After and Before
You felt a sore spot on your head, your hand had slowly moved up to your temple to feel a very large bump. You cringe at the pain you feel, like a vice was put upon your head and both sides of that vice were crushing your head. It took time for you to regain balance as you slowly got up upon your feet it was surprising that you could get up, it was surprising that you were even walking. Your vision was slowly coming back to you, and as it came back you looked around to view your surroundings. It seemed like you were in a tunnel, and at the end of said tunnel there was a bright orb of light, it’s as if you died or something. But you slowly moved on, one foot in-front of the other. As your slow stumble got you closer and closer to the light, you could hear the sound of crunching gravel under your feet.
“Where am I?” You question yourself, as a sudden rush of pain had erupted within your skull.
It had felt like the vice, only that there was addition to your pain, a feeling of immense pressure, as if a large anvil had been placed upon your head. You still moved on, braving the pain as though it was an obstacle to an immovable tank. As you continued moving forward even closer to the light, your legs had fallen under you. You land with a thump, with that landing came even more pain, like a wrecking ball had smashed into your stomach, or even your whole body. Even though your body felt like it was falling apart, just the light kept you going. You crawled to it moving as close to it as you can, and it felt warm. It felt like a warm summer’s day. It was unbelievable that the light you crawled, or even moved for, is radiating the heat of a warm summer’s day. You pressed forward, and you finally had it within your grasp.
The heat of the light was calming, it was bright, and it felt peaceful in a way. As your hand had slowly reached for that light, your hand faltered, it was descending instead of ascending. You moan in pain as you used your last amount of scarce energy you had, as you try to reach for the light. As your hand had moved closer, as close as it could get. Your arm had fallen.
As eruptions of pain had coursed through your body, you thought, “Why? Why couldn’t I have just grabbed it? Why?”
You feel as if you were lifted after your last thought. It was as if you were lounging on a cloud, along with music accompanying a calm serenity.
It was like your last moments.
Scene Change.
You could feel the cold breeze blow through the hospital window, as you were reading cards left by from many of your family members, your brother, your sister, your parents, and you cannot forget your friends. You set them aside and looked through the other stacks of cards, set aside for you before you awoke. You sigh at the fact that you’re in a hospital. Originally you were scared of hospitals, but this time you couldn’t get out. You have an IV strapped to your hand, and whatever type of gizmos a doctor would place around your hands and fingers to get pulse readings and who knows what. But what made you feel worse was that, no one. NO ONE. Would visit you. You’ve been in the hospital for two to three weeks.
“It hasn’t been that long..” You say to yourself.
It has been possibly three weeks, after the accident. But you cannot really figure out the day of today, because these three weeks have taken a toll on your memory. Before the accident you were a normal high school student, people described you as fun, awesome, outgoing, yet smart, and amazing. But as you delve into your memories, it just gets worse and worse. You slowly break into tears, because of your memories. You were a fan-favorite, everyone loved you, and whatever you did, people tried to best you in that activity. But you were just too awesome. But then comes up the memory of the accident, the night everything had been robbed from you.
The worst night of your life.
Scene Change.
It was three weeks earlier. You were at a party. Rephrase that, you were the life of that party. It was a rager, and one of the biggest ragers you had attended at the house of one of your classmates. There were many drinks passed around, ranging from beer, to wine, to whiskey. Along with the alcoholic beverages there was a playlist of dubstep playing all throughout your classmate’s house. Though you never liked to partake in drinking, the crowd infront of you had edged you into taking a few sips. But as you took your sip, you bulged out your cheeks to prevent yourself from in taking the bitter beverage. But as the people around you were about to close in, to press in your cheeks, to make you swallow that terrible liquid, your friend Rebecca had stepped in to separate yourself from the, “Pressure-ers.”
Rebecca had smiled at you and turned around to face the crowd, “Don’t make him drink! He doesn’t like drinking!”
The crowd had dissipated along with moans, groans, and disappointment. But as that crowd had moved along Rebecca had turned to you and smiled as she did before, as you spit out whatever was in your mouth. That smile was literally imprinted into your brain. Rebecca was a new student, long before this party, you had become friends with her as when she entered your high school. She had come from Portland, Oregon. And she was feeling quite homesick. Rebecca was a brunette beauty, she had perfect proportions, and the nicest face you had ever seen, accompanied with sky blue eyes and the cutest smile that can disarm the worst of criminals.. She had dragged you along wherever she went, because you meant a lot to her. You were her best friend. But as the night came to a close both you and Rebecca had reluctantly left the party.
