The Sad Story of Me

A My Little Pony fiction story

By TheOmega1399

Hey everybody, it's me. If you don't know who I am, I'm just another fan fiction writer with a love of good literature. But if my story list sent you here, your head probably exploded.

"The writer of I miss you…? The author of Killers Are Quiet? The guy who's known for being a total downer is a BRONY?!"

Yes everyone it's true, I am a full-on brony. And that's not the only thing that's different!

In this story: The chapters will be short, there will be an attempt at a happy ending, and there will be… love. I know that my newer readers don't know why it's a big deal, because they don't know me at all, so here's why it's a big deal. I don't believe in love, and thus I am going to tryhard a good "romantic" story. And no, there will not be clop.

WAIT DON'T GO YET!

Friends and fans, I'm still TheOmega1399. There will be a plot-ton of depression, angst, sadness, and of course, favorite phrases. So let's begin our journey into the life of Emo Blaze, and the darker side Equestria…

Prologue

I used to be happy. I was a pegasus colt born in Canterlot, with a common enjoyment of companionship and company. It was a good life that I had, I was an only foal; that only gave me more love to have from my mother and father. But it changed when my father passed. It was a flying accident, he was going out to fly with his brothers and when he turned his head… he flew directly into the side of a mountain, snapping his neck, instead of flying around as intended.

This was a fatal blow to my mother. She had gotten the news while she was at work, his youngest brother had burst through the door in tears as he shouted the news uncontrollably. How do I know? I was there, she worked as an editor for some novella that was coming out, and school was out that day. That day was the day she lost herself, her usual kind, caring, and comforting self became cold, isolated, and depressed.

I tried to comfort her, I tried to get her off of her flank and to a place where she could let him go, because I had already known that he was in a better place. I had been through many deaths. Hay, I had even seen somepony killed by a timberwolf when I was younger; I began avoiding the forest outside of Canterlot soon after. Of course I was scarred, and of course I shouldn't've been used to death at the age I was. I was still a foal for Celestia's sake! But my mother was not as steel-nerved as I was. Whenever I tried to embrace her, she physically pushed me away. When I tried to speak to her, she wouldn't listen.

I felt regret, of course. Here I was, trying to get her to overcome the death of the stallion she loved most, when a typical foal would've been in the same state if not worse. But of course, this story is probably something you should shy away from if you already feel uncomfortable from the prologue. If you wish to continue reading, I'll let you know. It can only get better… Right?

Chapter 1

I walked slowly into the house, careful not to disturb the mare crying softly in the room across from mine. I dumped the contents of my saddlebags on my bed to begin my homework. One reason why I hated my school? Too much homework, which I normally just did at my leisure. I never ate school lunches, so I would fix myself a small plate of sweet potatoes to hold me over until I had dinner.

I stopped outside of her room after finishing my work, just staring at the mare who had changed for the worst over the last few months. "Mom…" she didn't answer me, she only continued to sob quietly. I tried to wrap my forelegs around her "Mom, you've got to-" she pushed me away. "Mom! Just let me hug you." She shook her head violently. "Midnight Flame go to your room." I again tried to embrace her, only to result in another push, only harder. "Mom, you need somepony to comfort you!"

"No I don't!"

"THEN STOP CRYING!"

It was a quick feeling. It lasted only a few seconds afterwards as it slowly subsided from my muzzle. She had hit me. I could still see her foreleg outstretched at her side. She had finally gone there, and I knew that I was only making it worse. So that night, I packed my saddlebags once again. Some food, some water in a canteen, and my music box. I also threw in some of my school books. I at least wanted to have some smarts when I reached where I was going.

When it was time, I snuck out of the house and sat by my mothers window. The lights were off inside, so she was most-likely asleep. I began to crank my music box and sat down. As the melancholy tune pierced the silence of the night at the edge of the big city, I looked up at her window. "I'm sorry Mom. I'm sorry that I couldn't make you feel better. I'm sorry that Dad died. I'm sorry that I made you mad. So I have to do this."

The light turned on inside. I bolted, spreading my wings as far as I could. I took off before she knew what had been happening. I just kept flying away from her, through the path in the woods behind our home. I just kept flying towards the unknown.

I just kept crying.

After hours of solid flight, I began to see the outline of rooftops. I crashed onto my unused hoofs as I read the sign ahead of me. It was a simply made sign with very little aesthetic beauty. It read "Welcome to Ponyville".

There we have it everybody, the beginning of my story. I hope you enjoyed! And stay dark.