I gasp as my foot catches onto what looked like a tree root. I try to catch my breath, but find it hard knowing what was approaching me from behind. I start to get up, but my foot gets caught on the root, the wood digging into my skin, blood pouring out of me. I yelp in pain and grab a hold of my foot. I could see the black figure appearing behind me out of the corner of my eye. I need to escape. I need to get out of here. I try yanking my foot from out of the deadly roots, but it only makes things worse. It felt as if the roots were suffocating the very life out of my blood-stained barefoot. I scream and moan in pain, tears running down my already tear-stained cheeks. I look back at the darkness behind me, I look for the red glowing eyes that indicated the creature was near. My breathing gets worse. I could barely breathe. I put my hand on my tightened chest, I could barely feel my heartbeat. My long red hair falls in front of my face. I close my eyes and hope it was all a dream. They stay closed for a good minute until I gain up enough courage to open them again, but once I open them, all I see is darkness. The root was gone and the pain as well. I stand up and look around. I couldn’t see anything. My feet weren’t there, as well as my hands. I felt like I was floating in space, lightyears away from Earth. I continue to look around the darkroom until I see the faint glowing of red eyes. I stop and stare in fear.
“You will suffer….”, It says in a rough, frightening tone, each word spaced far apart. It sent shivers down my spine. I stare at the figure for a minute or maybe two until I notice that it starts to get closer. I find that I can’t move. I felt like I was paralyzed, yet I was standing up just fine. The only thing I could even manage to move was my face, though not even, seeing as my face was paralyzed in fear. The figure gets closer and closer to me until I was engulfed in darkness. A noise coming from the distance broke my trance. It was like a constant beeping noise that wouldn't stop. It began to become less solitary and became much louder. I wanted to cup my hands over my ears to block out the dreaded sound, but it wouldn't go away. I scream and it echoes through the dark pit of nothingness.
My eyes shoot open and my back arches up as well. I scan the room. It was no longer dark, nor dreary. I was in a normal-sized bedroom, the alarm clock screaming at me to get my butt up already. I flop back down onto my pillow and sigh.
”It was just another dream…," I start to calm down after making sure I was actually awake and not just dreaming once more. I actually pinch myself to make sure, now I have a bruise on my arm. Great. I look at my alarm clock in annoyance, the noise of high pitched constant beeping straining my ears,
”God! Shut up already!”, I yell as I pick up the clock and throw it across the room, breaking the glass that protected its front. I watch as the clock shatters into bits and pieces on the floor. I sigh and stare at the shattered wake up call on my floor,
“I guess I’ll have to write ’get a new alarm’ on my mile-long grocery list”, I mutter to myself as I slowly get out of bed, dragging my cover along with me. I drape it over my back and cover myself with it. I wasn't cold, I just wanted something to hold onto. I waddle my way into the bathroom, each step seeming to get more and more sluggish. I step inside the room and in front of a mirror that hung above the small sink that held my sad little toothbrush and toothpaste. I stare in the mirror for a minute. My normally beautiful teal eyes were insulted by the dark black bags under my eyes. My wavy, red and yellow hair, full of tangles. I could probably lose an entire animal sanctuary in my hair right now. I didn't even want to try to brush through the rat’s nest that was living on my head, but it was either brush it or leave it and be an outcast at school for a week. I pick up my toothbrush and turn on the sink, putting the brush part under the cold, clear flowing liquid, soaking the brush. I take it out from the crystal-like liquid and pick up the toothpaste. I pop the cap open and squeeze the tube, causing the minty paste to come out onto my toothbrush. I set the tube down without closing it and start brushing my teeth. I don't think my teeth have ever been yellow before. Probably because I brush my teeth at least three times a day. I take a few minutes to brush my teeth, then spit out the paste into the sink and turn on the water to wash it all down the drain. I wipe my mouth off with my sleeve just in case there was any excess toothpaste on my lip. I then pick up my brush and groan.
”I hate my hair so much…”, I mutter to myself in disappointment and distress. I start trying to run the brush through my hair, going from the bottom to the top since it usually makes it easier. ’Wow.’ I think, ’my hair is really being a pain today..’ I groan as I start to get more and more annoyed with my hair. I start trying to thrust the brush faster in my hair and, of course, I yank out a knot in my hair. I yelp and drop the brush onto the floor, my hand self consciously placing itself on the stinging part of my scalp. I sigh and sit down on the border of my bathtub, still holding my scalp. If only life was like a dream. After a few minutes, I finally decide to get up and start on my hair again. I managed to finish fixing it before I was too late. I mean, it only took like fifty cans of hairspray. I leave the bathroom and head towards the kitchen. I grab an apple out of the fridge and eat that for my breakfast. I then pull out my phone to check the time. ”7:34. Not bad.” I say to myself as I start to turn my phone off, but then my phone vibrates. A memory, on Facebook. The app I barely use and if I do, it's most likely because I'm too lazy to look for Instagram or Snapchat. I click on the notification just because I have some time to waste. I frown at the image and a few tears well up in my eyes. I stare at the image of all of us. Applejack, Pinkie, Fluttershy, Rarity, Rainbow, me, and...Twilight. This photo was definitely taken a few years ago. Ever since Twilight’s passing everyone has been broken apart completely, no matter how much we try to hide it. We never take any group photos anymore. Sure, we hang out, but it'll never be the same. I will never understand why people take their own lives.
