A Very Happy and Sunny Life

by Wearin Hat


Sometimes, Things Happen

Hospital! I’m in the hospital! Look at it, Booky, I’m in the hospital! And you’re here with me!

First of all, how the fuck did you get here? I know I didn’t take you with me. Wanna maybe explain that, Booky?

What, these bandages? You want to talk about that first? The fuck are you trying to hide? Don’t avoid my questions, damn it.

Oh good and she’s here too. Fucking magical. Just what I need, the damn Derptard.

I don’t get it, why can’t she leave me the fuck alone? Literally everything that has ever happened to me has happened because she won’t leave me the fuck alone. House fire? Her. Shirley’s death? Her. The loss of all of my belongings? Her. Physically assaulting me multiple times? Her. Everything that has ever happened to me? Her.

I swear, it’s like she can’t fucking help herself.

And now the Pinktard’s here. Wonderful. And she’s crying! You know, I was worried this wouldn’t suck quite as much if she wasn’t being that extra heap of annoying.

Want to know what’s really pissing me off? I’m only one floor away from V right now. One floor separates us. And I’m pretty sure those big, burly goons outside my door aren’t gonna let me go find her. Fucking hospital. This is supposed to be a place of healing. I shouldn’t have fucking guards on my damn door cause I’m a ‘risk to other patients’.

Oh fuck no. Do not tell me that I’m hearing this right now. Booky, are you hearing her?

“I’m so so so so sorry, Ipsa! I didn’t know you didn’t know I was there! Twilight told me about your book being your best friend and I went and got him for you, please forgive me!”

She broke into my house! Why did she feel that was needed? What the fucking fuck? I’m mean, for craps sake, Booky, is it too much to ask that the pony’s I hate the absolute most don’t get free access to my fucking home?

Fuck.

Stupid, that’s all this is. I mean come on; this isn’t at all where I want to be right now.

Oh come on, can they not just leave me alone in my hospital bed (Somehow this feels familiar.)?

Okay, at least those two rejects are fucking gone. Now I can suffer in peace and agony.

I’ve utterly failed her, Booky. I couldn’t even carry a bucket across town without spilling it all over myself. Yeah, I know, my plan would’ve never worked (Not quite sure how I arrived at the conclusion I did when I left the house, but I’m going with brain damage.) and thus was fated to fail, but I didn’t even get that far.

At this point I’m really fighting to think of a reason as to why I’m still trying. I mean, I literally have given it my all and I’ve failed in ways that are starting to get unbelievably ridiculous. All I want is to make V happy. You get that, don’t you? Yes, I know, my tactics are questionable, but my intent could not be more pure.

And you know what? I’m proud of her. This whole thing with the balloon was her idea. She’s a very clever little filly. I mean, I never would’ve given such a thought consideration. Shows off how pitiful I feel right now, doesn’t it? She came up with this grand idea to take Diamond Tiara’s cutie mark away from her and I barely made it out the door.

I’ve come a long way, haven’t I? Last time I was in one of these beds I don’t think I would’ve even looked twice at V. Now here I am agonizing over doing right by her. I want her to smile, to be happy. She has a full life ahead of her and I want it to be exactly what she wants.

Here’s a good question, why do I want that? All she ever did was show up on the street and then come home with me. It isn’t like she’s my daughter or sister or something stupid like that. As I recall, she was only ever supposed to be a burden to me.

Funny how these things happen, isn’t it?

She likes me, Booky. That’s all I can even try to guess what it is. She didn’t judge me, annoy me, try to kill me, or anything what everypony else has done. V silently smiled at me and trusted me without even knowing me. Maybe it brought out something in me that even I didn’t know existed? Or maybe there’s a desire within me to be a father, a good parent who would never abandon their foal no matter the difficulty presented in staying?

Personally, I think it’s that I was sick and tired of being alone.

I don’t even know. I have you and Carty, but that’s all it’ll ever be.

Look at that, the setting sun. I never really get to see that. I’m usually busy doing whatever it is I do. Last time I remember seeing the sunset was the last time I was in here. And let me tell you, last time these bastard doctors let me in here I was not in a particularly good mood.

Oh for craps sake, I only just thought of this. Last time I was here it was because I had a burning house collapse on top of me. I had burns everywhere, some broken bones, head wound, and tons of emotional issues. Barring the broken bones and the head wound, I’m here for the exact same things as last time. Horrible burns and severe emotional issues.

I tell you, that’s almost enough for me to start throwing an extremely violent temper tantrum. Why shouldn’t I? Yet again my life has landed me into the damn burn ward (I think.) and this time I’m not even that far away from the only thing I want and can’t have.

So, without further delay, please allow me to show these retards in scrubs what a true emotional breakdown looks…holy crap.

It’s V!