I’ve learnt that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
-Maya Angelou
A bird perched on a tree tweeted outside, as the door to my bedroom creaked opened. The rays of sunlight streaked across the cream colored wall. Slowly, a figure of a unicorn walked in. Her mane was a solid deep-sea blue with curls while her fur was a light hue of purple. Her cutie mark bore two thermometers crossing one another and she wore a loving smile as any mother would.
Around her, in the room, were an abundant of young foal toys from robots poking out of an overflowing toy box to spin tops tilted immobile to the red carpet. The unicorn leaned over my bed and gave a kiss on my cheek. “Good morning, Smoulder.” She awoke me with a voice soft as silk.
“Mmmm,” Squinching my eyelids, I dug deeper into my bed sheets. “Mum, give me another five minutes.” I murmured. She bent in closer, giving me another kiss on the cheek.
“Come on darling, you’ll be late for school if you don’t wake up now.” She placed a hoof on my shoulder, softly shaking it. Feeling like rubbish, I lifted my aching back, sitting up right. My small hooves rubbed the crust on my eyes to view my bedroom’s window pointing out to Manehattan’s Grand Library.
“Breakfast is ready down stairs.” She stated before leaving the room. I could hear the morning rush of ponies outside completing their daily errands as Celestia’s sun shined through the cloudless day.
Not even half awake, I bumped my head on the plaster wall, waking up on the wrong side of the bed, literally. Somepony throwing a brick to my head would have hurt less. I ricocheted back to the comfort of my pillow, cussing to myself.
After the pain faded away, I got back up and on the right side of the bed, slid off. But not before stubbing my hoof to a wooden clothes drawer.
“Some day this is going to be.” I groaned as now not only my head, but my hoof was sending pain signals to my brain. It just seemed as if the pain wasn't only constant, but increased now that I had hurt myself twice.
Limping the agony off, I walked on the carpet towards the opened bedroom door. To the right of it, a portrait of my family on a holiday rested in a frame.
Ghastly Gorge. I could remember the place as if it was yesterday. My older brother had his wing cuddled in close to me as I made a face of one asphyxiation ‘Stop trying to strangle me’. He was like every big brother. More superior to me, sometimes annoying and other times even more annoying.
To his right my dad stood up straight with a slight smile. He wasn’t the type to have fun around but he was a loving father putting my needs first, spoiling me like a brat. And finally to my left was my mum. She was a very generous and kind mother but if somepony trifled with her then she'd tear into them so fast that they'd regret ever crossing her.
Shuffling along, I slowly slugged down the wooden stairs of the house. It was a luxurious home fit for a prince, with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, decorative black and white marble floors and artistic carvings on the ceiling edges. I sat on the dining table's chair next to my brother. He gave me a smile to my half-awake eyes. I should have seen this coming but nevertheless, grabbing my spoon, I dipped it right into my bowl and took a sip of love. Or so I thought it was.
The pink liquid set alight to the insides of my mouth and dissolved the skin of my throat. What felt like hot burning magma blew out of my nostrils. “PHHHT.” I spat the liquid all around the table racing for the tap while my brother wasn’t able to catch his breath in his reign of mad laughter. I never really knew what he actually poured in my bowl; I don’t even know if I want to. To me, this was my average daily routine.
“Gotcha...haha….back, Smoulder.” He snorted almost falling off his chair. I should of known that he would have gotten revenge since I-
A scream came from the kitchen followed by a crash of plates.
“Freeze! Nopony move!”
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“Mum!” I rose up from my bed sheet on the apartment’s wooden floor panting. My whole body was covered in sweat and my breathing became shallow. My heart would have been beating rapidly but it was still docile.
“It’s only a dream. The past is in the past.” I slowed my breath down and returned to bed.
Only to look at the clock to see it was eight thirty in the morning.