Things Lost and Broken

by Nineveh

Chapter 1: Through the Dark Clouds

Chapter 1: Through the Dark Clouds

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"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light."

-Aristotle Onassis"Dad, I'm home."

I don't hear a reply, and I peek my head into the living room. There he is, sleeping. Next to his hoof, I see an overturned empty bottle of beer. I sigh.

"You should really stop drinking so much," I say softly, so as not to wake him.

I gently lift a blanket and cover it over his shoulders, heaving up and down from his heavy breaths. I trot back upstairs to my room. I set my saddlebag by the door after emptying the contents inside. There's nothing in it, really. Just a plastic container for my lunch and a bottle of water. Tired from work, I head over to my bathroom for a cold shower.

It's summer here in Ponyville right now. Cloudsdale doesn't have much of a job in this season, other than to keep clouds out and the sky clear. In the Cloud and Rainbow department, I don't have that much to do other than clearing clouds, taking into credit that rainbows are useless without rain.

As I stand in the rushing warm water, I lean against the cold tiled wall. I sigh. I don't know how long it's been since I've talked to my dad. He's always either out drinking or here drinking. Every time I come home, he's always with a mare. This time, he wasn't; that was a rare occasion.

I turn the water off and I dry myself off. Dragging myself out of my bathroom and to my bed, I pass by a picture on my desk. It was a picture from fifteen years ago: my dad and I at the one field that we always went to play. No one else went there, so we were alone to the whole field. In the picture, his hoof is extended to hold the camera, and his other hoof is around my shoulders.

I pick up the frame and smile gently. I don't remember the times when we were together anymore. It seems so distant, like those memories were just a mirage, a fake illusion that only deceived my emotions.

Sometimes I wonder. I wonder what it would've been like if Mom stayed, Dad never sank into depression, and if I never left my friends and everyone that cared about me. Maybe I could remember what it felt like to "love" and "be loved." Maybe I could experience "happiness." But all of that seems impossible. It'll never happen.

I gently put down the frame, violently blinking back tears. I'm already used to this lifestyle. I shouldn't be complaining, though all I have left is my life. I don't have my usual colorful personality anymore, and my egotistic dignity is gone, rusted and withered along with the happiness that was my life. Now, everything's gone.

I trudge over to my bed and flop down, staring at the ceiling in the dark. I can't think anymore; I'm too tired. I slowly feel my eyelids weigh down, and suddenly a veil of darkness overtakes my sight as I tumble into the depths of rest.

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"Dashie!"

I hear my name called, clear and loud; I turn sharply. I barely have time to react. I see a redーsomething hurtling towards me at speeds of blur. My mouth opens just a slight andー

Thunk.

I land face down in the soft grass, soothing my bruise with its cold dew. I hear footsteps approaching fast. I feel a hoof on my shoulder pulling me and flipping me over on my back. I look up and see a face creased with worry. I groan.

"God, Dash, really. Be more aware of your surroundings."

I laugh. "Come, on, Soarin, it was just a little bump on the head. Don't worry so much."

"I can't help but to worry. Lemme see it."

I move my hoof from my forehead and watch as Soarin lifts his own hoof to the bruise, gently brushing my head as if it would shatter if he were to weigh down less than half of a half of an ounce. "Tsk. You're too careless."

I smile and touch his hoof, holding it to my cheek. He smiles and returns the gesture my caressing my face. "Dash, Iー

A crash of thunder breaks the soundless aura of the plain. Soon after dark clouds begin to gather, blocking the sun. A flash of lightning illuminates the once vibrant sky. In the distance, more storm clouds began to mesh, creating a tunnel that stretched from the heavens to the earth.

"Soarin, look!" I say, sitting up. "A tornado! Let's check it out, yeah?"

He looked at me with a worrisome eye and chuckled nervously. "I'm not too sure about that."

"Oh, lighten up. It'll be fun! Besides, we have these," I say, flapping my wings.

He scratches his head and sighs. "Fine, but whatever damage it costs will be entirely your fault."

I laugh. "There won't be any damage."

I take to the sky, pushing of the ground and pressing against the fold of gravity, unravelling the freedom of flight. I hear Soarin close behind me, his wings flapping strong against the wind. Close by, I see a flash of lightning nearly blinding me into shock. I slip on the air, my wing buckling against me. "Dash!"

