Fear rushes over me in a second. Father's long cheeky smile was always that grin he did whenever he was going to do something, um, enjoyable.
He then yelled at me.
''Where were you!!!?'' He screams at me, and then slapped my cheek.
''I-I-I was just visiting M-M-Mom's grave with Sweetie Belle..'' I managed to say trying to control myself from bursting in tears.
Father slaps me again, and I feel blood pour down.
''I keep telling you!!'' Father screams hitting the table now. ''You have to STOP visiting your mother's grave!"
I felt like my heart was struck. I felt pain in my chest, and my stomach seem to be lifting as he said the words. My heart seemed to go down and it seemed to be flying around in my lungs. The words made me feel the feeling of destruction, and despair.
''But, F-Father, I-I need to remember her..'' I said slowly wiping tears.
Father seems quiet for a moment, puts his bottle down for a minute, and for a moment it feels as if something hit him hard as well, a pain no one can stop, which is the feeling of loss. The father I loved came back for a moment, for a moment, I could see something more than what seemed to be, for just a second he felt like a really lovable guy, for once I could sense I trusted him. I could see something in him that didn't make him seem so bad for a moment, I could see a depressed, tired stallion who needed his troubles to get away, and his little filly just caused him more stress..
''I never want to hear that name AGAIN..'' He said showing his yellow broken teeth. ''And why did you go with a stranger?''
''I went with her, so she could see what my mother looked like..'' I said.
The grave, I remember, was at a nice park, with flowers, as well as butterflies that would fly all around, my mommy's grave has a picture of her, the only picture of her we have, as Father threw all the others in the trash.
And Sweetie Belle wanted to see what Mom looked like.
With a pained look on Father's face, he said. "Go to bed.."
I climbed upstairs to my bedroom, and went under the cushions, I sobbed a little. But no, I wasn't a baby! I had to be strong and tough, and be everything Rainbow wanted me to be!
I had a perfect life basically. I have the most awesome big sister in the world, I have the best three friends in the world, and I have the best teacher in the world, I can work with a princess. I have a great life!
How could I be miserable when life was great. There are good moments that I would never want to die because of. There are moments that are bad, yes, true. I was denying the good facts when I was complaining about the bad facts.
One good feeling, was the kind of warm feeling I felt when I was around Apple Bloom today, it was weird, like a little feeling out of certainly nowhere, a feeling of admiration, and I had the feeling of just staring at her beauty.
I do like the time when we, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, did our hikes towards the hills, we found so much animals, and we ran around through the grass, looking at grasshoppers, and trying to find where Sweetie Belle was hiding in hide and seek.
I shouldn't be crying for such a tiny fact, the fact that I have a tough life at home, I do have a good life with my friends..
A sudden thought comes to my mind, Mom..
A beautiful mare with a beautiful mane, she had a lovely smile, and always had the best of intentions, and very supportive.
Mom had her flaws too. She was emotionally scarred in the sense that she always has to be tough and all, can you believe it? And she would always be oblivious to things.
Mom had a tough parentage, she was raised in a waaay worse life than mine. She lived in war stricken Equestria in a prison camp, where she was tortured, and had horrible food, and never had any friends.
I had friends who comforted me in tough moments, who supported me when times got rough in my life, such as a really bad fall, or when Diamond Tiara made fun of me. They were always there. But Mom had no one.
Every problem she had, she had to keep it to herself. She had no one to share it with, to feel about the problem, no one to actually help or support her in rough times. By herself, she would cry, and no one would care. No one heard her cries of pain, or her loneliness, how could she have gone through that much pain?
I always loved to cuddle with Mom and read a book, or find something for us to play, like action toys, and setting up a empire. We would also read comics, where we would both laugh at a funny cartoon.
Even though she never had that love as a child, she made sure she gave it to her filly. The love she felt towards the whole family was strong. I loved her very much, her bravery, her strength, her wisdom.
She was gone too soon.
When my sister came, Mom had pregnancy troubles. She soon died with the baby that night.
I hate thinking of the tension that night. Going to bed scared, not sure what was really happening to Mom. Thinking of how she was feeling lying down on her bed, thinking if she would have a chance to survive, would her baby survive? I kept thinking on bed, of the beautiful moments we shared together, how they lasted so long, how could they all go just like that? Could we just end our love? How could we never see each other again? That night, I was scared that the next day would change forever..
I could've had a baby sister today. I could have taken care of it, show her many things, teach her about what life really is, show the meaning of being loved, show her that the world has it good and bad. I could've helped her with her problems, but now I can't, she's dead! All dead, baby sister is dead.
Father turned from a nice, good guy to a evil, bad guy.
Father was always kind. He would play with me in terms of building, helped me understand math, and taught me how to help others.
When Mom died, his world fell. He started drinking, smoking, taking some weird medicines to make him feel better. And he's gone crazy!
I would do anything to help him. That's why I never escaped, I have to be a loving daughter, maybe that will help Father become a better stallion.
I see a figure over me, I cringe, the dark figure is very tall, and has a beautiful mane that looks like my he night, the tall mare spread her wings and smile.
''Luna!'' I shriek then put my hoof to my mouth so I wasn't too loud. ''What are you doing here? I mean is, well, that is I'm not having a nightmare right now..''
Luna rolled her eyes. ''Well, I don't ONLY come to ponies who have have nightmares as such. And you seem technically to be living part of a nightmare right now.''
''I'm fine!'' I say chuckling. ''Life has never been better!''
Luna sighed as she then stares at me. ''Life has never been better, hmm? Well, I see some blood on your cheeks, tears in your eyes, and the smell of alcohol downstairs..''
''Well..'' I said. ''I was sweating a lot, and they, umm, happened to roll down to my eyes so they look like tears but, uh, their not! And, umm, I fell down, so that explains the umm, blood. And, umm, well my, uh, grape juice finally fermented..''
Luna shook her head.
''Scootaloo..'' Luna said. ''I'm not here to play games..''
My head goes down.
''Well, I guess I'm scared and feeling depressed lately.." I admitted. "Okay.. Most of the time when I'm home."
''Many others are like that too..'' Luna said. ''Many others need bravery, many others are desperate for some kind of help, and all everyone needs is a bit of help..''
I then see Luna open my large bedroom window, and then go out. I then get up, to go see what she's doing.
I go to the window and put my hoof out. I see a path of stars leading a way into the night, I saw Luna walking on them briskly, I chuckle at seeing how funny she looks when she walks down the bright path of stars.
I wonder why she would come at this time! I mean, of course she would come at nighttime. But it seemed unusual to come when I wasn't dreaming!
But then I think. Maybe she could help me. Maybe she could help me and guide me. What if she could have helped with the troubled feelings I was feeling, the uncertainty, and the feeling of uselessness.
I then start following, feeling a warm glow beneath my feet, and seeing the whole town beneath me.