Rebecca was as drunk as shit. She couldn’t even stand, and if she managed to walk, she would trip over her feet. You escorted her into your car, and opened the door for her. She slipped in, like a snake slowly slithering side to side. You buckle the seat for her slowly.
“Just ‘cause I’m drunk doesn’t mean I can buckle my own seat!” She yells.
You’re puzzled because of her statement, and shrug. But you smile at her, because even when she’s drunk she looks beautiful. Even though there was barely enough light her brown hair glistened in the amount of light you had to view her. Before you close the door she holds your waist and drags you in for a hug.
She says into your stomach, “Listen, I love you. It might be the beer talking, but ever since I first met you I have always thought you have been the most prettiest boy I have ever met in my life.”
“I think you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever met in my life.” You reply as you hug her back.
You both spent what felt like an eternity hugging each other. But that eternity was only about two minutes or so. She looked up to you in her cute smile, her sky blue eyes shining in whatever light was available. She unbuckles her seat and stands up inside the car, bumping her head upon the ceiling. You chuckle at her as she slightly pouts at you, and she tackles you onto the lawn, which is luckily next to your car. Concrete would’ve hurt. She was on top of you, and sitting on your stomach. She slowly moved her face closer to yours, her sky blue eyes staring into yours, and her beautiful face slowly moving closer to yours, and her lips moving closer to yours.
You feel her warm breath fall on your face as she whispers, “I want you..”
Without any other words said, she immediately pulls you into a kiss. You feel energy coarse through your veins as your heart starts to beat faster. She moans softly as the kiss continues. You pull her close as she moans a bit louder. You both open your eyes, and stare for only moments. She could tell by your look that you wanted her, BAD. So she continued, and with that you closed your eyes, a feeling of warm and pure ecstasy washed throughout your body. She pulls away, only slightly. You open your eyes to see that her lips are still open, only that she’s silently begging for an open mouth kiss. You nod and part your lips slightly. As your tongues meet for a lustful union, she moans every so silently. It makes your heart beat even faster. Within a few moments, you separate and she falls upon you.
“I love you..” Rebecca says, as she looks into your eyes.
“I love you too..” You reply, as she smiles and falls unconscious upon your body.
You want to stay there, and watch her sleep. Watch her chest enlarge and drop after each breath, and watch her wake up next to you. You truly love her. But you remember that you promised to take her home no matter the cost. You reluctantly pick her up legs held up on your left arm, and her upper torso held up with your right. You held her as a groom would hold his bride during their honeymoon.
“Too early to think.” You thought as you opened the passenger’s door, and buckled Rebecca to the passenger’s seat.
You take a glance at her and slowly take in her beauty as you did before. The difference was that she was sleeping. She looked graceful, and beautiful. You stroke your hand through her hair, and take in the beauty that you’re viewing at this moment in time. She smiles slightly, probably because of a happy dream that she was having. You felt proud of yourself as you pulled your hand away and shut the passenger door. You made your way to the driver’s door, opened it, and sat yourself in the seat. You put the correct key in the ignition and twisted it all the way to the right, shift into drive, and started making the drive to Rebecca’s house.
It was a good thing you were a designated driver. Because you were a better driver than Rebecca could ever be, even if she was sober as a person that had never ingested anything alcohol related. You hated how Rebecca’s house was on the opposite side of the town you lived in, but just to have her in the car was a good thing. You memorized your way to her house, because you usually hungout with her whenever you were bored. It was a good thing because she was always available for you.
You had stopped at a four-way intersection and looked both ways. As the light turned green you slowly urged the car forward. This moment seemed like eons as it played through your head. But as you edged the car forward you hear the sound of a car horn to your right. You turn your head slowly as the head lights of the car blind you, and the massive force pushing your car sideways. You only remember the moment of tumbling over, and over, and over. Until the car rested, you felt as if you were going to vomit.
You open your eyes to see that your car had landed upside down. And most of the stuff that resided in your cup holder had landed on the ceiling. Your body had many aches and pains, but the feeling that resided in your head yearned for the understanding about Rebecca’s condition.
“Rebecca?” You tapped her on the shoulder.
No response.
“Rebecca?” You shook her.
No response.
“Rebecca?!” You screamed.
