//------------------------------// // The walk of despair // Story: Mea Vitam // by Schmingo //------------------------------// Chapter 4: The walk of despair I can't believe I am thinking about what I am right now. It is shocking how horrible the humans can be at times. How could they point and look at me in fear or be so rude as to run away terrified of my difference. Why aren't they accepting it? It was on the news I saw it myself so why aren't they treating me like another normal being... I had my eyes on a little girl playing hopscotch in a drive way ahead of me with her mother. The pair were enjoying themselves so well. Every so often the woman would hug her daughter and express a kind of love that seems like the past to me... I don't have a family anymore. There was a scream and I saw the girl sitting on her knees crying. Worried I galloped to her and looked up at her smiling. "Are you alright sweetie h-" As the little girl looked up at me smiling softly I felt a sharp pain hit me in the back of the head. "Get out of here!" Yelled the woman. "Get! Keep your filth away from my daughter you... you beast!" She smacked me again leading me to canter off as far away as possible. No matter how far away I got I could still hear the screaming and crying of the young girl ring in my ear. I was the center of attention. Men and women were honking their horns and yelling at me from all directions. Some even chased me, but I kept running and running until the torment stopped. I shook my wet mane and sat down next to a bush at the entrance to a shopping center. Burying my head I cried more than I have in my entire life. Why would someone treat me like that, even after I acted so kindly to the girl. I don't like this at all, when I was a human all I wanted was to be a pony and to trot happily in Equestria. That dream is more like a nightmare turned real now. I had no idea I would be treated so poorly, would I have done the same thing if I was still a human? If I was still a boy? one of those mean animals again? Slowly standing up I continued my walk... my walk of despair. Nearing the end of the block the smell of freshly baked bread caught my interest. My deep frown slowly lifted into a smile as I followed the smell to a tiny bakery in the shopping center. A bell jingled when I pushed the door open with my muzzle. Standing right in front of the glass case containing the sugary sweets and breads. I spoke softly to the old bearded man at the counter. "U-uhm can I have some bread please I am kind of hungry." The man looked around unable to see me. "Wh-who's there?" He asked, obviously terrified. I balanced on my hind legs and poked my head over the tall counter. "Um, me sir" I spoke in a more confident voice. The old man screamed and fell back off of his chair. "What are you!? agh! Get out of here!" he yelled right in my face. Getting back on all fours I headed towards the door with my head drooping to the ground. Once I left the bakery I trotted around to the back side and sat down. Taking my bag off my back I searched through it with my muzzle, pulling out a plushie of a tiny turqoise pony with a rainbow man, tail, and big blue wings in my teeth. "Rainbow Dash..." I whispered. "Why can't I have your courage to just keep on walking and ignore these mean people." rubbing the doll against my face. While I was playing with my toy and not paying attention the back door to the bakery opened slowly and quietly. I felt a human hand touch the top of my head and rub the back of my ears. Smiling, I closed my eyes and rested my head on the bag. My consciousness fading slowly the mysterious person kissed the top of my head and left. I fell a sleep. I opened my eyes to darkness. It was night time. Yawning I stood up and stretched. Grabbing my bag, attaching it to my back. As I took a step forward my hind leg brushed against something. Curiously I looked down and saw a big brown paper bag with a note on it. I leaned over to get a better look. The note read "I'm sorry.". After sniffing the bag I ripped it open with my teeth happily. Sticking my head into the bag and pulling it out with a big biscuit in my mouth. Chewing with a big smile on my face. I sat back down and thought about what to do next. Speaking to my self. "Let's see, I can maybe go see if Steven will let me into his home. I mean we are best friends there is no way he wouldn't be able to recognize me. He should just be down the street if I remember the roads correctly." