//------------------------------// // Emtry #026 // Story: Silent: Windy Chyme's Story // by Phoenix Heart 27 //------------------------------// Dear Diary, It’s official. I’ve been in a hospital or police station more times than I’ve been in school. N’ I’m only in the 10th grade! Also, I am in an unspeakable amount of pain in my stomach/womb area. Why? Well...I’m….currently going through a natural miscarriage. Yet I’m terrified and sad at the same time. I’m sad because I wasn't even 10 months pregnant, almost full term and now Hope has died. I’m traumatized due to the way of how it has come to this. This is how I knew shit was wrong this morning, see I was just going on about my day at school. I intimidated a couple of 9th graders who were talking about me behind my back (and by “intimidate” I mean I stuffed one in a locker and locked the other in the colts’ locker room...with the entire hoofball team in there.) before heading to lunch. I went off campus for some Hayburgers and Chili Fries. Of course Stormy and Wave stuck to me like glue as expected and we grabbed lunch. We talked and just hung out until I had a feeling. A horrible nagging feeling that somepony was watching us. Well looks like I was right as it is that not even 20 minutes after we left the Hayburger joint and were on our way back to the school when it happened. I think Stormy sensed it first because she “gently” rushed me over to the side of the walkway before it happened. At first it was two ponies that we didn't know just coming up to us merely looking for trouble. So of course, Wave didn’t want me gettin hurt so he tries to lead me away from the two idiots. Then more show up and suddenly, we’re surrounded by like 10 big stallions. While I knew Stormy and Wave could handle themselves, I was uncertain about myself. The only thought that went through my head was “I need to get to safety. We’re in danger!” as I tried to get away, but I just couldn't. Four of them jumped me and just beat the crap outta me. It was so bad I was afraid that I was gonna die. Stormy and Wave tried to fight them off of me, but they were quickly thrown off and knocked out by a big unicorn. That left me to just lay there as I got my tail handed to me. Don’t get me wrong, I got a few good solid hits in and I even knocked one big pegasus out with one buck of my left hind leg. It just….it wasn't enough. When they were done, the apparent leader managed to lean down and say something to me that almost made my heart stop. He said: “I’m sorry, but your dad wanted it done and I’m desperate for bits at the moment. I feel awful. Stay awake little sister”. Then he trotted off with the rest of them. Leaving me, semi-conscious and in an unbelievable amount of pain. Thankfully a passing bystander saw me and my friends laid out and immediately took action by heading to me first and calling 6-1-1 after making sure I was conscious enough to speak a little. We were quickly rushed to the hospital afterwards. That was 3 days ago and I’m only now back home with Stormy at my side as I’ve been going through this slice of Tartarus for 6 and ½ hours now. I...I think it’s almost over. The blood and placenta are almost completely out of me. Hope herself came out of me 2 hours ago. Despite being covered in blood and the umbilical cord still on her belly, I could tell she looked almost exactly like her daddy. The only parts of me that she had was my coat color and my muzzle shape. I don’t know who's eyes she had because her eyelids were closed. My foal. My little bit of Hope! She didn’t even breathe a single breath! Sorry. I started crying again. Now I have to dry you out again. It’s now been 8 hours and I’ve finally stopped bleeding and the doctor on the phone said I’ve probably stopped miscarrying. It still terrifies me that my own FATHER would call a hit on me and that I almost died. His granddaughter is DEAD! And it’s all because of him!! I just...I….I can’t do it anymore. I’m done! I’m laying here with Stormy asleep on the other side of me. Bubby is curled up in my hooves and his fur is soaked in tears. Stopping now because I’m tired. Love, Wind Zap (age 15 and ½) P.S.: When dad comes home eventually, I might end up killing him.