You had unrestrained yourself and unbuckled yourself from your seat, and land on the ceiling. Along with landing upon the stuff that had fallen from your cup holders, you land on shards of glass from the broken windshield. Shards of glass impale your back, but at that moment, you felt no pain. You felt only for Rebecca. Your love. You slowly stood up slowly along with the help of your seat, you held onto it to help yourself stand. You slowly unrestrained her from her seat, and caught her as she fell from her chair. You also fell down, but you didn’t mind it and you pulled her closer to yourself, and stroke her disheveled hair from her face. Why was she emotionless? Why?
“Rebecca?! Are you awake?! Rebecca?!” You screamed into her face.
Rebecca had slowly opened her eyes. “I’m here.” She replied with only but a whisper.
You held her face. “Rebecca!” You held her closer. Slowly pulling her head onto your shoulder.
“Rebecca! I’m so glad you’re OK.” You looked at her, tears slightly glistening your eyes..
She had smiled, “Call 911..” She whispered into your ear.
You remembered that your phone had fallen onto the ground when you had fallen onto your ceiling. You had reached under yourself to search for your phone. Amongst the piles of glass shards and blood, you found your phone. You held your phone up to your face, as you had opened it you felt little stings of pain, followed by sharp pings wherever you put pressure on your hand. Your hand had been impaled by many shards of glass. You slowly press in the numbers, 9-1-1, each button stroke filled with sharp and possibly mind numbing pain.
A voice on the phone answers, after what seemed like a life time of a waiting ringtone. “911, what is your emergency?”
You slowly whisper into the phone as pain settles in. “Car crash, Waverly lane. Four-way intersection. Help. Please. My frie-. Girlfriend needs help..”
The operator answers, “Don’t worry help is on the way.”
You reply, “Please hurry.” As you close the phone.
You hold Rebecca close to you. “Rebecca, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry.. For what?” She silently asks.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.” You say, trying to hold back tears.
“It’s OK. At least we’re here now right?” She whispers.
You smile and hold her even closer. You don’t even mind the fact that she’s leaning on you. You feel her breath fall upon your neck, and you feel her heartbeat slowly mix with yours. You know that you love her. You love and there’s nothing that you can feel for, other than her.
“Rebecca, I love you. I love you so much. I don’t want to leave you. And I don’t want you to leave me either.” You say, as you choke to hold back tears.
You feel her warm embrace as she replies. “I love you too, and I don’t want to leave you. I love you too much to. I have always loved you. And… And…”
You feel her heart beat slowly recede a beat. Her heart was slowly beating a beat every two seconds.
“I don’t want to leave you like this.” She manages to say. As you feel tears graze your neck.
You finally let your tears fall as you hear this statement. “Please don’t go.”
As her last words slowly echoed through your mind, “I love you too much to.”
She pulled back, and looked into your eyes for the last time. Her sky blue eyes leaking tears that no person could every cry. Tears of love, and loss. Within those moments, you draped your head over her. And cried as her eyes slowly shut, and you held her closer to you. Her figure graceful, as you still wept over your loss. The loss of someone you loved very much. She was like the sun to you. The sun that brightened up the day for you with just her appearance, but what made you hurt even more was that she was your sun. A sun that could never have a replacement, a sun that will never be replaced by the moon, only darkness had replaced what you had known as the sun. And you had fallen asleep on her lifeless body.
Minutes, hours, seconds, moments. Those had passed by until the ambulance corps had showed up to retrieve you and your lost love. They had pulled you and Rebecca out of the car. You had been both put into the same car as well. She lay beside you, as they tried to revive her with a defibrillator, but it was no use. She was already dead. The scene in front of you had faded to white as you had passed out.
You had awoken three days after the incident, with a cold and stolid attitude. It was like nothing could appease you. You were angry at the world, angry at anything that could’ve gotten in your way. You were angry at everyone, everything. The doctor had explained to you that Rebecca had died on arrival, but you knew he was wrong. She died in your arms. She died loving only you. Not anyone else. The doctor had also explained how you were paralyzed from the waist down. That your car crash was so traumatic that it had broken a part in your spine that allowed the bottom of your body allowed you to move. But the worst came to mind when he also talked about Rebecca.
“Rebecca was like a shield for you. If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t be alive today.” The doctor had said with such a lecturing tone.
You grimaced at the idea, you were angry at the doctor for saying that she was a shield for you. It was like he was implying that you used her only for yourself. You were full of rage at the doctor, but you knew nothing would come about it, you also knew Rebecca wouldn’t have approved. As you found out that Rebecca was sort of your savior, you started to live by her principles, such as be nice to everyone, and if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all. So you didn’t say anything to the doctor. Because you would have probably been kicked out for what you were about to say.
