NIGHTMARE FIVE

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It was 11:00, and I was sitting in my chair, I stared at the site of Youtube blankly, not even paying attention. I sighed shakily, looking at the phone for the thousandth time. He still hadn't responded, and I was worried. James could take care of himself, more so than I, but...he was still a great friend. I couldn't bear losing him.

I sighed, then realized I'd been sitting here for hours as I looked at the clock. Since about 9:20, or around there, I'd been here and trying not to freak out. What would I do, or what could I do? The TV was off, and had been since I got home. I then sighed and shut my computer down, there was no use anyways.

I walked to my bed and slowly laid down, not afraid of what was to come, but just tired and weary. I had been murdered brutally several times, and I was tired. I didn't want to die anymore. As soon as my eyes shut, I felt myself sigh in relief, happy to be in bed. However, as I sighed, I could have sworn that it was a different pitch. Lighter, more...bubbly. I almost opened my eyes and got up, but...I was so tired.

So...tired.


I blinked awake, but I was still absolutely exhausted. It seemed both emotionally and mentally. I yawned, then sat up and stretched. Then, however, I realized that this was not my bed. Or my room. The small cot I was on resembled my bed, but it wasn't it. I sat up, quickly looking around my surroundings.

The walls were...blank. It was like the room that Pinkie took me into. I gulped, then saw a small television. Then, a cold drift next to me. I looked over, slightly hesitating, Pinkie was sitting next to me, smiling at me with her impossibly wide grin. I jumped back, falling onto the hard, stone feeling floor, and she giggled at me before saying, "Oh silly filly, calm down! I don't wanna play with you tonight, I'm tired." She yawned, stretching her limbs. I, again, felt it register the cuteness, but i shrugged it off.

She smiled at me, her eyes staring into mine. For whatever reason I...didn't feel as threatened. It was probably a trick, and I knew I couldn't trust her. She sighed, then said happily, "Oh, no. You can't trust me, but you can trust the supposed element of Loyalty? Wow, rude." She then attempted to look offended, then burst into laughter

I then raised an eyebrow and said, "I know what she is...she...she is trustworthy! I know it!" My own mind knew that I was lying, and so did Pinkie consequently. She rolled her eyes dramatically, and said, "Oh, whatever, if you really wanna me and yourself, Sam."

I sat awkwardly and nervously on the floor, staring at her, waiting for her movements. Pinkie simply watched me with a smile on her muzzle. Her large eyes studied me from the small distance, and I knew she was waiting for me to either run or calmly talk. Or possibly it was her influence on my own mind that caused me to think that.

Thinking to myself, I slowly stood and walked closer to her. She happily scooted over, waiting for me. I didn't know how to react, but it wasn't good that she was being friendly. It meant she planned something. Then, the TV flicked on, showing a news channel. "So, you want to watch some TV? You're gonna be here till I say you can leave, anyways."

I gulped, and slowly sat down as far as I could from her, then nodded, "Y-yeah, sure, okay. But-" She then finished my sentence, "-would you wake up? Well...would you really want to find out?" I shook my head, and she giggled, and the TV showed a news story, just today. However, there was no noise, simply a video.

It seemed as if it was filmed by a aspiring photographer. The camera panned slowly, if not shakily, and moved into a tunnel. Inside the tunnel, smoke was visible, two cars crashed in the middle of the road.

The semi-truck was dented in the front, the chain linking it to the back broken, proven by the fact that it was tilted to the side and twisted sideways. I watched, doing double takes to Pinkie to make sure she made no advances, friendly or otherwise. The scene kept panning inward, until I saw a red car. It was a small, compact Sedan. I felt my breath leave my lungs, and I looked over at Pinkie. She simply kept watching, then turned to me with a smile, "Keep watching, silly!"

I looked back over, watching intensely. The shot kept zooming in, then showed him. James, his body mangled, laid in the car. His blood spilled out of his body, face and arms twisted and contorted. I shook, than gripped the cot as tightly as I could. I felt a tear or two fall down my face as I turned to Pinkie both anger and sadness contorting my face, "No, he isn't...y-you're lying!"

She looked surprised and responded with, "No, I didn't do anything, this is on the TV. You really are a silly little girl aren't ya?"

I slowly looked back up at the TV, and the image had changed. It was like a movie showing him talking on a cell phone, "Oh, sorry, I was just driving is all."

His eyes had bags under them, and he looked both exhausted and scared. Whatever had happened, he was terrified. I kept watching, intent on seeing what happened, oblivious and not caring to Pinkie's possible influence.

He kept talking, yawning every now and then away from the phone, as if he wanted to act awake. It was strange, but I shrugged it off. Every once in a while the car would jerk slightly from his grip and himself falling slightly asleep.

