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// Slowly beginning to heal 
// Story: Warhorse 
// by Hypnotwist 
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I got into bed at around nine at night after I had a short conversation with Rarity, she kept her word and texted me when she finished with her work and had dinner. I'm still struggling with the thought that she might really care, if I'm being honest I feel like she's using me for something but I just don't know what it is she wants.

I rolled onto my stomach and put my hand under my pillow, the cool side of the pillow felt so very amazing on my hand and I wished I could cool my whole body off quickly, I soon also started wishing the cool side of the pillow would stay cold.
I think to myself, chuckling at the notion of my rather simple desire "I could probably see if any magic would work to achieve that." 
My body would not let me sleep so I eventually gave up and grabbed my phone, it was one in the morning and I had apparently been staring at the ceiling for four hours. I grumbled and rolled onto my left side after putting it down, I really didn't need to deal with shit while sleep deprived.

The journal starts buzzing and I perk up, I don't plan on going downstairs just yet but I'll read what Twilight wrote later this morning when I get at least a few hours of rest.
By the grace of whatever higher power is out there I manage to fall asleep, getting up at seven was torture due to my late bedtime though, that really sucked. 

I wanted to go back to bed so badly, but I knew that if I didn't get my lazy ass up and ready then I'd be late for work and I can't afford to upset my boss. 
I get out of bed and go downstairs to my bathroom, I took a quick 15 minute shower and did my usual morning routine quickly. My phone buzzes on the counter and I look over, my boss had texted me and I stopped what I was doing and went to go check.

Lo and behold there had been a fire in the restaurant next to the sushi place I worked at in the mall and the whole food court had been closed down as a result. 
"Damn, I wonder how the fire started." I muse and put my phone back down on the counter so I could finish getting ready for the day. 

Now that I had the day off and probably the next few days off as well I needed to figure out what to do with my time, I looked around my apartment and sighed, my apartment was a mess and I now knew what I'd be doing today. "Damn it." 

I started cleaning my apartment, starting with the kitchen and slowly making my way through the various rooms in my apartment, the worst by far was my bedroom loft as it had dirty clothes piled everywhere and my sheets and blankets stank of sweat and depression.

I was nearly done cleaning when I heard my phone ring, I let my broom rest on a nearby wall and I went to go see who was calling me. 
Unfortunately I just missed it and I unlocked the device to see who had been attempting to reach me. 
To absolutely nobody's surprise it was Rarity, so I shot her a quick text basically saying to text me because I'm sort of distracted and it will be unlikely that I'd pick up the phone if someone called. 

The broom fell over and I went to go pick it up and resume sweeping the ground floor, I was so close to being done with my chore and I just needed to sweep a small area next to my couch. Perks of not having a carpeted living room include not needing to vacuum, one of the downsides to it though was that the hardwood could get scratched pretty easily and look not very aesthetically pleasing. 

I had eventually finished basic cleaning of my home and it looked pretty nice, it didn't look like a bunch of homeless people threw a party and trashed the place anymore.
I was proud of myself for making an effort to clean my living space but my self congratulations were interrupted by my phone buzzing, indicating that I had a new text to read, yay.

I promptly checked my phone and saw I had a new text message because of the chat bubble icon up at the top of my display, I tapped on the messaging app and saw it was a text from Rarity, I quickly read it. 

'Sunset, I was wondering if you were open to having me and Fluttershy stop by so we could possibly talk.'

I stared at the message and frowned, I was trying to take it slow with speaking to Rarity as it was and I didn't want to start talking to the others just yet, hell, I didn't even know if I wanted to speak to the others like ever.

'Rarity, I uh- Nah. I'm open to you coming over yk? But just not the other so soon after shit hit the fan. Rmbr what I said when I said you girls really hurt me? I ment that shit' I tapped my reply and hit send, immediately seeing I made a typo, 'Meant.' 

I sat on the couch and waited for her reply, I stared at my message and waited to see the telltale signs someone was typing, soon enough I saw those three little dots and my heart started pounding for reasons unknown to me, perhaps I think she's going to get angry?

'I understand. May I come over tomorrow to 'hang out', as they say?'

I release a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding, happy she wasn't angry with me. 'Sure, just don't show up at 2am or smthn. At least after 8am. :)' I chuckle and send my reply, I still didn't exactly trust her but I need to find out what she wants from me that's so important to her. 

Her response doesn't take long to be sent; 'Of course not, I'm sorry I came to your place so early yesterday, I promise it won't happen again unless it's an emergency. I'll call you before I leave to make sure you're okay with me being at your house first.'

I hum and send her a thumbs up emoji, setting my phone down on the table I have next to my couch and getting up to go make myself something to eat and enjoy my day off.

I make myself a nice few blueberry buttermilk pancakes and a strawberry banana smoothie, I brought my breakfast to my couch because I wanted to watch TV and eat at the same time. My meal is nearly finished when I suddenly remember that I never wrote back to Twilight, I set my plate down on the couch cushion next to me and climb up to my loft. 

I toss the journal onto my bed and grab a pen before tossing myself onto my bed, I giggle as I watch the journal bounce back onto the mattress. I surprised myself with that laugh since it shouldn't have been that amusing, but what the hell I needed all the happiness I could get at the moment so I didn't think much of it. I sighed and prepared for the worst, I still hoped for the best, but Twiggles had a tendency to freak out over nothing and I had given her a good reason to lose her shit. I open the journal and begin reading.