Once I was able to leave the hospital, Pinkie Pie threw me one of her major parties, it was the place that I smiled the first time in a long time. The entire time Derpy never left my side, no matter what I said she wouldn't go anywhere without me she was convinced if she left I would die, or disappear, but I understood why she would feel like that. After the party had finally died, my poor little Derpy was all tuckered out, she had a sugar rush but it quickly died after we played hide-n-seek, and attempted to play tag but my injuries prevented me from playing to my full extent. Even now I wish with all of my being that i never got hurt, I loved to see my sister happy, it had broken me down on the inside, remembering what it was like to run with her, to play with her, and above all, to carry her. After I saw that Derpy had fallen into asleep, I went to her and picked her small, fragile body up and put her on my back, ignoring that stabbing sensation in my abdomen. I thanked Pinkie Pie for the party, and she nodded and started cleaning up, I offered to help but she told me somepony with my "situation" should take it easy. That word hurt me far more than what i thought they would, it felt like my heart cracked in several places, but nonetheless I accepted them, and went home holding my precious little sister on my back.
Once we got home it was like running into a brick wall that was my door, I looked back at my sister seeing her cute face over my shoulder, and then looking past her to my sides seeing the bandages that called my sides Home. I almost broke down into tears but I couldn't imagine putting my little sister through that, letting her see how weak her big brother had become. So I swallowed the lump in my throat, and open the door into what i thought to be my own tomb.
The night passed quietly except for the calming whispers of the wind, the occasional creek of the house floors telling me how old the house was, and then the shuffling of my sheets as i adjust hoping to find peace so I could fall into the beautiful darkness of sleep. But it wasn't meant to be, the only sleep I got was the blink of my eyes, the bandages seemed to be alive and dancing as I rolled from side to side, seeming to mock me to remind me of what I couldn't do. As the blinding light of Celestia's sun took form in my room, I sat up and stood up, letting out a heavy sigh I went to the door and slowly opened it, not wanting the creaking to wake my sister. I was about to walk out when I looked down and saw my little Derpy asleep in front of my door, as I looked down at her my vision flashed and I saw her, grown up laying on grass, in front of her a tombstone. It was that tombstone that would haunt me to the end of my days, it was my tombstone, I could see that tears as fresh as the winter snow had just finish falling down her cheeks. It broke my heart, and my knees gave out as if I had just been hit with a sledge hammer, and before I knew it, I was holding her in my arms, cradling her as she slept holding her closer than ever. A single rouge tear ran from my eye and onto her face sliding down her cheek, and than more, one after another, they kept falling. I didn't know what to do, I wanted to stop it but I couldn't help it! Then, she woke up, and as I lay there holding her closer than ever, she reaches a hoof up to my face and wipes away the tears that seemed to be escaping. I looked down at her my eyes red and puffy, she looked back, her eyes looking straight into mine and she said, "Daddy, why are you crying?" the word "Daddy" danced all over my mind, bouncing everywhere, and I took a deep shaky breath and wiped my face "D-daddy just h-had a bad dream that's all." I say between sob and hiccups. I leaned in and kissed her forehead and squeezed her a little bit, and then I stood up and picked her up with me, and we walked to the kitchen, and I got ready to make her breakfast before she was off to school.
Today was the day she would come home in tears, the day that I wouldn't let my wound hold me back. She had walked through the house of the door while I was doing what I could around the house, she had hung her head lower than usual. I walked over and was about to ask how her day was before I noticed it, it broke me, and eats me away to this day. She had went to hug me but her arms and forearms were bruised, and even cut. I went down on my knees holding her closely, and I looked into her eyes and with holding the urge to yell I asked her "What happen to your arms." although it was meant to be a question, the seriousness, worry and anger in my voice made it sound like a statement. It had scared her and I knew it did because I saw it in those golden eyes, she put her head down and closed her eyes tight, I lowered my head to hers "Derpy, please, tell me who did this to you." I never noticed that she had begun to cry until she looked up at me. Although my heart was already in a million pieces that could no longer be put together, they shattered again and I took her into my strong embrace and asked again. Then and only then did she look up at me, she took a deep shay breath and said, "The cool ponies at school." I let her words sink in and she buried her head into my chest.