"Well, I'm gonna go now, there's a long tunnel coming up, see you after school." He sighed, and closed the call. He stared at it for a few moments, then set the phone down, his eyes heavy. James stared forward, it seemed like he was fighting to stay awake, but it also seemed that something was trying to make him sleep. Finally, his eyes closed for just a moment, head on the steering wheel.

There was a loud beep, tires churning against the pavement, a scream, and then the sound of bending and breaking metal from the black picture.

I sputtered, trying to find my words. None came, and I felt a few more tears fall from my face. Pinkie turned to me with a normal face on, acting completely harmless.

I stared at her in disbelief, and asked, "W-why...what is the p-point of showing me LIES?!"

She got a bit closer, leaning above me and I felt myself try to shrink away as she said, "Because, I need to show you the truth."


I sat up with a start, feeling my heart race and my pillow stained with tears. Without hesitation, I jumped up and turned the TV on, and stared with hope. The newscast started.

"News today, a car crash was resolved yesterday around 7:15 AM when a semi truck had collided with a small, compact Sedan. Police officers say that, on the scene, there was found little evidence of substance abuse of either drivers. The two drivers were Tony Harbor, a simple working man at the age of 37, and James Carda. It is believed that Tony Harbor was harmed and had a burn or two due to the small gas leak and fire from his truck, but will live. However, it is said by police officials that James Carda had died, due to his injuries and burns. It is not yet known if there was a motive or if this was simply an act of bad luck or something else. This is Channel 7 news-"

I cut the newscaster off, shutting the television off.

I sat back in my chair, staring at the screen. I didn't know what to do anymore. All I knew was, it was my fault...if he hadn't been there and been helping...he would still he here. James would...he would still be with us. I blinked away tears, looking up to the sky, and felt myself begin to shake with sobs. No, he can't be dead. He's still somewhere, he has to be. James can't be dead, he was the only person who understood.

The only person that I could trust right now with this. He can't be gone, he just can't be. I continued to deny that he was gone, but in my mind I knew that he was still laying there, dead eyes and burnt skin. If only I'd have left him out of this, just left everyone out of this, it might not have happened. I didn't do anything but stare at the ceiling and sob until I couldn't any longer. I looked back down, wiping my tears away.

Then, I looked over to my computer. My eyes drifted across my room, then I looked down at my hands. What had I done with my life? I felt my eyes begin to water up again. Throughout my life, I'd been acting like nothing was wrong, and even when something was wrong, I didn't acknowledge it. Now I can't run away. I can't lie about this.

Then again, that's all I do is lie. My thoughts continued to beat me into the dirt and I continued to sob into nothing. Everything I've ever done, did it really matter? I mean...how many times has someone who sits at their computer all day, does nothing, and is too damn scared they can't even sleep?!

I felt anger and sadness boil and rage together in unison, and I banged my fists on my desk. I didn't want this anymore, I couldn't take it. What else can I do? I asked myself, staring at the door. I could run away, just...go die in a hole somewhere. Then maybe no one would get hurt again. I then let my eyes drift over to the knife that sat on my bed stand.

Maybe it's for the better. I thought, feeling my emotions begin to overwhelm myself. If I did...would they really miss me? I then blinked, and smacked myself, seeing the ideas build, No, I can't do that! I can't take myself away because it's...hopeless. I set my head on my desk, slowly but surely crying myself to a silent sleep. And somewhere, in my mind, I knew that Pinkie was laughing.


I stood at the bus stop, my face emotionless. The cold air of October swept across me, and I looked up to see the bus arrive. I walked up the steps and sat in my seat, my backpack falling off my shoulder onto the seat. I looked out the window, watching my house go away.

Half way through the bus ride, I saw the tunnel again. I felt tears build on the brim of my eyes, but I blinked them away. Now was not a time for crying. I was done crying.


The day passed slowly, my contemplation on the events leading to now making me fear what was to come. Within a few hours, I found myself walking out of the same classroom as the day before, day in and day out I did this. I felt it was time for a change, but...what could I do. I'm just some girl.

I got my stuff together, then walked to the bus like always. I found a seat and leaned against the window, peering out the cold glass.

I couldn't do this anymore. I needed to find a way to end it. I had no one to trust to myself now, Rainbow Dash was in question, she could just be a figment of Pinkamina or myself. Pinkie is off the table, and me...I don't know anymore.

But I still knew something. One thing that would not change this time.

Tonight, I will make my steps to end this. I won't let that bitch take me any farther then I've gone. She's driven me off the edge on full throttle, and if I'm going to fall she's coming with me. I don't care what it takes.

It's going to end tonight.

END NIGHTMARE FIVE