A life worth living

by IronCupcake

Chapter 1

A Life Worth Living
An Original Story by Ppopjj and IronBronyCupcake (IronCupcake)

I was born like the everyday pony, completely healthy, with a mother and father, and ready to enter the world with hopes to singlehandedly change it. Although all of these aspects to my birth were correct there is one flaw with my life, I am retarded. I was diagnosed with this by the doctors who should have little to no knowledge about my imparity, due to the fact that ponies are never born like this. The doctors were baffled, they had never seen anything like it, and they had no clue how to cure me. Doctors searched for hours; there was no recorded cure for my illness or a recorded victim to my disease. After the search ended the doctors came to my mother, they told her what was wrong with me and all the possible causes. My mother believes I am like this because my father was abusive during pregnancy.

I write to you today a full grown mare; my mother told me all the information about my birth and what I am dealing with. Since birth my doctors concluded that I am only capable to use my thought processes, I cannot express myself like the other ponies can. Since I am incapable of speaking, moving, and communicating properly, my doctors told me that it would be beneficial to my mental health if I write to myself; this is my first entry. My ambition with this journal is to become famous, for my life to be understood and not laughed at by all my peers. Someday I hope to be cured, someday I hope to have a normal family, but most importantly I hope to be accepted.

My family consists of only me, my mother, and my father. My father never asked for a family, my father was never suited to fill his role in a family. He is abusive, and will usually beat me or my mother when he is angered and he tends to get angry a lot. After I deal with beatings from my father I have to go to school where nobody accepts me. They give me a false nick name, Derpy Hooves. At this point people don’t even know my real name, they just call me Derpy Hooves. My name is Dream Chaser; it was given by my mother and describes me in many ways.

Either way, children at school would usually beat me and make fun of me. They have no reason at all to do it but it just happens. Today I was greeted in the morning by my mother who is the only person in this world who seems to care for me. She served me my breakfast and as I headed out to go to school I was stopped by my father who had been at the door ready to leave when I blocked him.
“Get out of my way kid,” my father said pushing me to aside.

I was called kid. It was never anything else but kid. I could not bring any input to the conversation so I simply let my father through. Before I left my, mother gave me a kiss on the forehead and an “I love you,” to start my day. My mother was the only person I hear those words from, and it means a lot to me. If didn't hear those words at all from her I would probably be even more unstable than I am right now. Anyway, I walked to the school house to be greeted by my teacher, who knows of my condition and takes proper care of me knowing I need all the help I can get to get through schooling. I sat down at my desk as the teacher started to lecture. Meanwhile the children would look at me and laugh, they made fun of my eyes and how I walked over to my desk. I can't say a word to them I can only sit back and watch as the children torment me.

The day passed on, we learned about pony history and all the stuff our kind went through to get to this day. I always loved listening to the wonderful stories my teacher had for us about the past world and how it was like. After class, I was walking out of the school yard and was intercepted by a school bully.
“Where you going derpy hooves” the bully said with a menacing tone
I stepped back to just be blocked by other ponies that also blocked me from any escape.
“Get him” the main bully said.
I was hit from all sides, some harder than others. It felt like it would last forever, I stopped feeling the physical pain after a while, I just felt the mental pain. I felt the pain of dealing with these people, the pain of being an outcast never to be accepted by the peers I was surrounded by. Minutes went by before all the ponies ran away giving me a way to get home before my dad gets angry for me being late. I was bruised and cut as always, walking into my home I saw my mother and father at the dinner table alone.
“Hurry up and eat, your food is getting cold” My father said
I sat down and quickly ate as my mother and father looked at me and my bruises from the past beating. My mother could not say anything; she may get hurt for speaking out of turn.
“Got beat up again today kid?” My father asked with a chuckle.
I simply nodded and left the dinner table, I could not deal with my father mocking me for this so I came up to my room were my journal is. It is now nighttime I will go to sleep now, goodnight.

Comments

[Fluttrick]

Man that was sad. Pretty good for a first fiction, and nice plot. Dream Chaser...who'd have thought it? Anyways, I'll continue reading and then I'll give you my full analysis on my thoughts.
-Gear Shift/Fluttrick
-(Egghead)
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