I'm Always Here For You
I just wanted to get home. At least there, I’d have some peace. Peace and solitude from this intimidating world. My last class for the day was finished, and I quickly headed back to my room.
I turned the lock and opened the door. On the other side, lying on my bed, was the only presence that makes me smile.
“Jake! You’re back!” a familiar cream-colored pegasus said with a smile on her face.
“Hey, Fluttershy.” I walked up and stroked her soft mane, making her beam.
“Happy birthday!”
I managed a small smile. “Thanks. You’re the only one to remember.”
“Aw, did nobody wish you a happy birthday?”
“Nope. Not even a hint. I guess I should’ve expected that though. It’s not like anyone knows, or even cares.”
“Well, did you at least have a good day today?”
I sighed as I laid on my bed. “Not really. In fact, it hasn’t been the best day at all.”
“Oh no! Did somepony hurt you? What happened?”
I didn’t want to tell her. I never wanted to tell anyone. I had no injuries, and nothing was totally out of the ordinary. I had no reason to feel the way I felt, yet I still felt pain. There was a fracture in my heart that never went away, yet I didn’t want to sound like I was whining.
“Jake, please talk to me. I want to help you.”
I sighed. Fluttershy would always lend a sympathetic ear. I decided to give in. Besides, it was Fluttershy. I’d do anything for her.
“Fluttershy… I just feel so… alone.”
“Alone? Why is that?”
“It’s just… I want to talk to people, but I don’t know how. Every time I try, I just choke, and they look at me like I'm some kind of weirdo. I… I guess I’m just scared…”
“Is it because of your autism?”
“I don’t know. It could be. It’s just… oh never mind.”
“What?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Please, Jake. You can tell me anything.”
I sighed as I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I tried to fight them, wanting to look strong for Fluttershy, but it was growing difficult.
"Jake, I'm here for you. I want to help you. Please, what's on your mind?"
I looked to my side, and saw Fluttershy looking back with worried expression. Great, I was making her sad too. I couldn’t bear to do that, and I couldn’t say no to those gorgeous teal eyes. I gave in, taking a deep breath.
“I ruined everything with her.”
“What?”
“This girl I liked. She was one of my friends, and I scared her off. I ruined what we had. I can never forgive myself for what I did to our friendship.”
“Jake, what do you mean? What are you talking about?”
“Fluttershy, have I told you about the biggest mistake of my life?”
“I don’t think so.”
I bit my lip, and looked down at the ground. “So, a couple years ago, there was this girl. When I first met her, I thought she was gorgeous. Long, flowing red hair, big brown eyes, an adorable laugh, and a smile bright enough to illuminate the night. I had such a huge crush on her, and we actually became really good friends. I was completely smitten. I would’ve done anything for her. She was everything I wanted to be and more. She was my best friend. She was the greatest friend I ever had in my life.”
“Aww! That’s sweet!”
“Well… then she went off to college. I was still in high school. It was so painful to watch her go, but something in the back of my head told me we could still be together, even though she lived three hours away. I wanted her so badly, and I was willing to do anything to make that happen. I just started texting her constantly. Every day. It was fine for a while, but then my feelings got too big to be contained any longer. I had to tell her. I didn’t know what I wanted from her afterwards but… I just had to tell her. I was in love, and I had to let these burdening feelings go. But… being as awkward as I am, I just sent her a really long text message. I poured my heart into it, telling her just how I felt, from the moment I first saw her to now. It was the biggest mistake of my life, because that little text message destroyed everything we had.”
“Oh no! What happened next?”
“Well, she never responded. I was waiting on her hand and foot, but she never responded. My stupid brain assumed she didn’t get the message, so you know what I did next?”
“What?”
“I sent another love message. And not the same message copy-pasted, I wrote an entire other message.”