You never found out whatever happened to Rebecca. And you wanted to attend her funeral, but the hospital wouldn’t let you go. Because you had severe head trauma. When your family, and Rebecca’s family had figured out about the accident, you had been visited by both. Both grieving and yet somewhat understanding. Rebecca’s parents had knew that she had feelings for you, she promptly told them. Shared it with them, like she believed that she knew that they would pass it onto you.
“Rebecca said every day, that she enjoyed having you over. It’s as if, she loved you very dearly.” Her father had said. With grief in his voice.
Her mother hadn’t said anything, she had a look in her eyes that seemed like she was angry at you, but sorry for you at the same time. Your brother, and your sister had showed up, including your parents. Your parents had asked you a large series of questions such as if you drank that night, if you were using drugs prior to the accident, and if you did anything with Rebecca. You only replied a series of no’s, and had recited what happened between you and Rebecca before the accident. Parents from both families shared grief in their eyes your parents knowing that you will never be the same, and Rebecca’s parents grieving in the idea that their loving and only daughter was lost in a tragic car accident.
Scene Change.
So here you are, sitting in a bed because of what happened. BECAUSE OF THE MOST.. Bittersweet night of your life. It was December 23, 2011. And you just wished you had time to spend it with your family, the only ones that had meant most to you in your time of need. But that feeling had changed.
The next day your family had come in to visit, your parents had set a present on the side table next to your hospital bed as you hugged your brother and sister that were still pretty young. Your parents finally break this reuniting moment with good news.
“The doctor said we can bring you home for Christmas.” Your parents had said.
You smiled with the biggest smile they have ever seen you smiled ever since the accident. And they simply smile back at you. Your little brother and sister smile at the idea that their older sibling would come home. You called the doctor in, and he helped you get out of the hospital bed. He had given you a wheel chair also including a bag of your things you had before you had been checked into the hospital. A black and white plaid long-sleeve shirt, black denim jeans, and Authentic Canvas gray, with rainbow Van’s sneakers.
“Thank you for everything.” You said to the doctor.
“You’re welcome, and I hope to never see you again.” The doctor replied with a smile.
You had replied with a laugh only seconds after he made the joke, it took you a few seconds to get it. During the time in the hospital you and the doctor had become friends. He understood what you felt because he was the one to listen to what you had to vent and let out. And this was the last time you were probably going to see him. You smiled and waved at the doctor, replying with a simply goodbye. During the car ride home, you fell asleep in the car along with your little brother and sister leaning into you for support, like a giant pillow.
You had arrived home with your family, and it had been a long time that you’ve been at the house. Even though it had been three weeks, it had felt like an eternity away from home. Your parents had waited for your brother and sister to get out of the car before getting you out of it, and placing you in your wheel chair. They had wheeled you into the warm and cozy house and had you acquainted with the new furniture they had purchased while you were in the hospital. It was about time you got home. It was about time for you to rest as well. It was about to be Christmas Eve. You felt exhausted, and fell asleep upon the new furniture that your parents had purchased. A nightmare had awoken you a few hours before Christmas eve. You had called your parents downstairs, and asked them to help you into your wheelchair.
“Why do you want to go out?” They asked.
“I want to visit the place where Rebecca died.” You reply.
Your parents smiled, but behind that smile was the worry of you getting hurt.
But they simply said, “Sure.”
Your dad had helped you all the way to Waverly Lane and the four-way intersection of doom. You ask your father a question.
“What happened to the person that crashed into us that night?”
“He disappeared before his trial. Apparently he was drunk behind the wheel.” He replied.
You felt angry that the man in the other car was still alive. But there was nothing you could do about it. So you slowly moved across the intersection. Moving opposite to the area your car was hit, as the unsettling memory had played throughout your mind a million times.
You started moving across the street.
Just as you started crossing, the same car horn played. Loud yet obnoxious. You turned your head to the side, and just like that night you turned your head to avoid the bright light of the headlights, and you were hit by a car. When the car had hit you, your body had flown forwards, which had you sprawling down the street. Your body was basically a rag doll rolling down the street, until a stop sign had been the one that stopped you from rolling. And just like Isaac Newton’s laws of motion, an object in motion stays in motion, unless another object had intervened with the path of the object.
But just like Rebecca, you’re dead. Only immediately.