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- While whistling the tune to one of my favorite songs I skipped to the front door of my friends house and knocked a few times on the door. "Who is it?" Called a familiar voice. "It's Jordan, can you let me in?" I replied softly. "Jordan! What the hell man?! The police are looking everywhere for you! I got phone calls and everything dude. Your mom is taking it really f***ing badly." I cringed when I heard that word. And suddenly thoughts of my family and what they are going through right now filled my head. It is the last thing I want to be reminded of. "C-can you please let me in?" I asked. "Not until you tell me why you ran away from home dude, its so f***ing insane." he yelled. I cringed again and shook my head. Did I use that language when I was a human? Was I that rude? "Well you see-" I Began to speak. "Hey What's going on with your voice too dude. You sound like a faggot." Stepping back I thought to myself. Is this Really A good Idea?... Steven opened the door and the can of beer he was holding dropped and spread all throughout his moms perfectly white carpet. Oh no... When he opened the door he was expecting to see Jordan, an average sized slim boy with wispy dark brown hair and ivory white skin. Instead he saw a 3 foot tall marshmallow-y unreal looking pony with gigantic eyes and a spiky violet mane. "Holy shi*!" He screamed. Cringing again I backed up, frowning. I sat there in the awkward silence, watching my best friend stare at me like he has seen some sort of ugly demon. "So c-can I come in Steven?" I asked patiently. "Wh-what the f***! there's no way I would let you in. You can't be Jordan. It's f***ing impossible!" He pulled at his hair, spazzing out. Steven always was the hardest at sympathizing because when he saw my ears fold down and heard the sound of me whimpering he lost it. "You are not Jordan!" He screamed in complete rage. "Jordan isn't some flaming tiny ass faggot horse with those huge ass f***ing eyes!" I fell back onto my butt rubbing an eye with my hoof. With my eyes watering I let go of a tiny sob. "Oh look I made the little p**sy cry! Don't you dare come to my f***ing house pretending to be my best friend!" He took a step forward and kicked me in my new sensitive stomach with all of his strength. I rolled off of the porch and onto his lawn. "Never come back you hear me!? You! Are! Not! Jordan!" He screamed like a banshee one last time and slammed the door to his house shut. And I just sat there whimpering, curled up in a ball. Tears covering my face as I sob uncontrollably. "W-w-why..." I placed a hoof over where Steven kicked me and poked it, howling in pain. Either Steven was in denial or truly didn't recognize me... either way I have just lost a friend. On the other side of the door I could hear smashing and yelling. Soon every light in the neighborhood started to turn on, the houses stretching down half mile all starting to glow. One after one Men and women a like came out of their front doors to get a peek at what kind of chaos has occurred. I had to get out of here. I pulled myself a cross the yard and out of the way slowly. Hiding behind a big bush. I waited for what seemed like centuries. The sound of the night time creatures keeping me company until finally the last door shut and everything returned back to normal in the neighborhood. All but one thing was normal, me. Sitting up I rubbed my wound and thought to myself again. Why would he do such a thing. Why did I make him so mad? Was it something I said? Was it something I did? I slowly stood up. "It doesn't matter anymore, if he doesn't want to be friends with me anymore than so be it. If humans are going to treat me like this why should I bother being so kind to them!" I felt sick to my stomach after speaking. How could I say such an awful thing. I shouldn't be rude to someone just because they are mean to me... Before getting back onto the sidewalk I trotted up to a window and peeked through to look at their clock. 7:00 PM. One more hour until I figure out what happened to me. Why I have become this monster to society. Once I got to the end of the neighborhood I saw the lights of the local Starbucks glowing in the distance. "Gee I sure am glad I have a fear of the dark." I whimpered and started limping down a hill and towards the shopping center. Peering back and forth paranoid after about ever step I took. When I reached the curb I saw a metal beast of a truck zoom past me. Taking a deep breath I galloped into the street. Darting forward glancing to my right as a set of bright headlights blinded me and I just stood there frozen. The ear piercing sound of a horn snapped me out of my daze and I leaped to the other side of the street breathing heavily, my stomach throbbing. "I... am never... doing that again...." Getting back onto my hooves I walked down onto the side walk and to the entrance of the café. Taking a deep breath I nudged open the door and snuck in quietly without being noticed. Warily I hid under the table closest to the television and asked in a deep voice. "Hey, can you turn on Channel Six?" The man behind the counter grabbed a remote changed the channel. And now I must wait until eight o'clock.