“Really? Oh no…”
“Yeah. And again, I got no response. Days went by. Days turned into weeks, and I was still texting her. I figured she was busy and didn’t have time to read my messages. I kept sending her messages as if she was my long-distance girlfriend, even though she never responded to any of them. But then one day… one of her friends came up to me… and she had a message from my crush. Her friend told me that my crush got all my messages, and didn’t know how to respond to any of them. I had overwhelmed her with my feelings. She went to one of her friends for help because she didn’t know how to respond to me without breaking my heart. My crush was scared… of me…” I allowed a tear to fall, but I blocked the others. I couldn’t cry in front of Fluttershy.
“Oh my goodness. What happened after that?”
“I was devastated. I never meant to scare her… I just wanted to tell her I love her. I wanted to express the feelings I had kept bottled up for months. I wanted to let her know how much I cared about her. But you’d think I’d stop messaging her after I heard all of this, right? Well, instead I kept texting her. But this time, I didn’t send love messages, I sent messages apologizing. I said I’m sorry for everything, and I hope you can forgive me for being such an asshole.”
“Jake! That’s such a bad word!”
“But it’s exactly what I was! Even after all of that, I still wasn’t getting the hint that she didn’t like me. I messaged her over and over again, praying for some response. Anything to let me know my best friend was still there for me. A sign that I didn’t ruin everything. Weeks went by… and she was still silent. My best friend was gone. I lost her. I scared her off, and there was no getting her back.”
“Oh my gosh… that’s awful.”
“I just stopped after a while. I finally got the hint that she didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. And that was it. I ruined the greatest friendship I’ve ever had. I broke it beyond repair.” I held myself in my arms as more tears fell from my face. “Fluttershy, why am I such a loser?”
“Jake, you’re not a loser.”
“Fluttershy, think about the story I just told you. How would you describe me in that story? And this isn’t the only time this has happened. I scared off plenty of girls in high school, just because I had small crushes on them, and came on a little too strong. I don’t know how to talk to people, let alone pretty girls. I was the school creep. The school loser. Why? Why am I such a loser?!” I snapped, slapping myself in the face.
“Jake! Stop! Don’t you dare slap yourself!”
“I deserve to get slapped, Fluttershy!” I snapped again. “It’s all a loser like me deserves.”
“Jake, please stop. How can you say such awful things? You’re anything but a loser.”
I sighed as my emotions cooled down. “I… I just want to know what it’s like.”
“What it’s like to what?”
“To… to have a girlfriend. To love someone. People tell me that it’s not the most important thing in the world, but… I can’t help it. I want to know what it’s like to have a girl all to myself. I want to know what it’s like to be loved. I want to be able to love her. I want to shower her with affection, and treat her like a princess. I want to mean something to someone else. I want to let her know every day how much I love her, and know she’ll never leave me. I want to know what love feels like. But… I guess it’s not meant to be. I mean… what kind of girl could ever like me?”
“Don’t say that, Jake. I’m sure lots of girls out there would love you!”
“Fluttershy, look at me. I’m not strong. I’m not funny. I’m not handsome. I’m just… average. Mediocre. I’m boring, and lazy. Inadequate. Unmanly. In school, people always picked on me because I was weak and awkward. I had a crush on this girl, and her friends teased me about it all the time, making me believe that she actually like me back. I didn’t find out it was all a big lie until two years later. People have always taken advantage of my awkwardness; teasing me, calling me names, criticizing everything I do. I act like I don’t care on the outside, but on the inside, it cuts through me like a knife. I… oh never mind. I’m just being stupid with all these petty problems…”
“Stop, Jake. Your problems aren’t petty. I care about you. Your feelings matter to me. You’re a great pony, Jake, you really are. You deserve to be happy!”
“No I don’t, Fluttershy. I deserve everything I’ve gotten. I’m the kind of guy who cries himself to sleep every night because he feels so lonely. I'm weak and pathetic. I've got nothing to offer. I deserve everything that’s happened to me. It’s been going on for far too long for me to believe anything else.”
