Let's start from the beginning. My full name is Roselyn Hemoglobin Redheart. I was born to a father who always took the night shift and a mother who sold roses on a Detrot street corner. My mother died when I was ten years old. She was shot during a firefight between a squad of police officers and drug-runners working for the city's worst gang. The nurse at the hospital told me a stray bullet must have pierced  her lung.  I remember coming into the hospital with my auntie and seeing my father in tears, offering the surgeons and nurses his money, his house, and his blood. But by that point, it was already too late. Her left lung had collapsed and her body went into anaphylactic shock followed by brain death.

Something in my father broke, and I never got to see him again. Overtime, night-shifts, day shifts, and research projects. He simply had no time for me anymore. At the time, I thought it was because he stopped loving me. Now I know that it was just his way of coping. I became...obsessed after that. I would lock myself in my room for hours, poring over medical text. I lost all my friends because I would stay in the library until it closed every day. My dad had his ways of coping. I had mine. Eventually, time passed and I graduated medical school.

I think what did it for me was the fact that my father didn't come to my graduation ceremony. As soon as I got my diploma, I rushed home and I found him sitting in his favorite chair. The big comfy one that he'd use to tell me stories on. He looked up at me from his cup of coffee and newspaper and simply said "oh. You're here early."

I took the 4 o'clock to Ponyville the next day. It helped that the only one I had to say goodbye to was my mother. But she wouldn't miss me.  

Time passed, I married and had a filly. My husband turned out to be an asshole so I divorced him and got a restraining order.  

And now...and now....I work fifteen hours a day. I wake up at five in the morning and get back at ten in the evening. The rare off days I get, my kid avoids me like the plague. And after ten years in ponyville, I have no friends to hang out with.

My name is Roselyn Redheart. Full time nurse at Ponyville General Hospital. I've saved many lives over the years. I guess the only one that needs saving now is my own.

-The giver

....Is what I have so far of my newest story. Anyways. If you have any questions or concerns or general thoughts. Feel free to either P.M me or leave a comment on this blog. Just keep an eye out for The giver. I don't know how to end this without sounding even MORE like I'm trying to shovel a story down your throats, so yeah. If you wanna know more, too bad. I'm keeping this under wraps until I'm done. But if you wanna help me write it, feel free to ask.