What Happen?
I’m Sorry, I’m Broken, chapter 2, What happen?
“What the fuck just happen?! What the fuck just happen!?” It was all Vinyl could ask herself as she ran through the streets faster than she ever thought she could run. She dodged and weaved through the crowds gasping for air with every step. “Dame it! How much further!” she asked having already run two miles at as much of a sprint as she could muster, all while her mind replayed the event from moments ago, trying desperately to make sense of it all.
“Octavia!” The white mare ran for the window reaching for any part of her roommate she could grab hold of, she missed by less than an inch. As if by reflex, some protective instinct Vinyl did not know she had taken over, her horn flared with more magic than she had ever used before and wrapped Octavia in her spell. The mare was heavy, easily three times heavier then what Vinyl used to lifting, but it didn’t matter. Leaning out the window keeping her eyes on the musician, Vinyl pulled desperately, defying gravity, even as it threatened to take her down with it. Alas, she was not strong enough to stop the fall, all Vinyl could do was slow the decent, which still ended with a prominent thud on the blush grass that was now slightly indented with the shape of a young mare.
With the impact came the screams of other students, all of them rushing to the fallen mare but stopping just before her. Vinyl’s vision was blurred and her head light as she stammered on her feet to the door rushing past the many students that still stood at the door and even had come into the room filming everything. “What just happen, why did she do that?!” The white mare all but jumped down the stairs even pushing past someone on the second floor. “Was it the cello?! It was just a joke; I didn’t mean to break it! I was just about to stop too!” She slammed her way through the door stopping for just a moment to get her bearings. Vinyl spotted the crowd that had surrounded Octavia, some on their phones, “they better be calling an ambulance!” thought the mare as she ran over.
Vinyl pushed her way through the crowd shoving over at least four other students until she was stopped and held in place by a much larger stallion. “Hey, get off of me you fucking ass whole, that’s my roommate!”
“Please stay back, we can’t let anyone move her!” the stallion said sternly pushing the white mare back and holding her by her shoulders. She was ready to retaliate and bust some heads, her fists clenched with a fire in her eyes. This was extinguished in less than a second when she noticed the stallion was wearing medical scrubs.
“Pre-meds?” The phrase struck the mare like a speeding car giving her a small, very small sense of relief. Five medical students had surrounded the gray mare looking over her unconscious body for injuries, while four others kept the crowd at bay.
It didn’t take long for the ambulance to show up, along with the police, they questioned Vinyl and the other students, writing down what they had witnessed. The pre-medical students made sure to give the EMT’s every scrap of information they could bring together about Octavia’s injuries before letting them load her into the vehicle, which Vinyl ran to get in, wanting to be with her roommate. Not being Family, Vinyl was not allowed to ride with Octavia, so she ran, to the other end of town to the local hospital. The memory played back in her head, over and over, looking at every moment, to Vinyl, it didn’t make any sense.
Vinyl Crashed through the automatic doors of the hospital lobby causing then to swing open on an emergency hinge that was installed. She was in a panic and was not going to wait for “slow ass doors” to open. She scanned the lobby through her violet shades for the front desk ignoring the many eyes of ponies waiting to be seen that had witnessed her dramatic entrance. “Octavia Philharmonica! Where is she!?” Vinyl shouted slamming her hands on the counter nearly scaring the nurse out of her seat.
“W-Who?” The nurse asked in a shaky voice as her hand reached for the phone, wondering if she should call security.
“Octavia Philharmonic!” Vinyl shouted again, “Gray mare, she’s in her twenties, black mane! She was just brought her after she fell out a window!”
“Oh!” The nurse said finally realizing that the frantic white mare was looking for a patient. “Just a second…” Vinyl’s eye twitched as she waited what felt like forever for the nurse mare to find Octavia’s room. “Third floor at the end of the hall on the left, room three oh one.”