“Jake, it’s true! Everypony deserves happiness, especially you. People just don’t know how sensitive you are. You’re a good pony, Jake. How can you not see that?”
I took a deep breath. Was she right? Did I deserve to be happy?
"I only wish you could see yourself through my eyes. Then you would see how wonderful you are, Jake."
I looked over, and saw worry in Fluttershy’s eyes, but her words were so comforting. Could it be true? Was I a good person? I reached over, and pet her soft, silky mane.
“Why can’t I find a girl like you, Fluttershy?”
“Aww, you’re too sweet.”
I smiled as I stroked her mane. I always loved giving her affection. The way she nuzzled my hand was just too adorable.
I sighed as I felt a pain clench in my heart.
“Even if I do meet her, I’ll probably scare her away like all the others. Heck, maybe it’s already too late.”
“Don’t say that, Jake.”
“It’s true. I’m just going to scare off every girl I meet. I’m not meant to find love. I don’t even think I’m worthy enough to have friends. I think it’s best for the world if I just stay alone.”
“But Jake, I’m always here for you. Don’t you believe that?”
I sighed, looking down at the ground.
“Fluttershy, can you do me a favor?”
“What is it, Jake?”
“Fluttershy… can I just… hold you?”
“Of course you can, Jake. I'd love that.”
I managed a small smile as I reached to my side. I pulled the mare into my arms, holding her close and giving her a light squeeze. She was always so warm and soft.
“Fluttershy?”
“Yes?”
“Can you promise me something?”
“Promise what?”
“Promise me that… no matter what… you won’t leave me. Can you just… say you’ll never abandon me?”
“I would never leave you, Jake. I’ll always be here for you.”
“Fluttershy… please… I… I want you to promise me…”
“…What? But… I just did…”
“Just… talk to me, Fluttershy… Say you’ll never leave me…”
“Jake, I don’t understand. I’m always talking to you…”
“My“My life would be so much better if… if… if you stayed with me… Don't go… Please…”
“Jake, I’m always here. I will never leave you.”
“Please, Fluttershy… don’t leave me…”
I squeezed my pillow in my arms as my tears soaked the fabric. I squeezed it tight, as it was the only thing I could hold.
“Please, Fluttershy… don’t go…”
The room fell frigid. Nothing spoke. The silence set in, and I allowed the waves of tears to escape my eyes, soaking the pillow in my arms. I gently brushed the top, as if it had hair, or rather a mane. She’s always there for me, yet she’s never there. She’ll always listen to me, yet there exist no ears for hearing. Her smile brightens my day, yet there’s no smile to be seen.
She’s always here, and yet I’m still alone.
I sat up on my bed, cradling my pillow. I can still see her. My tears dotted the fabric as I gripped the pillow.
“Why? Why am I such a loser?” I said, delivering a slap to my face.
“Why am I so lame?” I said, slapping myself again, this time harder. My volume steadily increased as my frustrations surfaced.
“Because you’re a loser.”
*slap*
“And you’ll always be a loser.”
*slap*
“Why did you keep going for her? Why did you have to scare her?”
*slap*
“She’s the greatest friend you ever had, and you ruined it!”
*slap*
“Why did you persist?! Why did you have to ruin everything?!”
*slap*
“She never liked you! How could you not see that!?”
*slap*
“Why do you have to be such a creep?! Why do you have to scare every single fucking girl you meet?”
*slap*
“You never learn?! You never fucking learn?! You scared off all your friends.”
*slap* *slap*
“Why can’t you do anything right? Why do you always have to fuck things up?!”
*slap* *slap* *slap*
“You’re a burden. That’s what you are. You’re nothing but a big fucking burden to the whole world.”
*slap*
“You don’t belong here. You’re just a big mistake.”
*slap*
“You’re a loser, and you don’t deserve a girl. You don’t deserve to be loved. You don’t deserve ANYTHING!!!”
