Hey Guys sorry I haven't been writing lately but I've just been busy with school, life, and other stuff. Anyways I'm still working on this don't worry I still write a bit by bit when I get the time. I had the time but now I don't. But still I am working on this story and promise to you guys and myself that I will finish this. Besides my favorite part for creativeness is coming up.
~Chapter 7~
The therapist showed me pictures that just looked like black blood spewed all over a wall. My thoughts were just and only in the sea of darkness, nothing matters I always thought to myself. She asked me questions also, stuff like what do I do at home or something I don't care for. I went home later and saw some thugs when I tried to go around where they are, and yet, they followed me. The thugs then said "Where's your mommy and daddy?'' in an extremely annoying voice. I know these kids from school well when I went to school at least and they weren't the average kids they were a team of wimps from society just feeding off the pain of others to feel better about their pathetic selves. When I told them to piss off they started to push me around. I finally snapped and punched one of them so hard they fell down. After that the other guy punched me, and I of course fought back but with one versus four, it's obvious I'm not gonna make it. I was taken down, beaten and left there to die. I woke up and it was late at night. I saw blood around me but just ignored it, I went home and collapsed. Trying to get back up but couldn't. I was facing the doorway and saw two figures and half of a third one. I saw them with saws and sledge hammers I finally felt something in my back it was a sharp pain but I finally passed out.
After we moved out we had started work on planting trees and making a store somewhere in a town far away from here. Apple Jack was just running around the huge open land she looked so amazed and happy at the new land. She as just running and running. We had dinner and we exercised a bit, and it was then night time so we had to go to bed to wake up early in the morning so we could get to work on the farm again. She went up to her room and I went to mine.
She said "Pa, you're the greatest dad in the world....and I love you." "You're the best daughter in the world and I love you." I think that was the first time I called her my daughter to her, because she had this happy look on her cute face. "She isn't a filly anymore." I told my self. I did start to wonder though what would happen when she got older. Maybe she wouldn't be any different and, maybe she would. I did have one question when should I tell her she's from a fictional show or wait is the show fictional? Are these characters fictional? I have one of the cast here on earth sleeping in her room in our house. Is this all real? While thinking about I drifted off to sleep.
~~~4 years later~~~
We've been selling apple products for a while and we didn't have to pay a whole lot for electricity, taxes and so we have a lot of money but we're not rich of course. We've made a barn and we have a huge field of apple trees. The people in town are nice and pretty happy and love our apples. My life was completely switched around for the best. I hoped it wouldn't change but something happened. I came home and heard something that made me freeze in my tracks. I remembered something from the story "My Little Dashie"....It was whenever Dashie found out about she was from a fictional show. What I heard was My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic playing in the living room. It had been 4 years since I had last watched it. But I know who is watching it. Apple Jack was in the living room watching the show. I came inside and she looked at me. She had been crying I could tell.
"Pa...." Apple Jack said with a struggling voice. "Am I really from this show?" She said sounding ready to burst into tears.
"I...." My eyesight was blurred by the tears, in the time Apple Jack me and apple jack had lived together we had never argued nor had she cried. "ANSWER ME NOW!" She yelled angrily. She had never raised her voice to me I almost lost it, but I maintained myself and muttered "Apple Jack... We need to talk about this." I explained everything to her, while doing so I couldn't help but think about My "Little Dashie". I explained how I found her and how I had watched the show to learn about her and how to raise her and answered any other questions she had. She stormed upstairs and into her room. I was shaking with shock and I couldn't think straight. I felt warm tear roll down my cheek. "I... I'm... a monster..." I didn't bring happiness to Apple Jack why I thought I did all these years is ignorant. No, I caused a great deal of pain to Apple Jack. I started asking questions to myself. She is my daughter, but does she think that way anymore? Does she wanna be around me? Does she still love me? Most of all did I still love her?