I wake up, rubbing my eyes. It was really a long time ago, that I dreamed so badly. If I remember right, the last time was on my 10th birthday. I know, it isn't real and all, but it really hitted me. I don't remember my real name there, but I remember every single dream since I was born. But - even when it's not real - I'm happy, that Rising Shine is okay. Today is already Thursday, so my stuff is coming tomorrow. I started to get my clothes on, when I suddenly get a call from my mobile. "Here is Jack, how can I help?"
"Hello, Jack. We are glad to say, that you can go back to your apartment. Or, if you found a new place to live, you can take the stuff that didn't got burned to your new home." My eyes widen. Please, let be one of the things my plushie ...
"I need just one thing ... I had a plushie from a pony from the TV-Show "My Little Pony" ... is it fine?" There was a short silence, that made me worry, but then, the guy replied. "I don't know this show, but here is a ... uhm, yellow horse with ... pink mane and tail and ... butterflys on her butt? If you mean this plushie, yes, it's fine."
"GREAT! I come now." I cheer happily and jump around my room. Then I take my mobile back, finish putting my clothes on me and run to the bus station nearby. One of them drives me near my old apartment. After I waited for the bus, I travel to my old apartment, my old life ... I just hope, that Michael is not here.
"Sir, that isn't ..." I walk trough the broken door into my apartment, when I got the shock of my life. "Do you really think, that's inte ... ohhh, here he is. Having fun with your ponies?"
He has my Fluttershy plushie!
"That's mine. Give it back!" He just smirks to me. Not in a sexual way ... in an very evil way ... "No - way!"
"Michael!" I had the whole way to the apartment a bad feeling. And now, I think, my bad feeling is going to become true. "Oh, is the little pony crying?"
"I swear, if you ..." He still holding the plushie, still that evil smirk on his face. "If I doing what? Rape it? Destroy it? Burn it? Come on, say little crying pony ..."
"Michael ..." Please ... please don't ...
"Sir, give him his plushie. It is not your ownership." I lose my nerves. "Michael! What is your problem!? Why do you hate MLP so much!?"
"You are all freaks! I mean ... liking a show with colorful ponies, created for little girls? Seriously!?" Typical hater ...
"You don't know ... if you just watch some of the episodes, you may understand them." He glares to me. "NEVER! I will never watch this shit!"
"Michael!" Please!
"Say your pony to clop, good bye!" NO!
"MICHAEL!" But he makes just the evil smirk into an more evil grin, before, in front of my eyes, he tears Fluttershy's head from the plushie. I can't believe this ... Tears start building on my eyes, then I start to cry. He really killed my plushie ...
"Ohhhh ... poor Jack. I killed your non-existing girlfriend. Cry you little baby!" I was never so angry before then right now. This plushie means a lot to me. I really feel only pure hate for him right now. "Michael ... you just maked the biggest mistake in your entire life."
I slowly walk to Michael. "Oh, do you think, I fear you?"
He laughs. But I beat him hard in his dirty face. "Okay, you piece of shit, you going to far now!"
And then, he start beating me. "Never fight against Michael, idiot!"
But I was so full with anger and hate, that I barely feel the pain. I beat back ... but I don't going to stop this time. I beating on his face for minutes. He is bleeding already, but I don't care anymore. The guys from the fire department just stare in shock with the sudden fight. But then I realized something. What am I doing right now? Beating him makes me more like him. Also, the ponies wouldn't be proud about what I just doing. I stop beating him. "I'm ... I'm ... sorry."
I stand up from him and make my way out of the apartment ... but then, Michael suddenly catch me and pulls his arms tight on my neck to strangle me. I start to walk backwards, faster and faster, hoping to hit him on a wall or anything else hard. Then I smashed with him against a wall. The wall breaks by smashing it ... wait, breaks? I feel his grip losing on me, but also feel myself free ... like a pegasi. I just realized, that it was the broken window, I had smashed. Like a wonder, I managed to hold on the outside windowsill, before I would completly falling down. We lived here on the 12th floor. I would never survive from this high ... wait Michael! I can only watch in shock, before he lands on the street. Still hanging, I close my eyes ... He is dead ...
Finally the fire brigade guys coming, helping me back into the apartment. Im still shocked from what just had happened. I killed Michael ...
"Are you allright?" I can't answer right now. That, what just happened was to much for me. When I didn't start to beat him ...
I feel bad ... really bad. And dizzy. I try to walk, but my body leaved me, letting me fall to the ground ...
***
When I woke up, I realized, that I'm laying in a comfortable bed.
"So, you are awake finally." I looking around, still confused. "What ... where am I?"
"In the hospital. We already know, what happened." I feel a cold shiver of fear running trough my body. "Michael ... is he ..."
"If you mean the man, that smashed on the street, then yes. I'm afraid so." Hate and sorrow fighting in my mind. "It's all my fault ..."
"You two had trouble, but you stopped. He then, tried to kill you. You just did the only thing, you could do in this moment. No one will blame you." I didn't reply. I need time to get over it ... if I will ever get over that.
"You stay here for this night. You should try to sleep now."
Yeah. Dreaming. To a better place. In a world, I can still have joy and fun ... I'm coming, Ponyville ...