//------------------------------// // 6: Family Visit // Story: Somepony Lost // by ContagiousCreation //------------------------------// It had been 3 years since I had found Pinkie. She could speak full English now. She isn’t as… well, active as she used to be. She doesn’t run around anymore, she doesn’t write on the walls, try to escape or steal food. I never told her to stop, she just did. It seems like she’s grown up, older, dare I say mature. She’s literally a 3-year-old, but she acts like a teen. I was heading out for work one day and noticed Pinkie was especially quiet. She just sat on the sofa, staring forward into nothingness. I thought of it like nothing, and left for work, little did I know, this was going to be an… ‘Eventful’ day. At around 4:30, just before the end of my shift, my sister decided to drop by the house. “Nathan?” Pinkie’s ears perked up, she rose from her slumber, interested by this new voice. “Nathan? I came to-” Pinkie raced to the corridor, excited to meet her new friend. “Hi! I’m Pinkie P-“ Amy screamed louder than any siren or alarm. She grabbed the vase from the table and smashed it into Pinkie’s head. She stopped for a moment, face still as a statue’s, and then slumped to the floor. Amy breathed heavily, she sat, looking at the creature she had struck. “OK, it’s OK, just call Nathan” She reached for her phone. She punched in the numbers. “Nathan?” “Yes?” “OK, where are you?” “I driving home from work, wait, why do you need to know?” “I was at your house, and- and then-” “You were at my house? How did you get in?” “I’ve always had a key, since mom gave you the house!” “Don’t talk about mom, Amy, just tell me what hap-” Suddenly, it clicked. Only one thing could have happened if Amy was in this state at my house. “What did you do to her!?” “I don’t know! I’m sorry! Come quick!” I slammed my foot down on the pedal, I was driving faster than when dad was dying. Pinkie was too important to care about the law. I parked in the drive way, slammed on the handbrake and launched myself into the house. Pinkie lay on the floor of the corridor. A large swell on her head pulsated gently. I fell to my knees. Tears welled up in my eyes. “What did you do!?” “It jumped out at me when I came in; I just grabbed the vase and hit it. I wasn’t thinking straight” “I know you weren’t! Now what do I do! She’s my friend! She’s all I had left! She’s my saviour!” “She? It’s a girl? What even is it?” “I don’t know, Amy” “I don’t care how you got it, or why you kept it, but I do know that you need to get rid of it! If you have to hide it, you shouldn’t have it.” “Where would she go?” “On the streets! If not, you could give it into some animal shelter! Why do you want it so bad anyway!?” “Dad was the only person I ever cared about. When he died, I found her. I’ve raised her for 3 years! I love her… so much. She’s the light in my deep, dark life, Amy. She’s my… my daughter” I looked back to her. I grazed my hand over her forehead. I slowly stroked her, hoping she would wake up. “Can’t you take it to the vet?” “Do you know any vets that would gladly treat and alien pony then never tell anyone about it!?” Amy fell silent. “Come on, Pinkie, wake up. Please, you’re all I have! Don’t leave me, don’t be like dad!” I said through my tears. It was no use. I had to give up. I picked her up, and took her into her room. I laid her on her bed, lay the covers over her body, leaving her head peeking out. I went back downstairs, to see Amy sat on the sofa, mascara running down her face. “Leave” “What?” “Amy, I said LEAVE!” She got up quickly and grabbed her bag, continued to walk to the door, swiftly open it, leave and close it. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of cheap whiskey from the back of the top cupboard and slumped onto the couch. My mind wandered as I slugged down my drink. 'Amy’s right, I shouldn’t have her, she doesn’t belong here' 'No! She’s wrong! You need her more than anything!' 'She may be what I live for, but keeping her here is selfish! She has to go back to her home!' 'This IS her home, Nathan!' *knock * *knock* Suddenly, I snapped out of it. I shot up from my laid position on the sofa. *knock * *knock* ‘Who could that be? It better not be Amy, crawling back to apologize’ I think to myself. *knock * *knock* “Alright! I’m coming!” I get up and stomp to the door, in an angered and unforgiving mood. I reach for the door handle and a shiver spreads throughout my body.