As you know, kicking a dragon in the jaw isn’t exactly the brightest idea. This particular dragon didn’t take it too lightly, as he flew out of his cave, almost as fast as I could. Almost immediately, he started attacking the surrounding area, including me and the others. It was just a kick. Seriously, was that an over reaction or what? Simply put, I had put me and my friends in a possibly life-threatening situation. Not to mention the rest of Equestria, and even other places beyond Equestria. Before I even knew what I did, I flew back to my home in Ponyville, and locked the door tight. I stayed there for a while, clutching my bedsheets. I heard numerous knocks on my doors, and eventually, even screams from Ponyville could be heard from my room. But I couldn’t go out there. I shouldn’t. I wouldn’t.
Twilight burst down my door with a magic spell, and ran right in, along with Pinkie. Didn’t they see they weren’t welcome here? I decided it was no use trying to keep them out, so I just lay there. It had only been 15 minutes since I kicked the dragon, and already, chaos had spread. When I look up, I found Twilight & Pinkie looming over me, worried expressions on their faces. I didn’t find myself caring for either of them.They were but distant memories, specks in my already clouded head. I shut myself off from what they had to say, and focused on my own thoughts. Admittedly, I had nothing to think about, really. There was one sentence that repeated itself; I can’t go out there.
They tried to get me to see it. They dragged me out, and forced me to look. They asked me question after question. I didn’t respond to anything. I was shut off, lost in thought. Even the Wonderbolts couldn’t get anything out of me. I was too busy with my own questions: Where was Gilda? I hadn’t seen her since I flew off. Secondly, what exactly happened? The details were so foggy, I barely even knew there was a dragon.
Then, it just stopped. Everything, just, stopped. Everypony stopped trying to talk to me. I was just left their, under my covers. Where this whole mess began, I thought to myself over and over again. I could no longer hear anything outside my bedroom. Even Tank was taken away by Pinkie, to be cared for. I mean, it’s not like I could care for him. Like everything else, Tank was a memory. I lived in those memories, for a while. Until one day, I mustered the courage to step outside.
The rest of my house was a mess. Posters were torn & falling off the walls, trophies were knocked over, and windows were shattered, leaving glass all over the cloud floor. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I was sure it wasn’t too short. After inspecting the rest of my wreck, I said to myself, as I often did, “This has to happen NOW. Right now.”. But now, it was different. This time, I actually made it happened. I opened the door, and took in what I’ve caused.