Alone

by Pecan Pencil

Day 1

A damp feeling surrounded me- I was too frightened and scared to open my eyes. This wasn't Sweet Apple Acres, this can't be my home! I'll tell you that. I know a bad vibe when I feel it! I've been through so many bad situations it seems crystal clear to me. I knew at some point I have to open my eyes. I just pray that I'm being silly, subborn and nothings wrong. But the veracity is- I was right. I'm known for that being the element of honesty- well I'm not ALWAYS right but one thing I do know is I am not at home. I'm not even aware of where I lie. All I know is whatever it is, it's pretty hard but one thing I know for sure now is this isn't even a bed- it's a board larger than me with a sheet covering it.

My eyes wander around, expanding to seek for a flash or glimmer of light. If I could only get a lamp, or a flash light. I can only see the outlining of the objects, they are all different shades of grey. Some of them even just plain black. Yet, this is enough for me. When you work on a farm- sometimes you do until nightfall.

The room is furnished with novelty items including stuffed ursa heads, vases, clocks, and a coffee table. Seems a lot like a castle, but it isn't, every castle room has a window regardless. I must be in a fancy home of some sort, at least. I'd better go search for a way out, I don't see any windows so far, I'd better find one at least. Every home has to have a window. Maybe then I'll know exactly where I am, that's a gift I have, I can just seek out of a window and be able to process where I am.

I stick one hoof out, I slowly place my hoof down onto the cold floor, feels metal to me. Okay, other hoof- this time it's not floor I feel, it's a fur of some sort, I quickly recoil my hoof, a gasp escapes my lips. I bit my lip, summoning up a bit of courage I place both hooves back onto the floor. Both on the fur, I pull it up quickly with one eye open. It's only a coat, I may need that later. I curl it up around my neck, feeling it's warmth.

Both hooves back on the floor, a lot more caution now as I place my back hooves along with them. I take a glance to every corner, making sure nothing was amiss. I feel my heart jump as I stare into the dark doorway, leading into which I believe is the hallway. What could be in there? Calm yourself AppleJack! You've never been afraid of the dark and you never will be! Stiff up your lip! With my hooves shaking, I gallop to the doorway, rapidly turning my head in each direction. Luckily, yet unluckily, no pony in the hallway. I wanna leave- I wanna see my friends again, Rainbow, Fluttershy, Twi, Rarity, Pinkie... Even though I wasn't too long since I saw them, I really want to see them. I miss them when I'm in danger- despite the amount of time since I've last saw them.

I began to trot to the middle of the hallway, left is just dark, so I have no idea where it leads. Right leads to a set of stairs. I sit to think for a minute. At least I'll know I'm going to a pair of stairs if I go right, so right it is.

I led myself down the stairs, feeling colder, and colder by each step. I looked around, it was a complete mess. Objects scattered everywhere. I heard a hum echo from behind me, feeling startled, and galloped down the stairs at a fast pace looking behind me. I never expected something to be on the stairs as I tripped over a blunt object, tumbling violently downward, each thump I would hear a soft giggle but it became louder and continuous as I finally landed onto a rug at the bottom of the staircase. I lie there and breathed heavily as I was too spooked to even budge.

"No pony loves you..." The voice said from the bottom of the stairs, I didn't even look behind me long enough to see who it was. I sprinted to another room, crowded with junk, and one door at the end that seemed to fade slowly as I tried my hardest to move all the clutter that seemed to hold me back. I pushed the last piece of junk away and leaped the door, I expected to feel nice cool freedom, but instead I was too late. It had disappeared away and I was left with a gash on my forehead. I clawed at the wall, throwing bucks and punches at it.

I was too exhausted to talk, only small deep breaths came out of me as I lie on the floor with sweat dripping down my face.

A male voice began to laugh, "Sorry- you failed. That's strike one"
Strike? Strike? What did he mean? I felt myself be lifted into the air, and slammed against the rubble, cutting my legs on contact, "Stop!" I begged. Too frail at this point to do anything about it.

"I'll enjoy breaking your strong self into pieces. I will be amused."
One last slam to the hard floor before it faded into black, and I was exactly where I started. I know that voice from somewhere but I can't put my hoof on it! Something feels different- let's see, Rainbow, Twi, Rarity, Pinkie and- and... ummm.... It's on the tip of my tongue! I just know it! Okay let's go over it, there's a white one... a blue one... shoot I don't even know the colors of my friends! I know I have to have at least 5! Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I just have 4 friends, I don't even know. Okay, but what I do know is the stairs is off limits so long as I wanna live!

Yet, I don't exactly trust anywhere in this house anymore.

Comments

[Marokk]

An interesting premise for a story. Seems pretty good, some errors here and there.

"I was too frighten and scared..." This should be frightened.

"I just pray that I'm being silly and suborn..." Should be stubborn, I assume that's what you meant.

I'm glad to see a new story posted with a different idea. I hope you can make it into something really special and unique. Good luck.

Sincerely, Your friendly neighborhood brony guy A.K.A. Marokk.

[Pecan Pencil]

6044622 Thank you for notifying me about my errors and the support is really appreciated, Thank you.