The terrors within my mind have slowly been seeping out, and won’t go away. I see things in the distance move, only to see nothing a second later. My first guess was paranormal, because I’ve always intrigued the idea of ghost. Now I know it is much different. It’s me, and I know it’s me because I’ve asked.
“Ugh this shit again?” my mind was playing tricks on me as the stress of life had weakened my mind. My dreams haunt rather than them relaxing me now. I woke up with my rarity shirt on, in the hopes that yesterday would have been a good day. It only turned out to be the most stressful and annoying fucking day of my life, dealing with the cops, the insurance company, and just overall the sheer amount of waiting. I wrecked the last working car my family had, and now we are down to jack shit. It wasn't my fault, but it’s still the point of the matter. The guy ran off, before I could get the license plate.
I wake up today feeling a slight headache, only to want to roll over and go back to sleep. There wasn’t anything significant about being in a wreck, I’m alive at least. Maybe it’s just that coupled with the sheer stress of being in college. Either way, I at least got to look forward and stay positive.
Luckily I have my ponies and their positive behavior to keep me smiling, to keep my life pushing forward, to keep myself sane in this world, and to keep my writing sharp. I like to think myself as a writer. Otherwise I’m just a crabby review person in most to all of my spare time. I fancy a lot of things, from ponies to video games, from old things to weed. There is really no end to my hobby list, I do a lot of things to keep my mind busy, and to keep it off the stress of life as I grow older. Being eighteen I know I'm not old by any means, but there is no reason that any one human should feel this amount of stress.
Today was different, and for some reason something about me was changing. The dream I had last night had been about ponies, for the first time ever. The mane six and I sat around a table, laughing cheering and having a good time as we watched mythical creatures battle it out to the death in a chamber. It was a weird thought, but I have thoughts like this all the time. I wish someone would record my thoughts about ponies and write a fan fiction for every single one of them.
I stumbled out of my bed, almost tripping in the amount of clothes that have amassed in my floor. My room is a wreck, but it’ll have to do for now. The sun battered against my shades, on a lovely Saturday morning. I opened the door only to be greeted by a rather familiar figure.
“Hiya Ben!” I looked down, almost falling backwards because it had scared me so bad. I wasn't ready for this. Pinkie Pie had apparently showed up in front of me, in my universe, and god damn was she a contrast to the rest of my house. The bright pink pony looked up at me and smiled.
“Um, what?” In disbelief I closed my door again, and opened it. She had gone away. I let out a sigh of relief only to question my sanity. I knew I was extremely stressed, but I didn’t need ponies traversing through space and time to my world. At least the voices in my head had gone away. Yesterday was bad, and even if I am over it, it goes to show that anybody can become insane.
“This is a neat room! I love the color!” I turned around to see Pinkie Pie jumping on my bed. In a small panic attack, I quickly grabbed her and put her on the floor. I quickly closed my bedroom door and turned around to see that she had disappeared again.
In the next room in almost a mumble I heard a familiar voice, “Would ya keep it down in there, I’m tryin’ to sleep!” I quickly opened my door again and walked into my game room where on the couch was lying a rather rainbow colored pony. Rainbow dash was sleeping on my couch, upstairs, in my parent’s house. My thoughts buzzed between ‘oh shit,’ and ‘why are there ponies in my universe?’
Like I needed to explain why there were ponies in my house, my real question is why do they exist? So, I went in the game room and sat in my chair, staring at the floor. Luckily there was a moment of silence as I shut my eyes, and tried to wish them away. There was a sudden tap on my head from what felt to be a hoof. I opened my eyes to see Twilight Sparkle in front of me.
“Shouldn’t you be studying for a test coming up next week?”
My mouth dropped, in an utter confused state, I babbled out a few words.“Uh, uh… I mean, yeah.” She had a disappointed look on her face.
“It’s almost eleven, how can you sleep in with a test coming up!?” She stamped her hoof, and I suddenly realized something.
“How… How do you know I have a test next week?” She rolled her eyes.
“I sit with you in class every day! If it weren’t for me you’d probably forget your head.” She wasn’t right, she had never appeared in front of me before now, and neither has any other pony. Now I’m absolutely sure that I’ve gone insane. This was the final straw of it. The stress finally got to me.
