I'm so glad you're all enjoying the story so far. And for the record, Vanessa isn't a real person, but her personality is based a lot on what I feel deep down inside. Of course I'll never tell you what is my real feelings and what is make believe. Now time to get to business! Last time, on My Little Pony: Friendship is Toxic:

"Finally regained consciousness."
"Fingers? Check! Toes? Check! Arms and legs? Check! Breasts? Check +10! Movement? Check!"
"THERE'S A FREAKIN' THROWN RIGHT UP IN HERE!"
"Oh… right. These are gonna be ponies. Why did I agree to this again?"
"Helpless little girl."
"E-excuse me, m-miss. Uh sirs. C-can you please um, t-tell me wh-where I am?"
"Please stand young human."
"My mother. Guilt."
"Just Celestia is fine dear."
"Please Celestia, my friends call me Toxic. A-are we friends?"
"My relationships with my mother and sister were… rather strained."
"That is an offal thing to say to a child."
"I'd prefer being abnormal."
"Celestia?"
"Yes Toxic?"
"Please don't send me back."

Chapter 2: Memories are a nightmare, but the night is my friend

(Vanessa's Pov)

I felt cold. The air seemed devoid of life. I heard the screaming. Loud yelling that sounded so angry. And it was directed at me.

"Vanessa you can't keep getting in trouble like this!" my mom yelled at me.

"Seriously mom!? Were you even listening!? Erica slapped and tackled me! She assaulted me!"

"You say every fight starts with someone else hitting you!"

"They do! Erica thought I stole from money from her bag! But I'm innocent! Josh stole it, not me! But she didn't believe me! And then she attacked me!"

My mother yelled out in frustration to the ceiling. "Vanessa this has to stop! If you keep fighting kids at school, you'll be expelled! Then what!"

"Is school all you care about!? What about the fact I now have three giant bruises on my arms and a big bloody cut on my forehead!? What about the health of your daughter!?"

My mother's eyes lit up like fire, but then just turned ice cold. She sighed and sat in a chair at the kitchen table. "Vanessa why? Why can't you just follow the rules and be a good kid?"

I felt like slamming my foot through the floor. She still isn't listening!? I could have been seriously hurt by some psycho girl at school and she just wants me to be a good kid? I wanted to scream at the sky in frustration.

"Vanessa you can't just fight someone if they accuse you of something. You should have told a teacher. Or even me! Why? Why can't you for once be more like your sister?"

I felt my stomach drop out of my chest. She said it again. Again! AGAIN!

"WELL I'M NOT JESSICA OK! I'M MYSELF! ME! I'M NOT SOME PERFECT LITTLE GOOD GIRL WHO ALWAYS GETS WHAT SHE WANTS AND NEVER GETS IN TROUBLE! DESPITE THE FACT THAT I KNOW SHE HAS DEFINATLY BEEN STEALING MAKEUP FROM MY ROOM AND LYING ABOUT IT! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS COMPARE ME TO HER!? AM I JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!? EVER SINCE DAD LEFT YOU'VE BEEN ON MY CASE ABOUT EVERY LITTLE THING I DO! WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH!?"

I shut my eyes to stop the tears. Silence. Nothing but silence filled the kitchen. I opened my eyes and saw my mom was gone. Vanished. The kitchen lights were now off, and there was still dead silence. I looked around but no one was there.

Just me.

"Daddy please don't go!" a tiny little girl's voice echoed. I swirled around but saw no one there still. Where was that voice coming from?

"Jack please don't leave me like this! Why? Why are you leaving?" Mom? That was her voice. But she wasn't in the room, or even in the house.

The house. It was black. The only place I could see was the kitchen. A single light was emanating from the living room. I walked toward it, and cried once again. It was the day my dad left us all alone.

"Jack please! Reconsider! What about the girls!? What about me!? What about us!?" My mom was pleading with my dad to stay.

I was just watching from the stairs and Jessica was shrieking on the floor for dad to stay.

"I can't do this anymore Christine. I can't live like this. What was between us is gone and dead. I can't stay where I don't belong anymore."

My father, holding two suit cases and a duffle bag over his left shoulder. He wore a black over coat, a blue buttoned up shirt, black pants, and black shined shoes. His hair was brown, but with natural blonde highlights perfectly scattered through it. His eyes were blue with a tint of gray and the slightest touch of blue. His skin seemed to match mine perfectly, with the addition a darkening at his forehead and around the ears.

My father. The man who left us alone to burn.

"Jack don't say that! I still love you! We're married! We have two daughters! Don't just throw all of that away!"

"Daddy! Don't go! Don't leave! Please! Please! I'll be a good girl forever and ever! Please!" Jessica cried and cried, but no one listened.