After I get ready and I've made sure that everything is packed and ready, I start heading to school. There isn't a bus of any kind that comes by my apartment building, so I have to walk to school most times unless someone is kind enough to let me ride with them. Though, that doesn't happen much anymore. The walk to school is long, but I don't mind. I try to enjoy the scenery, but there's not much to see, to be honest. Nothing but appalling buildings that are unsteady and damaged, pollution out the wah-zoo, and filthy animals running around begging for food, and I don't mean that literally.
After a long walk through our so-called ’beautiful city’, I finally arrived at my destination. Hell. I walk in front of the giant statue of a stallion that stood in front of the enormous building. Hundreds of people were walking by me, trying to head inside as fast as they could before the bell rang. I stare at them all and at this place. Why am I even here? Was there a point to even going to school anymore? I know I won't get anywhere in life anyway, so what's the point? But I'm already here, so why should I try to go back? I sigh and start to walk towards the two lubricant glass doors that separated the inside of the building from the outside world. I stare inside a moment before walking inside. The place looked as bland as ever with its small banners and long trophy cases that align the hallways. I look at the thousands of dark green lockers that stuck out like a lollipop in a packet of crackers. It’s kind of funny, actually, how hard they try to make our school look appetizing to outsiders. They're probably still trying to beat the school next door, Crystal Prep Academy. Though, I don’t see how getting even more troublesome students is gonna get them anywhere. The Crystal Prep students are much more intelligent and athletic than any of us will ever be. Their school is an ‘A’ school and ours is a ‘B’ and at one point a ‘C’ school. We will never be able to compare to them. What’s the point of having a ’biggest rival’ when you know they're better than you in every way? When I start to look around again, I realize I'm the only one outside. I must have gotten lost in my thoughts again. I finally decide to walk inside after a few minutes of staring at the doors. I didn’t want to look like a weirdo. I walked over to a bench that was sitting in the middle section between two trophy cases in the nearest hallway I could find. I sit there and read an article on my phone, waiting for the bell to ring.
I walk slowly out of my first class period. We had an algebra quiz in class with only ten minutes to catch up on everything we learned before Christmas break. Nobody even warned us. Like, who in their right mind gives a quiz to their students as soon as they get back from being on a two-week break? No wonder our school was a ‘C’ at one point. Well, to make a long story short, I flunked the test. I’m stuck in a financial rabbit hole right now, I don’t have time to study over my break. I walk over to the nearest trash can, test paper in hand, and rip it in half, then throw it away. I sigh in frustration and head over to my locker, so I can put up my algebra textbook away and forget about it until tomorrow. Once I arrive at my locker, I turn the cam lock left and right until I get the combination in, then I open my locker and unzip my backpack. I take out my textbook and start putting it in my locker. As I’m trying to put my textbook away as aggressively as possible, slowly zoning into my thoughts, I get startled by a loud, squeaky voice behind me.
“Hey, Sunset!”, the voice behind me called. I knew that voice just like I knew my own face. I close my eyes tightly for a moment, then force a smile. I open my eyes again before I turn around to face the short, blue-eyed, frizzy pink-haired girl that now stood in front of me.
“Hey, Pinkie…”, I tried my best not to sound like I wanted her to leave and never come back, no matter how much I actually wanted her to. However, my tone had a slight bit of annoyance to it, no matter how much I tried to sound pleased to see her.
“How was your Christmas break?” she asks with a huge enthusiastic smile on her face. It was like she didn’t even care what day it was. It’s not like anyone else cared that today was the anniversary of Twilight’s death. I usually go to the graveyard every evening on this day of mourning, but of course, they had to make the date that we go back to school two days earlier. Today is January 10, 2017, exactly a year after my life fell apart. I realize that I had been staring at her while I began to get lost in my thoughts.
“Oh, yeah! My break was great. What about you?” I felt sick to my stomach just replaying what I’d just said in my head. Great? Yeah, right.
“It was great! Applejack, Rarity, and I went skiing in the mountains. Rarity lost all of her luggage on the plane and had to wear AJ’s clothes for the rest of the trip!” She giggles and continues on with her story. I stare at her with an amateur smile on my face. What was she saying? Something about shoes? I don’t know. I wasn’t listening at all. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to scream at her for not caring at all about Twilight. I wanted to slap her as hard as I could, then run off and never come back, but I didn’t. I just stood there and waited until I saw she was staring at me with an eager expression.
“Hm?’’, I finally stopped dazing and looked at her, my eyes a bit wider.
“I said.” She repeats, “What did you do over the break?” I stare at her for a moment, unsure of what excuse I could use.
“I...I spent time with my...girl-grandma…” I say, my expression becoming nervous and my body anxious and fidgety.
”You spent time with your girl grandmother?” She raises a brow at me, putting her hands on her hips and pursing her lips in suspicion. I stand there, trying not to vomit out of pressure and anxiety.
”Uh-huh.” I nod along with myself as I speak. ”she's a girl alright…”, my hands clutch together in a tight hold. It was like I was trying to use my hand as my own personal stress ball. I stare down at her with my retarded looking grin and my wide eyes for a good minute as she scans my face with her eyes. I stared at her for a few minutes until I felt my stomach turning, making me even more nauseous than I already was.
“Well, Sunset?”, Pinkie’s suspicious stare becomes more intense. My head starts to spin and my eyes become blurry. I feel myself falling and everything instantly fades to darkness.