“I could feel she was herself! Lost among the darkness, she found her way home.” Tiara spoke in a voice of melodic glee.
Her small tail swished excitedly back and forth as she sat at the kitchen table, enjoying a small bowl of oats for her breakfast this bright new day. Across the table Spoiled Rich lifted her muzzle high in the air with a sneer, a small cup of coffee before her with steam wafting across the rim.
The sun washed through the open window of the kitchen, basking all in a warm light that protected any who it touched from harm. The mare allowing a small huff to escape her lips, the child chatting away in such an annoying manner.
“I just know she is getting better.” Tiara flashed a sweet smile to her new mother.
“Six Months.”
“What?” The child spoke with a sense of confusion.
“Six months. That is how long it took her to even show a slight bit of personality.” Spoiled gave an eye roll and stood up from her seat.
“Well yeah. But that is still a glimmer of…”
The blinds of the kitchen came smashing down loudly, Tiara could only gasp aloud in shock, a chill wicked darkness covering all inside the small room. The mare glaring to her with an icy look of pure hate, the child could only sit in silence and fear.
“A glimmer of nothing! Hope or whatever you please is lost on that creature!” Spoiled shook her head back and forth slowly.
“You lie.” Tiara let a whimper escape her lips.
“I fear not dear. Just because that fool, knew you for a split second. Does not mean she is getting well.” Spoiled walked over to the child, gazing down in a emotionless state.
“As of now. She knows nothing of you, a faceless child in a wave of despair.” Spoiled towered over the child with ease, placing a cold wicked hoof atop her shoulder.
“She is gone. All that remains is the here and now!”
“You mean...yourself?” Tiara spoke slowly, her ears perking up slightly as she lifted her head to the mare locking gazes.
“What does that mean?”
“You will never be my mother. You might have tricked father and all the others, but I can see through you.”
“Hold your tongue!”
“All I see is just filth. You must see it too, I never see you once gaze into a mirror.” Tiara spoke aloud as a loud pop filled the room around them, the small child holding to her face in pain and shock.
“I’m your mother now! I demand respect!” Spoiled slammed a hoof atop the table loudly, the child curling up into a small ball on the kitchen chair.
“Your father and I need to talk about this. I fear spending too much time with that loon is affecting you.” The mare sighed softly and shook her head, her hoof gently lifting the chin of Tiara to face her.
“...”
“Go to my room, we should cover this up.” Spoiled gave an annoyed eye roll and spoke aloud of the dark bruise on the child’s cheek.
The mare walked off into the distance, deeper within the abyss that the child called home.Sliding out of her seat she began her silent walk towards the back, to hide away the misery she felt everyday.
Broken eyes gazing out the nearby window, somewhere out there in the world covered by roses was a life she ached for.
The life where her real mother was waiting, to take all the pain away.
To be whole once more.