I feel hooves on my back. "Yeah, I'm fine. It was just a shock."

"We gotta go; this isn't safe."

I blow a raspberry and reply, "You're so uptight!"

I giggle and roll off his arms, falling. I use my wings to lift me into the air once again, giving me a chance to smirk at Soarin and speed towards the tornado. I begin to feel drops of rain gently tapping my muzzle. As I fly, the water begins to weigh down, each droplet flicking me hard on the face before sliding past. Somewhere behind me, my peripheral vision catches the wink of lightning. Ahead, I see the tornado building, more clouds clustering to the tunnel: It was growing.

I gulp. "Yeah, Soarin, I think it's a good idea to go back. Now," I say over my shoulder, not taking my eyes off the tornado.

Silence.

I frown. "Hey, if you're mad, Iー" I pause as I turn around and see nothing.

"Soarin? Soarin!" I frantically search around, yelling his name. Then, I look down and see something fallingー

Soarin.

I inhale sharply and dive for him. I reach him just before he touches the ground and slowly lower him. His eyes are closed; his chest heaves slightly from shallow, ragged breaths. There's a burn on his right wing, bleeding. "Soarin."

His eyes keep closed. "Soarin, come on, answer me." No reply. "Please."

I begin to sob quietly. I clutch his right hoof and hold it to my face. "Dammit, Soarin. I don't cry," I say, my tears falling down my cheek and onto his arm. Or is that just the rain?

Behind me, I feel the wind pick up. I allow a glance behind and see the tornado catching ground towards us. "Soarin, come on! The tornado's coming." Quickly, I perform CPR, desperate to keep him alive. I sigh and lay my head on his chest, sobbing. "Please don't leave me."

I hear his heartbeat slow. A hoof touches my head and I look up. Soarin's face smiles softly and weakly at me. "I told you it would be dangerous," he says, laying his head back down. "I won't leave you, Dash. Ever. I love you."

I cry at the words, flattening my ear against his chest. I hear nothing. I don't hear the soothing thump of his heart. I don't feel his warmth. "Soarin, it's cold."

I hear no reply and I sit up, glancing down at him. I feel air collect in my lungs. I scream; I scream his name. I sob openly.

The tornado is right behind me now, but I refuse to let go of his hoof. "Soarinー"

The wind picks me up, and I clutch his body to me, fighting against the tornado. I feel tossed around, and Soarin dangles from my grasp. I look up.

There, in the middle of the tornado, wind and earth spinning around us, is a tunnel through the dark clouds and straight to the sky.

I open my eyes to the chirping birds outside. Sunlight flows through my blinds; I blink tiredly, focusing my eyes to the light. I don't feel like getting up. I feel a soft breeze flow through my cracked window, sending a shiver down my spine. I expel a breath and sit up with a groan. Tottering down the stairs, I see the living room glowing orange with the dawn's sun. A blanket is folded on the coffee table; on top of it, a note is taped.

Dash,

I'm going out. I'll be back soon.

Dad

I put the paper down and leave the blanket on the table. I lumber to the kitchen and open the empty cabinet. There's nothing in the fridge, since it doesn't work anymore. I hast worked for ten years. I close the cabinet in disappointment and decide to talk a walk, since I don't have work on Saturdays.

Locking the door behind me, I glance up at the cloudless sky, squinting in the sun. I focus my attention on the ground before me. I sigh and walk on the path I always take: There's no other path here. Not a lot of ponies even live in this area.

I only look down. Maybe I do it unconsciously. I don't remember ever looking up while I walk. A glint catches the corner of my eye and I pause, not looking up. I see a drop of water hit the soil at my hoof, and I see another, followed by another, until the ground is nearly soaked with my tears of memory.

I cry silently, remembering the lightning, my expression not changing. I glance at the thing that caught my eye; tears run down my face. It was a piece of silver on a chain. It was buried in the grass, invisible unless the reflection caught the sunlight. My eyes widen in surprise. I haven't felt surprise in a while; nothing new ever happens.

I rush to the necklace, tripping. I scramble up. Collapsing in front of the shiny object, I lift it gently, my hooves trembling violently and my breath rapid and uneven. I press the wing-shaped charm to my chest, sobbing. I feel the cold metal on my skin, just as I had felt when Soarin clasped the chain around my neck, laughing. I finally found it, after five years. I finally found it.

