“Dad? No! Stop!” my pleas went unnoticed as my dad started to throw full beer cans at Shaun, angrily yelling gibberish. The smell of alcohol was permeating through my nostrils. My big brother was filled with bruises, his eyes showing nothing but despair and hopelessness. Was this the memories a five year old should reminisce when asked about her family.
It was then he decided to ditch his dad and mom, and leave with me… We went as far as going from Seattle to Minnesota… by foot.
At least it was far away from dad, as far as we’re concerned.
My moment of reminiscing was cut short as a voice called out my name.
“Carrie.” the voice said. It had sounded sad. I felt the presence of this voice right behind me. The voice then continued, “We’re really sorry about what happened to your brother.”
The voice’s name was Craig. He is one of my best friends. He never abandoned me, not even once. As proof, he is right here beside me. He cared for my brother as much as I did. He was like my brother’s biggest fan.
He put a hand on my shoulder in hopes it would cheer me up. Well, it didn’t work.
I sighed. “No need to be sorry.” I turned to Craig. “The doctors said that he might actually die. I’m very worried about him.”
“Any other news about him?” asked Craig, anxious as to what might be the fate to the coolest BMX master he’s ever met in person.
I sighed and shook my head.
“I’m not a doctor, I don’t know what is happening, nor do I know what will happen.” I said to Craig. I then turned away from Craig and looked down. “Well, it’s good that the school told me I can take a week-off… I need it.”
“Well… who’s gonna take care of you now that Shaun’s at the hospital?”
“I’m pretty sure I can handle things on my own.”
“Are you sure? I mean, I got an extra mattress in my bedroom you can sleep on.”
To be honest, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Besides, I can’t cook for myself anyways. I wrapped him in a warm embrace. “Thanks Craig.”
I awoke on wooden flooring. It seemed to be some kind of treehouse. Every kid’s dream back then. I looked back on myself to see if I was-- yep, still the same orange horse thing. I was alone in this treehouse. Looks like the coast is clear, now all I need to is-- The door then opened to reveal two horses, about the same size as me.
“S-scootaloo?” the marshmallow coated one said. “A-are you o--”
“No.” I cut her off, holding up a hoof in front of her face. “I can assure you that I am NOT OKAY.”
The marshmallow pony jumped back at my reaction, leaving the yellow one looking quite confused. She then recomposed herself and looked at me. “Did you find out the underlying meaning as to why I gave you that book?” the marshmallow then started to sound apologetic. “If you did, then… I’m sorry.”
“I have no goddam clue what you’re talking about.” I said. Now both of them looked confused. The yellow one then started to speak.
“Look, Scootaloo--”
“I. AM. NOT. SCOOTALOO!” I yelled. “What kind of sick twisted fate is this? I died; probably never going to see my little sister again, and now I’m supposed to be her favorite character from one of her cartoon shows!”
The two fillies looked at each other, scared, curious, intimidated; is there a word for all three emotions combined?
I was then starting to tear up. “J-just, leave me alone. I failed my role as a big brother.”
“Wait a minute… ‘brother’?” said the marshmallow one.
“I said LEAVE, DAMN IT!” I shouted.
I paced around the clouds, practicing these spells. I learned the ability of basic telekinesis. It wasn't as strong as Twilight's but the fact I was able to do something like this made me grin. I was definitely compensating something for my lack of flight.
Thank you, Sweetie Belle... even though giving me this book was kind of an insult to my inability to fly. Eh, at least I can use magic now.
At this point, I've read the book from cover to back now. The only spell I know how to do is telekinesis. All the other spells require some kind of extra power that, according to this book, requires an extra spirit. There's a spirit summoning spell in this book... Jeez, Sweetie Belle, did you get this book off of Twilight's or some abandoned cabin in the woods notorious for demons.
Eh whatever. What could possibly happen if I were to summon a spirit right now?
The deafening sound of nature at night; the sounds cicadas and crickets make. It seems I spent the night at the treehouse. I groaned as I stood up. I saw a book beside me. " ‘Theory of Balance: Magic of the Underpony’? Magic?
I opened the book, and saw several things that were lost to me. "Telekinesis? Teleportation? What the fuck is this?" I muttered to myself.
Telekinesis, eh? A grin appeared on my face.
Glad that Rarity allowed me to have a sleepover at Applebloom's place today. We're busy spending the entire night thinking of what had happened to Scootaloo. Thoughts keep coming back to me getting that book for her; filling me with guilt yet again. I sighed in annoyance. "I really shouldn't have given her that book."
"Ya think?" said Applebloom on the floor, drawing something on a piece of paper with a red crayon. "Where'd ya' even get that book anyway?"
"The castle of the two sisters."
"Oh, I see..." Applebloom, putting up a smug face. "Ah yes, and you didn't even ask Twilight if it was a safe book for fillies to read?"
"I mean, it was for ponies with disabilities! Gah, when I put it like that, it sounds like I'm a jerk!"
Applebloom giggled. "Well, maybe you should've just gotten her a sandwich as a gift for her birthday instead."
I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Sandwiches are temporary. Books last longer than that, Applebloom."
"I mean, sandwiches don't cause you to fall out of the sky."
"There's no proof that the book directly did that... right?"
Applebloom yawned. "Welp, I'm just glad Scootaloo is safe. We'll see if Scootaloo's still not acting like herself tomorrow. G'night, Sweets." She said as she got up, turned off the lights, and lay herself on the bed.
"Good night."