Your death was a nice, immediate death. You didn’t have to suffer any more pain then you had to. But as you felt your life slipping away, it was calm. It was quite serene. It was as if you were lounging on a cloud.
Scene Change.
Your eyes slowly start to open as you start to regain your senses. You view the six blobs in front of you. They seem to be colorful but you can't really determine what colors they were. But as you slowly try to get up you stumble upon your feet, and fall forward, and you’re caught by something before you hit the ground. As you have gotten caught, your hearing had been the first to be repaired.
“Let’s get him to the library.” One of the blobs had said.
You awaken to the conversation of people, loud mumbles being the culprit. Your eyes slowly open as you figure out where you are through the smells you intake. Your brain picks out slowly what smells you have taken in and sorts them. You pick out the scents ranging from flowers, to fruit, and candy? From what seems like muttering your brain gets into high gear, and speedily helps your body regain all of your senses. Your sight first taking charge, the blobs you had seen before finally take shape. Those shapes were four-legged creatures, and they seemed like they could talk. You could see their mouths moving about, it seemed like they were all having an argument. You slowly pick yourself up from whatever you were resting on. You push yourself up and feel a soft cushion under you. It seems like the creatures had cared for you when you had fallen asleep. They had placed you upon a sofa, with cushions lined with sleek and soft fabric. Your touch had returned. You rub your eyes to help yourself return to a normal state. As you do, everything comes back to you.
You're hit with the loud sound of arguing. It startles you as every nerve in your body is set over the edge. It was like a wrecking ball hitting you straight in the stomach, or the senses. You fall over onto what seems onto a wooden floor. The arguing had stopped, and everything was quiet. You heard slight whispers and only the sound of yourself. You touch it, feeling it with the tip of your pointer finger, there was a slight sound between the floor and your finger. It wasn't smooth, but you could see rings range throughout it. It's as if the floor was made from a tree. You chuckle to yourself thinking that this floor was made of a tree, it was obvious. But floors like these, you have never seen a pattern like this before. It's as if you were inside a-
"Um, excuse me. What are you doing?" Something says from behind you.
"F-feeling. Feeling the floor." You say in response, hearing chuckles behind you.
The creature had walked beside you, the sound of it walking seemed familiar. It was like a horse was right next to you. The thought of it made you tremble a bit. Horses and talking? Impossible. Four legs stood in front of you, and you stare at it's feet. You think that the creature would have feet. But it took a little bit of time for you discern what was standing in front of you.
"Feet? No. Hooves." You thought.
You finally notice that it was a hor-
"Stand up darling, it's better to look at someone in the face when speaking to them." Another voice says behind you.
You stand up, and your legs seem weak. They tremble under the stress of your body, but you manage to stand up. Your focus was put upon your legs as they pushed you up. You can feel slight pain within your knees, but you power through. When you notice that you're standing you give a large smile. YOU! You that had been paralyzed for at least three weeks, have been standing. You try to move your legs for a slight jig of joy, but you almost fall onto the creature in front of you. You write a note to yourself, 'Don't do a jig for joy.' as you put your hand on the sofa to help yourself balance.
You rub your eyes slightly to clear your vision, to help you view the creature in front of you. It had it's head lifted to stare upon what you were. You scan over it as it over-viewed your body. It's coat was a color of purple, horses you've seen before never had coats of purple. Only white, brown, or black. Sometimes those colors would be mixed. You view it's other characteristics as well, you see it's mane. It was black, or maybe dark lavender, along with two colored stripes. Those stripes were different. One pink, and one purple.
"What are you?" You both say.
You tell that the creature in front of you, was just like a horse. Only a bit smaller, maybe a pony?
You manage to say, "Are you a, pony?"
The pony in front of you smiled, "You got that right! But there's a difference." Her voice seemed in the lecturing tone, but it was also feminine. You assumed it was a female.
You notice that it had a horn. Your jaw had fallen because of the sheer awe. She was a unicorn. SHE WAS A UNICORN PONY. She stared at you in suspicion, but she smiled back at you, and used her hoof to shut your mouth.
"I'm Twilight Sparkle, and there are other ponies here too." She moved her hoof to your right cheek, and moved it side ways. Her hoof was cold it made you slightly shiver.
"Introduce yourselves everypony!" The unicorn to your right had exclaimed.
Your vision cannot believe what was in front of you. There were many ponies in front of you.
"I'm Rainbow Dash! I'm a Pegasus pony! The fastest flyer in all of Equestria!" a cyan pony had said.
