My couch has never felt less comfortable. And of course the sun is shining right in my eye. I sit up with a sigh and rub my eyes for a moment. I glance at my TV and find out I was watching the Home Shopping Network. I look down at my coffee table and see my credit card and about nine beer bottles.
"Dammit..." I say aloud. "Heavy drinking and the Home Shopping Network don't mix." My head pounds as if it's going to explode. "Ugh..." I say as I retch into my wastebasket. "This needs to stop." I tell myself.
Then again, I told myself that every morning I woke up hungover. I stand up to go to the kitchen. I find the ceramic sculpture my mom made for me for my eighth birthday. It was a sculpture of me and my mom holding hands. On the base it read, 'Levi, I love you. Happy birthday to my special boy'. I lean against my counter and recall the events of the last month. At the beginning of May, I found out my girlfriend of a year had been cheating on me for six months. On the 15th of May, my mom finally died of cancer after having it since I was 12. And on top of that, my dad finally decided to come back into my life after 20 years. I was 23 and my life was headed nowhere fast, and I couldn't seem to do anything about it.
I finally decided to do something semi-productive and go for a walk. My neighborhood wasn't necessarily nice, but it wasn't ghetto either. I walked out and greeted all the same neighbors I greeted everyday. I walked for about an hour until I got tired of my surroundings. That seemed to be how it went every time I walked around. My routine was simple: get up, shake hangover, go for a walk, get bored, come back, check phone, and pick up a beer from the fridge. I was severely unhappy in this stage of my life. I got back and my father had called. Or I just call him John because I'm not very familiar with him.
"Hey kiddo! How are ya? You holding up just fine...?" he paused." Look Levi, I get that I just came back and it's hard to forgiv-" was all I wanted to hear.
"Deleted..." I uttered coldly under my breath. "Who the hell does he think he is? Just showing up out of nowhere after 20 fucking years." I laughed condescendingly, "God..." I scoffed, "God? Where's my 'God' when I need him? If there was a so-called God wouldn't he help out?" I wanted to give up so badly. I walked to the fridge and grabbed a Pabst.
Today was nice. It was warm and sunny. I told myself, "You know what? I'm not drinking today. At least not as much as normal..."
I decided to go to the park. I brought my laptop because I wanted to watch some My Little Pony episodes I had downloaded. The show gave me some much needed joy. I headed out and got there in about an hour. I'd been up for two and a half hours and it was 4:12 in the afternoon. That says something about how my life was. I got to my little private place behind the park. It was a small bridge over a very deep and fast river. The water flowing relaxed me. After sitting for a few minutes, I opened my laptop and began watching. It went the same as always: my heart exploded every time Fluttershy spoke, I fist pumped at every awesome thing Dashie did, and I laughed at everything Pinkie said. This show was my means of escape from how I was living. When I watched, my mother was still alive, my girlfriend still loved me, and my father had always been there to begin with.
But eventually it all had to end at some point. I looked over the rail of the bridge and watched the water flow. I was always mesmerized by the tranquility that could still exist while my life continued to be a living hell. I stood up on the wide rail of the bridge and stared down at the water. I wasn't worried, I did this all the time. But it had rained the night before, and I slipped. All I remember from then on is falling and hitting the sharp icy water.
I woke up after what had seemed like years. But I wasn't where I was before. I was in a vast, dark forest. It reminded me of something, but I couldn't remember what at the moment. I got up and found that my head ached worse than any hangover I'd ever experienced.
"Hello?" I called out. "Anyone out there??"
I finally decided to try and find somewhere I could get out of here from. I stumbled through the brush, tearing at the vegetation. I finally stumbled upon a dirt path. I decided to take the road that lead to the lighter end. I heard a small growl behind me, and I started walking faster. It got louder and closer, so I began to run. I looked back every few seconds expecting some horrible beast to be right on me, but it was just a noise. I still ran, not taking any risks. I looked back once more and body slammed something really hard. I sat up, and there I was staring down a blue-haired... Pony.