“Let’s set this straight, I don’t like you and I never will!”
Well this sucks. It’s the hundredth time I've been dumped by a girl" I thought
"Fine then, go, I don’t care!"
But I did, I really badly wanted her. If you have been alone all by yourself with no one to love, then you would be this desperate.
I turned my back on her.
A tear fell from my eye as I go about in my deep depression.
Then, I thought, "No one will love me and they never will!" So from trying to turn from my deep depression, I was just digging deeper.
As I walk home I always pass a forest and it always makes my spine chill, I always wondered, "Why?"
But, as always, good comes to defeat the bad as next door is my home.
It is a brick-layered home with only one window on the front, a cheaply-bought house. I always ask mum to move houses but she gives the same answer each time.
“No Leo, we don’t have enough money at the moment to change houses.”
I always wanted to move houses, my current cheap house holds little value to me.
Anything would be better.
Meanwhile, in Canterlot:
The two Princesses are watching over Equestria looking for any signs of trouble.
"Sister you look very upset, is there perhaps something wrong?" asked Princess Luna with a quiver in her voice.
"It is nothing sister, nothing at all." replied Princess Celestia as she gazed upon the city in a seemingly ethereal state.
"Sister something is very wrong. I can feel it in your conscious. That last experiment proved so." said Luna.
"As do I sister, I can feel it in my spine. I'm shivering, every time I look into the forest near Ponyville I just get..." Celestia paused. She shivered profusely.
In Sydney, Australia:
After a hard day at school. I will walk home. When I get home I will admire my arsenal of weapons in my cupboard.
It’s full of daggers, compound bows, swords and throwing knives; generally sharp objects that can be used to kill.
Before the accident, I would go hunting with my father.
“Mum?”, I say. Can I go hunting in the forest?”
“Yes Leo, but be safe.”
I hiked out to the forest's entrance, armed with only a bow, quiver, a machete, a hunting knife and a couple of throwing knives just for the fun of it.
I arrived at the entrance of the forest at 5:00 PM, it gave me shivers down my spine, “Why do I always do that!” I muttered to myself.
As I enter the forest I glance at my four arrows as a drew a single arrow and placed it in my bow, with the intent on finding an animal.
As I hike through the forest looking for prey, the sky darkens. A glance at my phone tells me that 3 hour has already passed. “It's getting late”, I thought to myself. I started to head home, but on my way home I spotted a rabbit, it was small, but it will have to do.
I drew back my bow and roughly aimed for the heart of the rabbit. it would be cruel to let it die in pain. As I drew back my arrow I exhale softly. My mind clicks as I fire the projectile. I lower my bow and see that I have missed the rabbit entirely. I scoff in disappointment as the rabbit turns and bolts.
I quickly glance over to where my brain calculated the arrow to be, and find it missing, I quickly give up and return home.
I walk in the house with dragging feet. I ignore the calls for dinner, and the questions from mum, like "How are you?", "What's wrong?" and such. Nothing would divert my attention from sleeping.
The next day, I begin my transit to school, walking. I decide to take a new path, in hopes of getting to school earlier, for very little reason other than just wanting to.
The new path involved many back-alleys and unknown pathways. I had spied them out on previous adventures to school.
I walk for roughly 15 minutes when I hear the sound of scuffling feet. I duck down behind several stacked cardboard boxes when I see a group of 3 older teenagers, all sporting gang colours and torn clothing. The most prominent colours that struck me most were Red and Yellow. I spy out from behind the boxes and notice that the gang are savagely beating a young man. I cringe as I hear their make-shift weapons slamming the man's body. The man is making very little sounds other than the man's weak grunting from the savage beats from the gang. I spy out further much to my own grief.
As I move my hand to support myself, I stumble it sharp piece of tin, or copper. I wrench my hand back in searing pain and move my other hand to hold it. This was my mistake, caused by natural human instincts. I fall down and kick the cardboard boxes over. This does little to hide my presence as the gang turns and sees me.
Very little can be said about what I saw at that moment. Their prying eyes froze me instantaneously. I didn't think, I turned, and ran.
Clutching my pierced hand, which was beginning to form a messy pool of blood in the cup of my hand, I pumped my legs hard until I managed to evade them. It was a frightening walk to my school as paranoia set in, the gang haunted me.
I arrive at my school, still puffing violently, running seemed to be the only thing that cooled my nerves. The large cobble-stoned gates welcomed me in a prison-like manner. They were saying;
"Welcome, you're not leaving until we ruin your day"
A heavy steel fence helped keep the torture contained, the advertisement's strewn upon them helped to keep the media turning a blind eye, concerning the truly brutal ways of the school-yard.
A good day at school was very rare. Many people made this a reality.
I sit in class, hiding my hand from the eyes of the other kids. I wanted to hide my wound, as they will no-doubt criticize me for my weakness.
The recess bell tolls, and I slowly stride out to the school grounds. A gravely familiar face greets me with a devilish smile. Funnily enough, wearing the same striking colours, Red and Yellow. I never noticed this before.
I became lazy and beckoned him away with my injured hand. He immediately notices the defect on my hand. He grabs my hand violently and with very little care about the pain that I feel. My whole hand shivers in searing pain, I cringe heavily and fall to my knee. The bully, still grasping my throbbing hand. He laughs and grips harder, this time blood oozes from the large gash on my hand, and I whimper in pain.
He turns his head and mutters to me.
"Heard about what you saw this morning"
I turn my head to him and my pupils instantly contract in horror. The gang followed me here. Not that they actually walked through the school gates, rather they walked into my nightmare.
The bully obviously had connections with this gang, either by family, friends or other means.
My life had just gone from bad, to hell.
I turn and cuss at him.
He didn't like that.
He thrusts my hand down, I follow through as I grab my hand to nurture it with my other.
The bully grabs me by the back of my collar and pushes my to the ground.
I don't remember much of what followed.
Just pain. Nothing more. Definitely nothing less.
Seems like I wasn't concussed, however I was very shocked. The bully did very little damage to me, he seemed to be jabbing me with the side of his fist. That would bruise. Still shocked however, I run towards the gates of the school, force them open, and run with tears streaming down my face and a violent sob, constantly erupting from my chest.
I run for what seemed like days.
Through the town, past the creeks, rivers and waterholes, through many dirt tracks, and finally I stopped myself and collapsed.
The entrance to the forest greets me. I notice no shiver down my spine, rather a force, welcoming me here. I felt enthralled by the forest and slowly, dragged myself into it.
I had lost track of time, I was far into the woods. it was dark. I had no sense of direction, I was lost. My heart sank.
Where on Earth was I?
Little did I know;
This wasn't Earth anymore.
This was heaven.