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// Chapter 8 The Final Layer 
// Story: My Little Apple Pie 
// by Jeremy Llama 
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Chapter 8

When I woke up I saw blood and my house in ruins. They had attacked me and my house. I felt pain. I felt around my back there was a knife in it. I didn't worry for my house, nor did I worry about my fatal wound. I can't move. Soon I passed out with a huge surge of pain. I saw a light. Now I'm not one to believe in god, but I do have my own beliefs and what I believe in is when you see the light it's just you being born again but, without your memories. If you wake up before you are born then that means you were revived and someone else's soul was put in it. Or when you wake up the baby dies. However I wasn't born again. I woke up in a hospital, with no one in the room. When I came clear with my mind with what all had happened, I knew why no one was here. No one was alive and no one cared. I didn't care if I lived or died anymore. Why should I if no one cared about me or if there was even anyone I knew to care for me.


The next day I woke up on the couch I decided to go upstairs and apologize to her for keeping this secret form her for too long. I went upstairs and opened her door. I didn't see her I saw a note. I froze but quickly knew I needed to read it. It said "Happy Birthday Apple Jack!" I had wrote that for her birthday last month. Instantly I knew, I still loved her, whether she did or not. I noticed a wet spot so I looked on the back and there I saw it Apple Jack handwriting, well mouthwriting to be exact. I read it out. "Pa..." I almost burst into crying. I read on. "I'm leaving... I don't know when or if I'll come back..." I fell to my knees. What it said was. "Goodbye..." The wet spot was a tear from her. I ran out of the room, I didn't care for anything I only had the images of my beloved daughter Apple Jack. I noticed when I walked in that her handkerchief was missing. She used it to hold food.

I left the house and ran to look for her. "She out there I'm going to find her!"  I said to myself. I then remember everything I did for her and everything she's ever done for me. I'm not losing the rest of my family! I looked for a good 6 hours and eventually laid down to take a rest. I felt bad, this was time that I needed to use to find her. Against my thoughts I forced myself to rest, otherwise I wouldn't be able to go on. I rested under a tree. I saw an apple and decided to take a bite. "Might help me. After all I need some moisture in my mouth to dry." I was about to take a bite when I thought to myself. "Why is there an apple here there's not an apple tree for a couple of miles. It then hit me quickly that Apple Jack had to of passed through here. And dropped one of her apples without knowing.

I got up and looked for another 3 hours and returned home. In hopes of seeing her again at the house waiting and sad. I was wrong. Apple Jack was no where to be found. I felt another wave of sadness splash against me. Apple Jack...Where are you...I...I....Love you. Why didn't I just tell her sooner. How could I be so ignorant! So idiotic... I'm...I'm a monster. I caused this to happen to me. I flung back out of real life. I was wrong I'm not a monster. It was my fault and god damn it I'm going to fix it! I searched for 4 days. Nothing was found no clues even. That whole "She's out there and I'm going to find her!" was fading with every hour. I laid on my bed and remembered the farm was needing tending to. I didn't give up on Apple Jack. I knew I would find her...eventually.

I needed to pluck some apples so I went out to get some ready. We do own a shop. I didn't care if Apple Jack didn't think of herself as my own I still did. I went to the far end of the apple farm to pluck some apples. While doing so I started thinking about Apple Jack. I hadn't cried about her for a while over will I couldn't cry I knew I was going to find her. Although every hour removed another layer of courage and hope of finding her. I knew she wouldn't survive on this pathetic planet full of nothing but hate.

While thinking more about her I soon found myself wet on the face. Had I been crying? No, it was raining. I think there was one last layer and it was fading faster than an hour. With all the sadness and one weak layer it would break soon and I would give up. Something was stopping me from looking for he before that. Some presence inside me not giving up holding the layer up from giving up. He too would give up though. The rain was pouring hard. It reminded me of the layer of sadness it with holes and cracks in it letting the water come in and drown the presence inside me. I needed to find her. But...I can't stop and can't move something was keeping me here.

I decided to get under the tree and rest. I started thinking about Apple Jack. Finding her in the box, her first birthday, giving her her first bath, feeding her, playing with her, and mostly I remember her raising her voice to me. Such hatred from it and it was the final blow. While the water busted through the last layer and carrying the presence with it. 

"Apple Jack.....I'm....So.....Sorry..." "APPLE JACK PLEASE.....I'M SORRY...PLEHEEHEEASE COME HOME FORGIVE ME!"

I was crying. I was feeling something I haven't felt in a while....Sadness.

I heard some rustling. I looked around and there I saw the orange pony.