Again Vinyl was off, sprinting through the hall and catching the elevator just as it closed. “Ok, calm down Vinyl,” The mare told herself finally taking a moment to breathe. “You slowed her fall as much as you could, she still hit pretty hard, but I’m sure she’s just fine.” The first ding of the elevator rang as she passed the second floor. “But what if she broke her arm? She can’t play her cello, what will she do about school?!” Vinyl panicked at the thought as more and more horrible thought crept into her mind. “What if she has brain damage, will she even know how to play anymore! Celestia damn it, Octavia! What the hell made you do that!?” The second ding rang and the doors to the elevator opened, as soon as there was enough room Vinyl slipped through the doors having never been so grateful to be so skinny and flat chested. Back in a full panic she ran to the end of the hall and found two mares that she knew would be there. One cream colored mare with a pink and blue mane crying relentlessly into her hands, the other, a mint green mare fighting back her own fountain of tears trying holding her marefriend close, desperately trying to appear stronger than she really was.
“What happen…” Vinyl asked gasping between breaths. The two mares looked up at her and for a moment looked only in confusion. “Is she… Is she OK?”
“You…” The green mare hiss, the word hitting Vinyl like a dagger covered in acid. “What did you!...” Lyra was cut off as her marefriend leapt to her feet. Vinyl didn’t know what to expect when she got to the hospital when she saw Octavia, her friends or the doctors. Of everything she could have thought of, she would have never expected this. Bon-bon, the kindest mare anyone could ever meet, jumped to her feet and slammed her fist clear across the white mare's face. “What the fuck?” Lyra whispered under her breath, questioning if she had really just seen her marefriend take a shot at Vinyl.
“You…” Bon-bon uttered, her face covered in tears trembling with rage, “You stupid bitch!” she shouted taking another swing at the white mare, this time knocking her to the ground. The weight of Bon-Bon’s fist was immense, a true testament to earth pony strength. The cream colored mare was in no way a body builder, but Vinyl could practically feel her jaw crack under the weight of the second blow. “I’ll kill you, you blue-haired bitch!”
“Bon-bon, stop!” Lyra grabbed her marefrined from behind struggling to hold her back, having never seen Bon-bon so enraged; she was actually scared that the cream colored mare would really kill Vinyl.
“Let me go, she’s dead, I’m going to kill her!” Bon-bon struggled to move, but Lyra was holding her with everything she had, even using magic to levitate Bon-bon’s front foot, stopping her from even taking one step. “We should have gotten another place, we should have snuck her over to our place, and we should have gotten her out of the same room as this heartless bitch!” The tears flowed relentlessly as she shouted in the halls, repeating to her marefrined everything she had been saying for months, to get Octavia moved out of the dorm rooms. “You!” she said addressing Vinyl, still laying on the floor in shock, just watching the crazy mare struggle to attack again. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?! do you even know what that cello meant to her, It’s all she has left of her grandmother!” The words cut Vinyl deep, piercing her to the core, striking a part of her she thought long dead. “But you never thought of that did you?!” Bon-bon continued, “I all you fucking care about is pulling your stupid pranks and making her life miserable, you abusive blue haired butch. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t throw you out the window!”
Bon-bon kept yelling, but Vinyl couldn’t hear her anymore, one word caught her attention more than anything else. “Abusive?” She thought to herself, even her voice in her head spoke with a shaky tone. “No, I couldn’t have been… it was just teasing… she never cried, never fought back. Yeah, she tried to prank me back a few times but, I was never that bad, I just had to show her who's boss and… No…” Tears began to fall from Vinyl’s eyes as they grow wide behind her sunglasses, practically re-watching all the horrible ways she abused and tormented her roommate. She lost count of how many times Octavia's eyes began to grow red as she stormed out of the room, a clear sign that she was about to cry. “How did I miss that?” Vinyl thought, “All this time,” Vinyl looked at herself in her memory, watching herself spike Octavia’s Orange juice with hot sauce, set her music sheets on fire on her desk, and throw her clothes out the window. “I’m… I’m no better than… Oh, Celestia… what have I been doing to that mare!”
