"I just want the nightmare to end..."
When one closes their eyes, drifts off to sleep, the mind works mysteriously. Dreams come forth, they bring us strange readings on how we are doing in our lives, even when they are not easily readable. But always, when the time to wake comes, the dream fades and is often never seen again.
But then there are nightmares... our subconsciousness trying to tell us something we don't know. They often terrify us... because we are afraid of the truth behind it. But just like the dream, they eventually fade... but not for Scootaloo. For her, each night, she is visited by the same exact nightmare.
Lost and scared in her own dreams, she begins to give up, to slip into depression. After all, no one pony can suffer too much trauma brought upon by their own brain. But one night, during the dream... she realizes that something else is there, floating in her subconscious.
And she feels that soon, the nightmare will end.
Foreword: This story is based upon my own personal experiences after finding my father nearly died from attempted suicide for about a month. Everything in the story is a metaphor to my own life, everything from the shack in the middle of nowhere (my loneliness) to the cliff (the escape).
Mainly, this was written as per request by my therapist, who said I should write a metaphoric story about those times in a way that makes me happy. So naturally, I chose ponies. And who better than Scootaloo, who, in my fanon, lives like I do?