“I think I’m gonna puke.” I pulled a trash can next to my mini fridge and let loose the nasty chunks of what little food I had in my stomach. I really wanted to eat, but I was afraid to lift my head up from the trash can. I didn’t fear the ponies, I was just lost of how to explain them. Plus my head was now pounding against all sides of my skull.
I wanted my rooms to be empty. My blue bedroom with nothing but a bed, and a dresser stuffed in the closet and old things I decided to keep on the shelf above. I want my game room with my eight video game systems i got as gifts and bought myself to be back to normal. One flat screen, and one tube T.V, with my big comfy chair, and the futon to be Rainbow Dash free. I wanted my coffee, and I wanted a bowl of Ramen. There were many things I’ve wanted in the past, but now, I just wanted things to be normal. I finally decided to look up from my trash can. The ponies had disappeared.
“Ben!” My mom came up stairs and gave me the angry stare. ‘Oh shit’ was my first thought. The ponies must have gone downstairs.
“Yes mom?” Was all I replied.
“I’ve called you three times how come you didn’t answer?” My first reaction was to ask her what she heard, but somehow I knew better.
“Oh um sorry, whaddya need?”
“I was just wondering who you were talking to?” She wasn’t so angry anymore.
“Oh, uh, I was actually talking to Nemo over the phone.”
“Why was he calling?”
“To tell me to get online and play xbox with him.” I decided to pick up my controller and turn on my console. Suddenly there was a shout over my shoulder.
“Ooo! I wanna play!” I thought Pinkie had reappeared. I turned around to see nothing, and slowly turned back to my mom.
“Well, don’t stay on the xbox all day.” I nodded and gave a gesture to show I got the message. She then walked out and back downstairs. I leaned back and covered my face with my hands.
“I must be bat-shit crazy.” I sat there for ten minutes breathing slowly, taking deep breaths trying to clear my mind.
With the day still young and me trying to collect my thoughts, I looked up to see Twilight with a concerned look on her face. I sighed, and felt like crying and laughing at the same time. Not that it would help my cause, but this was a rare moment in my life where something about my mind wanted to be angry, but couldn’t help laugh at it. Listen to me personify my mind when there is a technicolor pony staring me in the face.
“Um, Ben… are you okay?” Twilight said that with concern in her voice, as if there was nothing wrong. I just stared at her for a moment, trying to come to terms with myself that this was really happening to me.
“Well, yes and no. See, you do not really exist. In fact I’m pretty sure I’m the only one that can see you.” Twilight interrupted
“Well, duh, we are you.” She said it so ‘matter of factly,’ “You’re crazy after all, and you need our help.” At this point I was lost, and decided to go think on this subject with a cup of coffee. I left my game room to head downstairs, and the ponies must have vanished behind me. Unluckily the next pony I see is Fluttershy who is following my cat around asking it questions. I decided to ignore that one until later and headed straight for my coffee pot. I pulled out my mug and set it down. The granite counter was cold as always, and the cheap laminated hardwoods felt compressed under my feet. I pour myself a cup and put some of the sugar in. I start to turn around when I see Pinkie on my counter looking through my snacks.
“No, no, no, UGH! Where are all the sweets! You can’t have coffee without a cookie or something!” She threw her hooves up, and I just kept ignoring all the madness going on around me. I went to the fridge and grabbed the creamer. I went back to my cup poured the creamer in and stirred. I finally turned around to see Pinkie. She had a cookie in her mouth and was handing it up to me. Perhaps it was one of the cutest moments I’ve witnessed in a long time. The weird part, I was able to physically touch the cookie. I picked it up, dipped it in my coffee and took a bite. The coffee was hot enough it melted the chocolate chips inside, and I had a very wondrous moment of euphoria. Just everything had suddenly become perfect.
I looked back down to see Pinkie staring up at me with a smile, and then she just trotted off back upstairs. I stood there baffled. They could not be seen or heard except by me. Yet they have the physical ability to hand me things, and somehow witness events of my life. Instead of going back upstairs, I just decided to lean against my counter and enjoy my coffee. It’s odd how a rare moment of panic, and insanity turns out to be a beautiful small moment.