“Is- is there a problem out here?” Asked a tan stallion walking out of Octavia’s room wearing a lab coat and holding a clipboard.
“Doctor!” Bon-bon and lyre addressed him in unison.
The cream mare ran over to the doctor, Lyra having finally loosened her grip, “Is she OK? How bad is it? Please tell me her arms are OK.”
The doctor braces himself fearful of the small mare for some reason, “yes she’s just fine,” he managed to spit out. “He left arm is sprained and she has a concussion but she will be just fine and free to leave in a few days.”
“What do you mean a few days?” Lyra asked, “She should be OK to go home, right? We know her family, they would be just fine with her coming home with us, I’ll even call them right now.” Lyra took out her phone and started dialing the number only to see a tan hand rise signaling her to stop.
“Yes, I was informed that the two of you are to be treated as family,” The stallion said, “However Octavia’s parents have requested that she remain here at the hospital for psychological care and evaluation. Until she is cleared to leave by their family’s psychiatrist, she will remain in our care here, but the two of you have been cleared to visit her whenever you like, she actually asked for you when she woke up.”
“She’s awake?!” Bon-bon asked grabbing the doctor's coat, “Why didn’t you say so?!” Bon-bon was in the room before the doctor could react, and joined her a moment after, sighing.
Lyra lingered in the hall for a moment, “I swear, if she acted like that for any other mare I might just be greener with envy.” Slowly, she turned away from the door and looked to the white mare, still sitting on the ground. “You don’t even know do you?” Lyra asked, her words like venom, “how much that cello actually meant to her.” Lyra took a few steps toward the mare to stand over her and then knelt down to glare at her at the same eye level. “That cello was passed down in her family for the past five generations; it has a special spell on it to keep it preserved. The last one to have it in her family was her grandmother because her mom was more into business and always busy. Octavia spent most of her childhood with her grandma, and do you know what her favorite thing to do was? To just sit back, and listen to grandma play her cello.” Vinyl just sat there and listened to the sweet story, unable to speak, slowly understanding just how important the cello really was. “And then grandma got cancer…” Vinyl could not describe what she felt after hearing those words, but she compared it to the sound of cracking a mirror. “Octavia had to sit and watch her grandmother die for seven months, around the end, she couldn’t even play the cello anymore, but she asked for it one last time in her last week so that she could be the one to pass it down to Octavia.” With every word, the mirror in Vinyl’s mind kept cracking, little by little. “Do you understand now Vinyl? She got that cello from her grandmother, while the mare was on her death bed. After that, Octavia spent three weeks practicing until her fingers bled so that she could play her grandmother favorite song, at her funeral.”
That was it, the sound of glass breaking echoed in Vinyl’s mind, the cello was the most important thing in Octavia’s life, and she had broken it. It was not a matter of, if it can be fixed or not, it was broken, and she was to blame. Lyra said nothing as she stood up and left, walking into the hospital room without looking back. For a brief moment, the sound of the other mare crying could be heard as the door swung shut. “It’s just like before…” Vinyl said to herself as her body moved without her command, “I’m no better than…” Vinyl didn’t finish her thought as her feet dragged her away, back into the elevator and through the lobby.
“Oh, miss?” The nurse called to the white mare as she walked by. “Did you find your friend? Her papers say she took quite a nasty fall.” Vinyl said nothing as she kept walking, leaving the hospital.
Vinyl wondered around the city for hours, aimlessly, her mind blank. She didn’t want to think, she couldn’t think, every thought she had nearly brought her to tears again in the street. She walked with her head down only stopping at crosswalks, not even watching to see if she would run into anyone else, eventually, she did run into an opening door. It only tapped her, but it was enough to knock the white mare out of her trance. She looked around getting her bearings, it was sundown, and she was in downtown, not too far from the university. “Wait… this is…” Vinyl looked up at the bright neon lights reading Echo, “My old bar.” Vinyl thought to herself as she remembered the sight of the bright lights, the dull sound of dubstep and techno humming through the walls. She held her ear close to it, letting the golden sound resonate through her. “How long has it been?” she thought to herself.