Crawling to the nearest tree, I lean back against it, balling up and grasping the necklace. "I told you I don't like jewelry, Soarin," I whisper, as if I would wake the memories sleeping inside the silver.

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Walking back home with the necklace safely hidden, I abruptly stop, shocked.

In front of my house, I see policeponies gathered at the door, the backyard, inside the house: everywhere. A flashing array of red and blue illuminate the evening sky; the multiple voices of ponies flood the quiet air.

I walk up to the nearest police officer: "Sir, what's going on?"

The officer replies, "That's classified, ma'am."

"I live here; I want to know what's happened to my home. Where's my dad?"

The officer stiffens and replies hesitantly, "I-I'm sorry, ma'am. We found your father's body on the side of the road. Wound marks indicate suicide. We're here to investigate the house for possible reasons. May we take you in for interview?"

I stare at him, my expression unchanging and stoic, taking in the new information. I should be crying right about now. The only dad I've ever had, the only father that was there to welcome me home: Why do I not pity his death?

"Go to hell," I tell the officer, pushing to the sky.

I fly higher and higher, until I break through the clouds: There, I stop, looking around at the endless sea of orange clouds, colored by the sunset. My head stops pivoting, and points to gaze at the burning sun, glowing in the midst. I stare at the sun; I feel a soft breeze on my mane, reminding me of the morning before the day had begun.

There, tears fall again. Tears fall; they don't reach the ground, carried away by the wind into the land of nothingness. The tears, they dance solemnly in the air, glistening and shining in the spotlight. The tears, they wave goodbye and glide away into the sun. I don't wave back. I let the tears go. Here, tears fall. Here, tears are not of pity, not of sorrow; they are not of pain, nor of loss.

The tears that fall are lonely.

Comments

[Gamer guy 42]

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Wow, Nineveh. You touched my heart in more ways than one. First of all my parents divorced when I was two and even though its not as bad as what Dashie went through I can still remember the Christmas mornings of disappointments after the same terrible question'Where's daddy?' This forever made me resent my father when I realized he cheated on my mom. Eventually things got better when my mom married my step-father. The man who thought me to play DnD and how to ride a bike. So all I say is that from the lowest point in the world there is nowhere to go. But up.

[Nineveh]

4214632 That must've been more touching than my story

[Gamer guy 42]

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Thanks, really. Yes I may have a sad backstory but things are getting better. And really you mean that? I not a great writer or poet. Your more experienced, older and wiser than me. Your the Shakespeare to my Dr. Seuss. Just a few words I come up with is nothing compared to a complex storyline. But if it is good do you think I have a chance in a writing contest at school?

[Nineveh]

4214729 With a bit of touch-ups and refining, then yeah

[Gamer guy 42]

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Oh, Luna talking has stirred up some bad memories. Any who, thanks Ill try to win!! :mustache:

[Unbridled Dolly]

That's so beautifully depressing.

[MommaWolfie-X-]

the feels
amazing story I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT
keep up the good work
btw when is chapter 3 out

[Nineveh]

4667629 Yeah, about that... I am technically on hiatus, though the status may say otherwise.
I'm currently on a long vacation, so I'll not be able to write for a while. My most sincere apologies, Madame

[MommaWolfie-X-]

okie-dokie-lokie
and don't worrie I understand oh and have fun on your vacasion
keep up the awesome work
and rember keep smiling

[trainerli]

Omg I almost cried!!
This is awesome!!
When you write more ?

[Nineveh]

4860594 Well, I'm actually on the verge of retiring from the world of literature, as I've somehow moved on to the world of artistry. Though, I may dedicate some time to writing when I can :)

[Mares-a-Mares]

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Is literature not a form of art?

[whyyy]

OMG I Almost cried when it mentioned what happened to Soarin but when it mentioned the necklace, I broke. I literally had to stop reading for a sec because of how hard I was crying...scratch that, I meant "sobbing ". A story this real and that can get someone to cry must be a good story. WOW I'VE NEVER BEEN THAT SERIOUS FOR THAT LONG

[My Rainbow Dash]

Oh good lord. What description can do to a person’s emotions. That was hard to read.