//------------------------------// // A Simple Road // Story: Double Rainbow // by MyLittleGeneration //------------------------------// Beep… Beep… Beep… The beeping of my alarm woke me up, the irritating sound growing louder and louder with every passing second. "I'm up..." I mumbled, moving my hand towards the black digital clock. Once I pressed the button, the alarm immediately shut off. Immediately, I felt like sleeping again. "Come on, Blitz..." I said. "Get... Up..." And then I fell asleep. I didn’t need to be up this early anyway. After all, it was Saturday. A day for being lazy. I felt so comfortable and relaxed within the covers of the bed, my back laying down flat on the mattress. I needed the sleep, anyways. So lovely... soft... swe- "Bro!" shouted my brother. I immediately jolted out of the bed and crashed on the floor, which was everything that my bed wasn’t: cold, hard, and not so lovely. I slowly got up, groaning. "The hell, Daze?" I said, annoyed and angry. If my brother was here in front of me... "What? It's noon, ya bum." I merely yawned as I struggled to convince my eyes to open. “Besides, didn't you say you had a date or something happening today?" he asked. My eyes full of crust immediately shot wide open. I looked at my alarm. "Woah..." Exactly twelve o'clock. "Game starts at, like, three." I stretched back. "Welp, I better get ready, then." I walked into the kitchen, still wearing my pajamas, which was a black tank top with blue shorts. Quickly, I fetched myself a bowl of cereal, along with a couple of strawberries and apple juice. Upon getting myself fed, I looked at my brother, who was just heading out the door. "I'll catch ya later, Blitz!" he said. "Tell me how the game goes!" I gave him a thumbs-up. "I'll make sure of it." I sighed, which quickly transitioned into a loud yawn. Today was the day I'd finally go to Dash's game, which was the start of the soccer season. I only wished to see Dash in action. Honestly, I was really flattered by how she played. She could get rough, sure, but through it all, she shows determination, confidence, and most importantly, sportsmanship. At least towards me and my weak skills. I lightly chuckled remembering that day. Soarin and I had kept in touch via Instagram, and I usually talked to Dash during school. Not a ton had happened, but hey, what can you expect from high school? I started getting dressed, putting on my usual clothes, but this time wearing a Canterlot High hoodie bought straight from the school store. I decided to let time wander by laying on the couch and watching television. It would only be a couple of hours, so why not? After a while had passed, I quickly checked the time. Forty-five minutes until game. I shrugged. "I think it'd be fine to go now." I got up, and noticed that Soarin sent me a text. I looked at it: 'Hey, you going to the game? Need a ride?' I texted back: 'Yeah. Thanks, Soarin. I owe you one.' I put my phone away, then waited around until Soarin came in whatever vehicle he was going to bring over. At first, I felt a little jealous knowing Soarin had his own car, and I didn't, but I just shrugged it off. All I wanted was to just get to the game and see the soccer team go AWOL on Detrot. A couple of minutes passed by, before I heard the sound of a car horn beep. I looked outside, and saw Soarin smiling inside a regular, white Ford. I made my way outside, at which point Soarin rolled down his window. "C'mon!" he said, grinning. "This baby's gotta make it to the game!" "I'm coming!" I yelled. I opened the door leading to the passenger seat, and buckled up. "Let's do this, man! Can't wait to see this!" Soarin looked back behind him, going reverse out of the driveway into the calm street. He drove smoothly on the well-made street, passing by the trees and houses. "So..." he said, trying to start a conversation, "How's life?" "Eh." I answered, shrugging my shoulders. "I mean, not much has really happened. I’m just really stoked I'm actually doing something now, instead of being stuck in the house watching the TV!" "I hear that." Soarin said, nodding. "How are you and Spitfire been doing?" I asked next. "You asked her to the dance?" "Oh yeah, forgot to tell ya." Soarin smiled. "She and I have been doing great. She's amazing, and I'm just as excited as you are. It’s been a while since we've entered a game. God, it's gonna feel so good." He turned up the radio, which punk music suddenly played. Soarin bobbed his head up and down. "This is my jam! Woo!" "Heh. You said it." I agreed, bobbing my head up and down as well. We smiled, enjoying the song and how ultimately good it was. "You know I couldn't handle fightin'!" I sung. "And you know you handle truth!" he sung back. We then began singing in unison looking right at each other. "And the people know they ain't got nothin' on us, cause they can't handle consequences when they come to screw with us! Give us the rights and we will drop the mic!" We zoomed down the street by this point, being in the small part of the city. "Join us, coward!" we continued. "You can't take it all, and we got the power, son! Figure it out, or else we'll give ya-" CRASH! I immediately felt my head fling to one side. I could barely see, as everything in my vision had quickly dissolved into a sketchy blur. I was able to make out the car from my side, and I sure as hell felt pain. My side felt crushed, as if someone had just been hit by a bulldozer, and my neck was sprained from swinging it to the left. Even with my blurry vision, I could tell that the car was spinning in circles uncontrollably. As my vision slowly started to fade, I turned my head towards Soarin. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was also affected by this, glass flying towards him from my side. I soon felt my eyelids forcefully shut, seeing nothing but black… I opened my eyes again, only to see the sky. It looked a bit more… crimson-y than I was expecting. I felt something tugging on me, dragging me slowly away from the car. "You're gonna be alright." said a voice. Ignoring the pain in my neck, I looked a little more up to see Soarin. "Stay with me." I still felt intense pain, my head aching like crazy. I took a glance around the area, and saw that there were some cars frozen in place a little distance away. I turned my head slightly to one side, and saw that a small crowd of people had congregated around the area. I turned back to our car, and quickly noticed the car that had smashed into us, which appeared to be a red Pontiac, the front of which was absolutely totaled. I felt my eyes beginning to forcefully shut again. I tried to keep them open, but despite my best efforts, they shut on their own once again. My eyes re-opened again. I noticed a man running up towards us. "I'm so sorry, dude, I-I..." he stuttered. I couldn't see him clearly, but he looked... oddly familiar... "Dude, I- You just- I-I..." My vision faded to black again, right as I heard the sound of sirens blaring. I opened them up one last time, only to see two men lifting me up to place me on a stretcher. The man was still stuttering, holding his head. "I-I..." I could only faintly hear what the man was saying before Soarin start talking. "Calm down, man! Just calm-" That was the last thing I heard. After that, it was all white noise. I couldn't hear jack shit. I looked around, and quickly saw another man looking at me, on the side of an ambulance. As I was carried on the stretcher closer to the ambulance, I started to see a trickle of red come in front of my right eye. I really felt scared now. I tried to move my arm to wipe it out of my vision, but it was no good. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get my arms to move at all. Not that I had much time to try, anyway... My eyes closed for the last time... I didn't know what the hell would happen next, but whatever is going to happen... It’d better be good news...