“Excuse me?” a voice called, causing Vinyl to jump for a moment, “you know you can go in if you’d like, I’ll just need to see some ID.” The stallion at the door was a deep jet black with a silver mane and yellow eyes. He towered over everyone that came to the door, clearly the bouncer.
“He’s new…” Vinyl thought as she took out her wallet and showed it to the stallion, who waved her in. Vinyl walked through the small hallway that led to the inside as the memory of her first time there played through her head. The music back then was too loud, even for her, but now, it was like a breath of fresh air. The sound of dubstep echoed through her entire form, making her fingers twitch as every step she took synchronized with the beat. The lights flashed and danced around the room moving seemingly at random, the same lights that taught her to wear sunglasses inside. Ponies danced everywhere, at the tables, on the dance floor, on the second floor that overlooked it, and on smaller stages that popped up everywhere in the building.
Vinyl slipped her way past the crowd to the bar, “What can I get you sweetie?!” a young mare shouted over the music. The white mare said nothing and instead reflexively preformed a hand gestor that somehow told the bar mare her order, it was common to do so for regulars to avoid shouting over the music. The bar-mare winked and made Vinyl her drink, she sipped it slowly at first, but as soon as no one at the bar was looking, she downed it in one gulp and asked for another from a different bartender. Only three hours later and vinyl had already lost count of how many drinks she had, the events of the day had been washed away in a drunken haze that she was all too happy to fuel. Before she knew it, the white mare was tapping her feet, swaying her hips, and bobbing her head to the music. She didn’t want to dance, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to leave her spot at the bar, but every moment she stood still felt wrong and she started moving.
“Well, who do we have here?!” Called a young stallion, “what’s your name beautiful?!” The stallion asked barely audible over the music.
Vinyl refused to talk over the booming base, but she turned to the stallion and mouthed something along the lines of, “Go fuck yourself…”
“Wait, don’t I know you!?” Vinyl rolled her eyes behind her glasses, “Yeah, you use to DJ here!” the words only barely reached the mare as she stopped herself from doing a spit take. “Yeah, what was your name again?” He didn’t have a chance to remember as Vinyl quickly left the money for her bill under her drink and left, the stallion tried to follow but she lost him on the dance floor.
Vinyl stumbled around as she found her way back to the university, taking all the time in the world to climb up the stairs, and just as long trying to unlock her door that must have been closed by another student since she didn’t take the time to do so when she left. The first thing she saw when she opened the door, was the broken cello, the slight breeze from the door causing the broken strings to sway. Vinyl stood there for a long time at the door, just looking at the interment, “It was passed down to her, by her grandmother,” Lyre’s voice reminded her, replaying in her head. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like she was being buried alive, “No less than I deserve…” She whispered to herself. She stumbled around her dorm as she finally walked in; at the corner of her eye, she spotted an orange pill bottle in Octavia’s room. Distracted by the bottle Vinyl fell over, she decided it was best to crawl around instead of walk and did so to Octavia’s room. At the base of her desk, the white mare reached up and grabbed the bottle, taking a good long while for the text on the label to become legible through her drunken haze. “Sleeping pills?” Vinyl said, finally able to read them after the room started spinning a little slower. She popped off the cap and shook a few pills into her hand; taking them in her mouth she forced them down her throat with a heavy gulp before letting her body collapse. Be it from the pills, the drinking, or the long, emotional day, Vinyl was exhausted and let the bottle roll off her hand and under the bed. She rolled onto her side and used her arm as a pillow, fully intending to sleep to the foot of Octavia’s bed. The last think she saw through her blurred vision, was a part of the pill bottle label, “WARNING, DO NOT TAKE WITH ALCHOHOL.”
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Will there be another chapter
7404881 As far as i have planned there will be plenty more to come, i hope to stick to my schedule and have the next chapter up this Friday