//------------------------------// // Day 7300 // Story: 1000 Years // by DekaSkittalz //------------------------------// Today marks day number 7300...I think that’s…. 20 years? I tried keeping track of time by the seconds after the 4th year as a means to pass the time, but it just made it go by slower. But now I know that there’s 31,536,000 seconds in a year! So… that’s handy as a fuck. Anyways, what’s going on with me? Nothing much, thanks for asking! Just, you know. Still FUCKING STUCK AS A STATUE. Celestia seemed to stop paying me any mind after the first year or so. Luna however seems to visit me every once in a while. She doesn’t really say anything,or even look at me, just sits there. They thought I could read minds -which is why they stoned me to begin with- but I can’t. I only barely manage to keep the info boxes down enough so I can see. Still can’t read any of them. You’d think after 20 years I’d have gotten the hang of them by now eh? Not so much. Anyways, Luna just kinda glances at me occasionally, thinking things to herself. She seems to find the garden to be a get-away I guess. She nearly smashed some other poor bastards statue at some point. That one doesn’t actually have a person in it, but someone probably paid good money for it. Eh, fuck ‘em. Better their statue than mine. Hm… maybe not. What if just breaking the statue would free me? But on the other hand… it could just kill me. Best not to chance it. Wouldn't have been my choice either way but still. Sometimes I can hear the two sisters fighting. What’s worse is that I can’t ignore it. There’s nothing else to focus on. Thankfully it’s not a common occurrence, but it’s still annoying. Usually after one of those fights Luna will come down here to vent. To me or to herself, I don’t know. Methinks this girl has some issues. Maybe it’s just peace of mind, thinking you have someone to talk to who listens and takes your side. Talking to yourself is easy enough, but I guess pretending something else is listening can help. Hell if I know, I’m no shrink. Fuck, I’d probably need to see a shrink myself if I ever got out of this place. To be honest I think it’s Luna’s visits that have been able to keep my sanity intact. Not to say I forgive her or anything, but SOME form of contact, even one sided is nice. If I ever got outta here, I think I’d kill her last. Whoa, speak of the devil and she shall appear. Luna is out and about again, and boy does she seem pissed. Wonder what happened. Not like its my business; but when all you can do is observe, does it really matter what is and isn’t my business anymore? “Why is it always her…” ‘Hm? This is new. Jealous of her sister perhaps? Sounds like normal sibling rivalry to me.’ She continues to herself as she nears the bench in front of my statue; which, might I add, was very nice of them. I like that bench. “Why does sister get all the suitors?! Am I not as beautiful or graceful as her? Am I not as deserving of that kind of attention?” ‘Youch…. That's what you’re pissed about? Come on girl, you’re better than that. Who cares if you don’t have guys lining up to date you. Just means your sister is a huge slut.’ She continues to herself, because of course she can’t hear my input. “Why doesn’t anypony pay any attention to me? Is it because I’m younger? Am I just not seen in that light because of my age?” She starts to break down into a fit of tears, the telltale sound of sniffling and hitching in her breath which leads to the eventual crying. I’d guess she’s past the first two stages of grief and is heading into the bargaining stage. She looks up at the stars; or rather, what can be seen of them. It’s a pretty cloudy night and sounds like it’s going to rain. “Please… just let somepony love me… I don’t want to be alone. I want to feel the warmth of another… to be told I’m loved…” ‘Fucking called it!’ And as fate would have it, down comes the rain. Ain’t that a pitiful sight. Almost makes me sad. Almost. I still don’t care for these ponies, having done to me what they have and all. My heart does go out to her though, at least in this one instance. Being alone is no fun; I would know. And while she hasn’t endured the loneliness I have, having been through so much of it, I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. It’s a fate worse than death in my opinion. At this point shes in a full on crying fit, just crying and wailing to herself in the rain. Jeeze, how old is she to be crying over love? Eh… I mean I guess some care about that stuff. I stopped caring towards the end of middle school. Too many failed attempts of asking out girls. ‘God, is she still at it? Fucking shut up already! Hell, I’d fucking ask ya out just to get you to shut up!’ Unfortunately for me, my bitching and moaning affects nothing. She continues to cry for what I would guess to be the better half of an hour. Surprising nobody else has heard her or come by to console her. No guards have been around, not even a bird has flown by. At this moment, she’s truly and utterly alone. God I think I actually feel bad for her. Wait… what is she doing now? Her crying seems to have at least died down now, but it’s kinda hard to tell; rain and all that. But that’s not the weird part. The weird part is that she seems to be looking at me. ‘The hell you looking at me for? I can’t help you. And I doubt a one way relationship with a statue is healthy either.’ “You… probably can’t hear me... “ she looks away, “This is stupid… I’M stupid… Why am I talking to a statue? It’s not like it’ll change anything…” she looks back up at me. “You’re no god, you don’t represent anything! You’re not even alive! You’re just like them, you don’t even care!” She then picks me up with her magic and brings me face to face with her. ‘Whoa! Easy now, this is the most movement I’ve had in years! Take it easy or I’ll get motion sickness!’ I don’t even know if I CAN get motion sickness but that’s how my mind responded to the stimuli. “I’ll still be alone… you were never there for me, it was all just a trick of the mind… I don’t know why I even come out here... I could destroy you and it wouldn’t make a difference! You are nothing!” she says as she lifts me up and starts to slam me down. ‘No no no no no NO NO NO STOP!’ Almost as if she heard me, I stop mere centimeters from the ground. ‘I nearly fucking died there… or I could have been freed but once again, the risk or not worth chancing. Wait a minute… why the fuck do I care?! Either way is a win win! If I die, I’m free from this hellhole, if I’m released, then I can be free again!’ Whop, there we go I’m moving again. This time she sets me back down on my pedestal. I’m somewhat angled to where I’m looking downwards and can actually look directly at her now. She’s staring at me, tears and rain streaking down her face. “No… you don’t deserve that… you didn’t do anything wrong… you’re just a statue…” she turns away from me for a moment. “This is so silly… I’m talking to a statue...” she says, then turns back to face me again. “Please… just… help me… I don’t wanna be alone anymore…” ‘The hell you asking me for? I’m a statue, I can’t do anything for ya.’ putting on a fake friendly voice in my head I say ‘oh sure, lemme just set you up with a couple’a dates! I know a couple of buddies who would just LOVE to meet you!’ dropping the voice, I focus my attention back on her. ‘Sorry kiddo, nothing I can do for ya.’ Once again, she isn’t even aware I actually exist. She has no idea of the one act play that’s goin’ on inside of my skull! Instead, she just gives me a brief smile and utters two words that confused me for the rest of that night. “Thank you…” She then gets up, and leaves, opting to fly to her tower. … ‘You’re welcome?’