*slap* *slap* *slap* *slap* *SLAP*
My body tremored with raging emotions, my hand shook, and my cheek raged with pain. Tears streamed down from my face, stinging my raw, reddened cheek. I sat motionless, breathing hard, allowing my feelings to die down.
All I wanted for my birthday was comfort. I wanted nothing more than for someone to hold me, and tell me everything was going to be alright.
Jake, I’m here for you. I want to help you.
Her words echoed through my head once again. Though in a way, her words were always in my head.
I reached for my pillow, squeezing it tightly in my arms once again, just to have something to hold onto.
I squeezed my pillow, allowing the tears to fall once again. Maybe it’s meant to be this way. I’m not meant to have a companion. Nobody could ever love a loser like me.
For my birthday, I would want nothing more than to feel loved. To feel comforted. But maybe that’s too much to ask. I’m a burden to everyone around me. Sometimes, I can’t help but think I’m even a burden to Fluttershy. She can’t really like me. It’s just pity.
I care about you, Jake. Your feelings matter to me.
Pity is the only kind of love a loser like me deserves.
Besides, what would a girl think if they saw me holding a pillow while crying and talking to myself?
Am I insane?
At least my pillow would never leave me. I squeezed it in my arms as my tears soaked the fabric again.
But Jake, I’m always here for you. Don’t you believe that?
“I wish I could, Fluttershy. I wish I could…”
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So much wangsting...
It actually wasn't poor or selfish. If you needed to write this to help get out of depression, then there's nothing wrong with that. You have my best wishes, especially since depression sucks worse than Trump.
Also, is Jake your real name? You don't have to answer that if you don't want to. Everyone deserves their own privacy.
Such a depressing but heartwarming story. No words can describe how beautifully well written this was. I don't know how you do it, but I simply adore everything you write.
7119293 Well, sorry for wasting your time. I have to help my depression somehow
7119475 So instead of going to family, friends, hotlines, professionals at your school, or a professional removed from said places, you go to a writing website that utilizes a rating system?
7119573 When you're all alone in college, and have no money to afford professionals, yes
7119475 I am very sorry for your depression. But, and I know I may have just recently subscribed to you, if you've got some problems, its alright to tell people. If you're having depression, I'll listen.
wow this is like my life every day minus the slapping but still pretty damn close
7119632 Thanks for your concern. I have depression spells occasionally, and it's no fun.
7119833 I know how you feel. I've got problems like that. In fact, some of the things I've written for my fic Secret of the Toxicity is actually a bit of an outlet for some of my anger. And depression
This was pretty good. A bit depressing, though.
I don't know what to say except that you did a good job on the story.
Fight through that depression, boi! You'll overcome it, boi!
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Things I have in commen with this guy;
Autistic
Talks to self
Has trouble talking to people
Weirds people out
Wishes he had someone
Has self pitty (sometimes)
Crys
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Nice story.
7119919 I do have autism, and it's hard for me to reach out to people, especially professionals whom I don't know.
7120224 Glad you liked it
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Happened to me too. I was good friends with a couple of girls, but got a crush on them and... Friendships got destroyed.
7120262 Man can I relate to that. It hurts. I don't think I've ever been more hurt in my life. People didn't understand why I was upset though. It wasn't because she didn't like me back, it's because I lost my best friend. That hurt more than anything
7119606 I see. So this is all just a rehash of LightningSword's behavior, hugbox included. I'll just pretend I never came here.
7120449 im sorry to hear that here have a hug *hugs*
Do you, uh. . . Wanna talk about it? I am by no means qualified, and I see you are venting in other ways, but still. . .
Aww, I'm so sorry you feel so bad. But, nice, sad story. Although in the begining I believe you switched from present to past tense a few times.
I hope you're okay now
Bro... I know these feels...
*squee* saw this on the popular list!
Deep and adorable in a way. Keep up the good work!
