I don't cry.

It's just me, I never cry.

That doesn't stop me from wanting to. I wanted to cry, but I was so destroyed I couldn't even summon a few tears. I walked down the the plane aisle looking for my seat with a dead expression. I had booked the earliest flight back to North America at 6:00 a.m. New York, to be precise. That wasn't where I lived, but it had tall buildings...

I would kill myself when I got there, I wasn't deciding, I would. I took my seat and stared out my window with the vacant eyes of a lost soul. Normally I would be happy about getting a window seat, but due to my current situation... I wasn't. I watched all the little cars that carry around luggage drive around from plane to plane as I thought about my life. I had a great life. I was smart, VERY smart. I graduated high school at the age of 14, and went right into a swell little college in Hawaii. As a result, I never really had friends. I was either a freaky nerd to them, or never around long enough to know them. This left my social awareness... lacking. Luckily I was instructed by my parents on proper social behavior, or I might be too odd. Anyway, at 16 I got a job and eventually saved enough for the down payment for my own house, goodbye dorm room. Not that I had a problem with my roommate, in fact I would've gladly had him share the house with me.

Had he not died.

That house had been the embodiment of all my hard work, I'm gonna miss it... but not as much as him. No time to dwell on that though. Finally, something really good happend to me. I had been four years into college when she walked in my life. Both of us were studying to be marine biologists. We had started dating and kept dating for 3 years. I was in love. My parents had tried to tell me she wasn't who I thought. I didn't listen. She had shown me this cute little show called "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". I wasn't really into it at first, but I watched it so I could be close to her. I did end up becoming a happy member of the brony community thanks to her though. I spent so much time with her I even allowed my grades to start slipping. It didn't matter to me at the time, she was the only thing that mattered. Now I see how much of a fool I had been. Eventually, she had wanted to take our relationship to the "next level", but I refused because I had promised my parents I'd be abstinent.

Oh my gosh... My parents... I silently reminded myself. I hadn't even thought about them. Now the tears flowed freely as I mourned their deaths. Then I became angry. It wasn't fair that this all happened to me! Suddenly, I heard yelling at the front of the plane and looked up. A look of pure terror replaced my angry expression. I didn't know why and I didn't know how, but at the front of the plane was a man with a bomb strapped to his chest. Everyone was screaming bloody murder and praying like there wouldn't be a tomorrow. Which actually there might not be. I resisted the urge to slap the guy in front of me yelling, 'REPENT, REPENT!!!' Then the man with the bomb pulled out a gun too. A calmer part of my mind wondered how far airport security's thumbs were up their asses. He waved the gun around and everyone shut up really fast.

"Nobody move!" He screamed. I felt the anger return as I thought about how everyone here would be missed if they died. Everyone but me, because I had no one left. My parents and I were all only children and my grandparents had died while I was young. Knowing I was the only one with nothing to lose, I stood up to confront him. I rushed him and tried to knock him over and... I don't know. I never got close. He didn't look at me, but chose that moment to detonate himself. The last things I saw were two bright flashes.

Two? I questioned myself as I felt the explosion reach me.

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I groaned in pain with my eyes still closed. I...I survived? I questioned myself. If I did, I was only barely hanging on. My whole body throbbed in pain, at least the parts of it I could still feel did anyway. Great, I inwardly groaned, I can't even DIE! My breath came in short ragged gasps and I opened my eyes to see if there was an explanation to my survival. I looked down and checked my body first. I saw that I was severly bruised and burned. Not to mention the fact that my arms were covered in gashes. Not able to determine anything from my injuries, I turned to my surroundings. I looked around and saw tons of books and everything around seemed to be made out of wood. Then I felt something on my brow. Breath. I looked up and looked right into the biggest pair of eyes I'd ever seen. They looked oddly familiar, and were purple. Wait, purple? I asked myself.

"W...w...who a..are..." I tried to ask as a huge wave of nausea and diziness washed over me. The eyes backed away very quickly and were revealed to be attached to a small, lavender horse.

"He...hello?" she asked. I faded into unconciousness.