I was just standing there. Silent tears streaming down my face and confusion in my heart. My dad was the one to support all my crazy ideas. He said the world needed people like me to make it interesting and fun.

So why did he want to leave us? Did he not love me anymore? Why is he leaving? Why doesn't he love us? What did I do wrong? Why? Why? Why?

I put my hands over my head and closed my eyes shut with the tears. "Why?" I whispered.

"I know what happened that day. Why am I being forced to relive it?"

Was this just to torcher me? Did god really hate me so much he wanted to make me watch the worst parts of my life? Was I just this unlucky? As the memory filled with yelling, I curled into a ball and tried to ignore it. I tried to block out the anger and pain. But I could still hear it. I could still feel it. I could still see it in my head. I sobbed loudly into my knees as I broke apart into a million pieces.

"THOU EVIL NIGHTMARES SHALL LEAVE THIS PORE SOUL BE!"

A shout made it all stop. The shouting, the yelling, the cries for dad to stay. All gone.

I stopped crying and opened my eyes to see another large pony, but this one looked different. Still feminine in form. Her coat a royal blue that looked beautiful, two large wings, a horn, and greenish-blue soft and cool eyes. Her mane and tail were flowing like Celestia's, but they shimmered and sparkled like they were made of the night sky, she wore a little black tiara in her blue bangs, a black necklace around her neck with a white crescent moon on it, light blue horse shoes, and on her flanks were a black blotch with a crescent moon. I could tell she must have something to do with the night. Not certain, just a guess.

"It is alright young human. Those nightmares will not harm thou again."

Her voice was comforting to me since the memories had cracked my shell like an egg. I got to my feet shakily, and wiped the remaining tears from my eyes.

"T-thank you ma'am. Thank you- for stopping my nightmare."

She smiled while she reached her head forward and nuzzled my shoulder. I tried holding back the tears, but they worked their way out and I wrapped my arms around her neck and buried my face in her dark blue fur.

"Tis our duty as princess of the night Vanessa."

I pushed my face away from her coat to look at her smiling face in confusion. "How did you-"

"Our sister told us about you. Celestia helped you into her bed after thou fell asleep. She heard your screams and asked us to see if thou were ok."

Huh. She talks so much differently. It's weird, the good kind of weird.

The me kind of weird.

"Oh, so you and Celestia are sisters. That makes sense. I got the whole related feeling from the fact she has a sun picture on her flanks and you got a moon."

"Smart. Now, where are our manners? We are Princess Luna, princess of the night and dreams. We art' very pleased to meet your acquaintance."

I unwrapped my arms from her neck and took a step back. "Princess of the night, amazing! And here I am with no flowers or gifts for such royalty!"

Then out of nowhere came a bouquet of soft baby blue roses and white baby's breathe all bundled up and tied together with a white bow. I gave off a goofy grin as I grabbed the flowers, "Now that's more like it! Even if these are just in my dream."

I handed Luna the flowers and her face seemed in a bit of shock. "Oh no! Do you not like them? Is it the color? I can fix that!"

The roses turned a blood red. Her face lightened up a bit. The roses turned yellow. She showed me a smile. The roses turned pink. She started to giggle. They turned purple, and she chuckled out loud quietly.

"Oh! Idea! This is a dream! So I'll just make them all the colors!"

Then the bouquet became a rainbow. One rose of every color in existence was present. I handed the flowers back over to Luna. I saw how she was now laughing, and I cracked up too.

"T-thou art' a riot Vanessa! And we truly appreciate the flowers."

The roses had a blue light around the stems and floated out of my hands and over to Luna's side.

"Awwwww! It was nothin'! Literally! All I did was think of roses and 'poof!' there they were!" I clapped my hands together and found myself sitting on a green sofa with black pillows.

"So Celestia was worried about me, and asked you to check on me in my sleep. Is that right?"

"Correct Vanessa."

I smiled and put a hand up to halt her, "Please Luna, my friends tend to call me Toxic. It's my nickname back home. And we are friends now, right?"

She smiled and nodded her head rapidly. Seriously, I was worried her horn would fling off or something! "Yes! We art' friends now!"

Suddenly the world around us flashed white for a few seconds and shook.

"We would love to talk," Luna smiled softly "but it seems thou are waking now."

I saw the white flash again and the room started to fade away. "Shame," I said "oh well! That means I can meet you in real life next time!"

We laughed one more time together.

"Goodbye for now… our friend," Luna said before fading away from existence with the rest of my house.

"See you soon, friend." And then I woke up.

Second chapter! WooHoo! But man am I TIRED! It's almost 11:30 and I really need to get tuh' bed! I should not be up this late when my parents are home. They would kill me if they knew about this! 'YAAAAWWWWNNNNNNN!' Tired! Ok, hope you guys enjoyed it! I really have to get some sleep.