Great story! I loved the way you gave the words expression to make the story feel sad.
Have a like!
Woah...
I'm so sorry.
I'm about to turn 59 and just last year found out that I'm a textbook case of Asperger's--a condition that wasn't even recognized until 1981, when I was 23 or 24 years old and I'd already physically grown up. But emotionally, I have never grown up and never will. Just imagine being my age and never having had a girlfriend! (I also once scared a girl off, though it was in college.)
In 1986 CBS showed a "Hallmark Hall of Fame" movie entitled "The Promise," starring James Garner and James Woods. Woods played a character with schizophrenia. At one point in the film he tells his brother (played by Garner) a long list of things he'll never do (one of them is "make love to a woman") and says that's why he's a Hindu, because he simply cannot accept that this is all life has for him. Although I don't share his religious beliefs I share the experience, and I suppose there are quite a few of us in the same boat, though we are all withdrawn and solitary and no one knows about us.
One of the biggest disappointments I've had with the brony community is that it has this self-image that it's so different from the rest of the world, so accepting and welcoming and friendly. I've seen the testimonies by people who claim it has changed their lives. But I've found bronies to be just as cruel and just as intolerant of people who are different in ways they don't understand as anyone else. I've even been bawled out online by bronies. It may be an unusual fandom by some standards, but the idea that it's some sort of utopia is a hideous and cruel lie.
I'm glad you're feeling better. I'm so sorry for the lives that have been dealt to people like us, and for the "tolerant" people who still can't be bothered to be our friends.
PS: I wish the Ponies were real too. Sorry if that's creepy, but it's true.
LOL, oh man, okay, look.
Women... are like sand. The more frantically you try to hold onto them, the faster they slip through your fingers. But the moment you realize that they're not the point of your life, and you really feel that realization, they're all up in your asscrack and you can't get rid of them.
LMAO, yes, women are sand. Channel the Anakin!
Sorry for comparing women to sand, anyone who's feeling offended by this post. But this brony needed to hear it.
7230499 Thank you so much!
7173615 Fixed
Nice story! You obviously conveyed that Jake is a sensitive pony, in a really good and really heartfelt way. Or is it a pony? Because Jake's backstory mentions text messages. Not to mention, You say Fluttershy muzzled Jake's HAND, even though Jake is a pony. One last thing I picked up is that Jake slaps himself when feeling stress. Firstly, it's kind of impossible to "slap" with a hoof (or hand?), Second, people do worse self harm under stress, such as punching their head, banging their head, and even cutting themselves on the arm, bleeding. You'd think that under this kind of depression, Jake would be a little harsher to himself than just "slapping."
Yes, I understand that this was made while you were depressed yourself , and I've even experienced that too. Depression freaking sucks. But I mean, there's a Mature rating on Fimfiction.net. I think harsher self harm would have made his depression more realistic and relatable. Other than that, anything else I'd be able to point out would be nitpicking.
Nice job, I could easily relate to Jake here! (except the slapping)
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Jake is a human.
He just imagined that Fluttershy was there, when in reality... she doesn't exist.
Dang. This.. this hits home on a few levels.
I've done this kind of self-abuse before. Self-hate is a very real thing, and I know just how it feels. I've hit myself until I burst blood vessels around my eyes, making it obvious for days until the crimson patches of skin cleared up. I still have the pictures, as a reminder.
I've also gone so far as to cut myself before. But not just cutting... I carved words into my skin.
FAILURE FREAK
IDIOT
It's on the back of my left forearm, still there in white scars. There's also three letters, WOR, the start of WORTHLESS, but I didn't finish it because I had to leave. When I came back, I didn't feel like I needed to cut again, because I'd talked to my amazing, sweet girl, and she'd helped me. Talked to me about it.
I know what it feels like. I'm autistic, too. I hate so many parts of myself... So many...
*takes a breath, lets it out* But, I'm getting better. More or less.
Sorry, I... I kinda got carried away there, a bit.
