
“Is this ok?” I looked at the bag. It was black and the text on it was blue.
“Ok that’s perfect… Rarity, can I ask you something?”
“Why not, I can’t guarantee you’ll survive to hear the answer though”
“Deal”
“Ask me the question DMT”
“Well…” I rubbed the back of my neck “There’s this pony you see…”
She raised her eyebrow. “There’s this pony that really likes me but I don’t know what to do”
“I would give it a go if I was you, it might take the edge off all the um… God, satan, life, the universe, everything, Hitler and Kadir Jonturk” She read off the punchbag.
“Well it’s more complicated than that, she’s obsessed with me, and she acts really sexually around me and… Well… I can’t really handle aggressive women” Her eyebrow went higher.
“So you’re scared of her?”
“No! I’m just cautious, I’m not really in a good way at the moment, and I wouldn’t want it to affect her. And she’s so crazy about me, if something happened to me or if we broke up, she’d probably do something really stupid”
“She might do it if you don’t pay any attention to her though”
“I never thought about it like that… So is that it? No ‘Oh it’s all got to be perfect, I must control everything?’ Rarity following me around?”
“Nope, I only did that a few times I ended up making things go horribly wrong”
“At least you finally noticed then”
“Yes well… I’ll have the punch bag delivered to Twilights filled up and ready tomorrow”
“Ah yes, what do you want for the shoe and the punch bag then?” I asked.
“Nothing” she replied.
“Wut?”
“Nothing”
“Why?” I looked at her questioningly.
“I stabbed you in the face when you came in, take it as an apology of sorts”
“I would accept that reason for the shoe, but not the punch bag, how many bits do you want”
“I don’t want any, I told you. Can you remember which element I am the bearer of?”
“Bankruptcy?” I asked.
“Har har”
“Rarity, I don’t like getting free stuff off everypony, it feels wrong, why should everyone else have to pay for all their stuff and I get it for free? I can afford it so I should pay for it”
“Fine” she sighed “Waste your money, the bag will be 7 bits” I gave her eight.
“Have a tip” I said, and turned around to walk back outside.
“Bye then” She said. “Oh, and I’ll tell Lyra your thinking about her” My brain melted.
“What did you say?” I asked in disbelief.
“I said I’ll tell Lyra your thinking about her”
A familiar figure went past the window outside. I looked at rarity and she looked at me. “Don’t, PLEASE!”
“LYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” She called.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”