The voice emerging from it seemed a bit tomboyish, but you assumed it was a girl.. But that wasn't really the thing that didn't distract you at all. What really took your attention was the sight of her mane, tail, and wings. Her mane was contained the colors within the spectrum of the rainbow. Along with her tail following the same characteristics. Her eyes had the colors of a bright pink. Her wings were flapping slowly as she was hovering right in front of you to show herself off to you.
Another voice had came from the group, it contained a heavy southern accent.
"Name's Applejack. People 'round here call me AJ. I'm a proud Earth pony!" She had said while walking up to you.
She extended her hoof, and you extended your hand. You both shook hoofhandhoof. Hoof hand shake? This pony was sporting a brown ten-gallon-hat. But what got you was that she had no wings, and no horn. She was a normal pony. But she had an orange coat, along with a blonde mane, and tail. Both were tied up at the ends by something, a hair tie maybe? Her eyes were a bright green, and accented with a slight amount of freckles on both sides of her face.
Another pony had stepped out of the crowd, it contained a lavish voice. The voice of a, "Diva."
She had placed herself next to Applejack, "I, am Rarity." Her eyes fluttered as she had said her name.
She had put her hoof to her chest, and flipped back her mane. Her mane was was a very vivid purple, it jutted out to you as, "PURRRRRRRRRRRRRPLE!" She had a coat of white, and also had a horn. Another unicorn. You could tell by how she acted and how her mane had looked, she was a diva. She had herself kept very well. She was as shiny as a diamond, hand kept, and polished daily by one of the best diamond handlers.
A pink blur had jumped from the crowd tackling you. You had immediately lost your balance and you had fallen onto the couch behind you.
"Hey! I'm Pinkie Pie! It's nice to meet you!" She had said many other things. But in the mind set you were in, her mouth moved like a blur, and you couldn't really understand what she had said.
In that time you took your time observing this earth pony up close. You felt her coat, it was soft and silky. Surprising for a pony like that. You shift your eyes to her face, her mouth still moving like a blur. Her eyes were sky blue, maybe even lighter. Her mane was a large poof, it reminded you of cotton candy. Come to think of it, she does smell like cotton candy. Her mouth had stopped and she focused onto you.
"Have you been even listening?!" She slightly pouts.
You slightly quiver at her cute pout and nod. She smiles back at you, reassuring. Like she telepathically said, 'It's OK.'
"Good! I hope to see you at the party I'm going to set up just for you!" She says with a grin.
'Wait a minute.. When did she ever invite me to a party?' You had a questioned look on your face.
She hopped off, and stood next to Rarity. But behind her there was someone staring at you with only but one teal eye. You wonder who it is, so you slightly move to the side to view it's face. The creature had cringed from you, with only but a squeak. It was the most heart warming squeak you had ever heard in your life.
Pinkie Pie had moved to the side to reveal another pegasus. Only that this one was curled up in the fetal position, and faced away from you. You had moved stood up and moved closer to it, your original stumble turning into a walk. You moved closer to it, reaching your hand out just to touch it. But as your hand moved closer to it's butter colored coat, you notice that it was shivering. Quavering in fear just because of you.
You place your hand gently on her coat, and slowly pet her. Her shiver slowly started to stop as she slowly got out of her fetal position, just to stand up and face you. She looks at you only for a second, then immediately hides behind her pink mane. From that second you had noticed that she had sky blue eyes. You had retracted your hand, and moved back to the sofa you were originally sitting on.
Twilight had moved closer to you, "That's Fluttershy. By her name, and how you view her now. I think you can already tell why she was named that."
You smiled along with a chuckle. Within that moment you had stood up along with a slight stumble, and introduced yourself to the group of ponies.
Twilight questions, "Where are you from? Or, why are you here? And as I said before, what are you?"
"Where do I begin?" You ask with a grin.
AUTHOR'S NOTES! :)
I may need a lot of criticism, since this is my first ever Fic. It took me. Almost a day to write this.
And I certainly hope you liked it very much.
But what I don't know is how do I go about this. If you as a reader would like to give me ideas, tell me in the comment box. Other than that criticism is appreciated, I think I might be a bad writer, but I silently shed tears while writing this chapter. If it's good or not, tell me! But I thank you for reading if you spent your time reading my notes. Oh, and if you don't like the music you could also recommend some other types for certain parts. I'm always up for suggestions!
FIRST CHAPTER SUCCESS! 7/26/12