Very nice fic. I can relate to the feelings in here a lot. I'm sorry you feel like this, I wish you the best. I'm here if you ever, ever need someone to talk to. Despite my sad comment, I'm always there to help cheer people up.
7296576 .....That's messed up. But still, good story.
7299474
Uh, thanks. Glad to know my story is messed up
(I totally agree with you, though.)
7299477 I was saying that about how the main character imagines Fluttershy. It does make for an interesting mind exploration.
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it was sarcasm, sorry 
yeah, I know
7320127 Okay lol
holy fu- that was... raw... and powerful, it's like... if Fallout didn't have any humor components, no juxtaposition, that was fucking powerful, I enjoyed this story... well, not ENJOYED but... oh, you know what I mean, kudos!
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Well well well, do we have here? I myself have Asperger's Syndrome. I have slapped myself occasionally, but not in the kind of way that this story says. I do it to wake myself up sometimes. Anyways.
What if I told you that there's a thing that keeps me alive, and I think it will help you guys too. I've got most of Jake's problems, but there's one thing that keeps me going.
Insanity. Complete and utter insanity.
I'm the kind of guy who thanks others for calling me weird. I use fictional methods to focus myself. I dropped out of High School and did the GED a month later. I even put a guy in a chokehold (and got suspended for that).
Point is, your different brain is different. Embrace that. I did. Next thing you know, the voice in your head that keeps on talking you down tells you how to live life. And more voices come into your head. They all constantly talk with each other, and agree on most things. That's my head every day. It helps out a lot.
7707454 I do that slap thing to wake myself up too! Thanks for the words but going insane scares me. I just wish I has someone who loves me and I love them. So I don't get lonely.
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For me, I found out that I was insane. It was kinda scary, but began to feel kinda good when this big hispanic kid walked up to me and said that he feared me (though it probably helps that I'm a broad 6'3" dude). And I feel you too with the loneliness. For a while, I felt a hole. Now, I feel something eating me alive. For the looks factor, I say that I'm a neckbearded weirdo; but something's telling me that if I actually lift weights, I might end up looking like Blazkowicz. But for the most part, all it really takes to get a girl is to ask. It's all a matter of confidence and self-esteem. I got a tiny shred of confidence and no self-esteem. It sucks. But, most guys are more than what they think they are. I love to thing down on myself, but I'm actually a somewhat well accomplished Eagle Scout. That is no easy task. If it's thing that can dominate low self-esteem and confidence, it's having balls. I say to grow a pair, I am not being rude. I'm saying that that's what it takes to truly be a man. Not owning a truck, having big muscles, never drinking from Starbucks, being insanely stupid things; none of that noise. All it takes to be a man is to have balls. Unless if you are a lady. Then I would still recommend the same words, but I can't we word it for the female gender...
And, there's my social problems coming back. Sorry for droning on. But still! Only takes having balls to be a man. Remember that.
7708096 I am a dude. I am 6 foot 2 inches. I have low self esteem, but I am very friendly.
Thanks for your words.
It was nice to talk to you.
7707454
That's what everyone says, but it doesn't really help a lot. It's all well and good if your difference doesn't interfere with making a living and having a basically normal life. But when you're so different that you can't even provide for yourself and you can see inevitable tragedy zooming toward you at the speed of a Japanese bullet train, it's quite a different story.
Still, I'm glad you have learned to cope.
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It was nice talking to you too!
So I made a reading of this.
Is that okay? I mean, it is my first reading, so if I make a few mistakes, I'm open for criticism.
Edit: Don't watch this. My mic wasn't up to par, the sound mixing is awful, and I didn't really convey expression that well, or keep the viewer interested in any way. I might redo this.
I can relate to this.
Almost every night, I jus cry into my pillow and pretend that I actually have someone who's there for me. I really liked this depressing story.
Hope you came out of your funk. Travel the world. Best way to find yourself.