some tw's for this thing -Sh -Gore probably -Starvation -Abusive parents -Death & Fear -Depression & anxiety -Homophobic characters -Bullying if thats what you want to call it goddamn this is gonna be ****ed up uhm anyway

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yummy if I do say so myself anyway the books gonna be on a different chain, that one down there ⬇

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I push myself out of bed. and I only push myself out of bed because my Mom wont stop yelling at me that my dinner is ready. I already knew dinner was ready and I didnt need the five hundred reminders. I press my hooves to the floor and sigh, I was already half asleep. Its almost dark and you aren't supposed to be around the house past dark, so my mother should be in bed as well. But she isn't. I can hear my little sister yapping in her room, she's probably reading another one of those books about old humans and dinosaurs and how we weren't meant to exist. I walk to the door to my room, then down the hallway, and then into the living room. My mother is waiting there for me, and she's upset. I know she's upset because when I look up at her face from my downturned point of view I can see her frown, and how her eyebrows are moved in such a way on her forehead it creates a large wrinkle down the middle of her face. Her arms are crossed, and her hair is oily, she's probably not had the chance to take a bath since

she was out for work all day. ``I have been waiting for you for thirty minutes. thirty minutes is far longer than it takes the average ***** to get her food! I want you to eat this full plate in front of me, I don't care if it gets dark.`` She's pointing at my plate of salad, it's a large plate, because she knows I can't eat that much and she's trying to piss me off. I sit down at the table and start to eat my food. I don't speak to my mother because she's busy yelling at me about how all the stuff that's happened to her today is my fault, and if I interrupted that I'd earn myself a slap across the face. In human tales fauns are always mystical and peaceful. I wish I could live in that world with cherry pink heart streamers in the air instead of this one. I'm at the halfway point of my food and I feel my mother go quiet, even though I've zoned out her yelling. She's been yelling on my wrong side anyway, I'm deaf in my right ear so it is easier to avoid her. ``You arent listening to me, you arent ****ing

listening, did you hear a single thing I said.`` My mothers voice is soft and flat now, I've already screwed myself by being quiet this long so I stay quiet. It's not to spite her, I just feel the need to prepare- My mother grabs a handful of my salad and smears it on my face, screaming at me to the point that other people could probably hear her from outside. I try to cover my face but it's already too late, there's no point. ``Think about this the next time you focus more on your food then your mother. Im taking a shower, you on the other hand, arent. You're going to school like that, now go to your room.`` I nod to my mother as she stomps to the bathroom, I feel a clog deep in my throat and tingling around my eyes and nose, I wipe my eyes violently, letting out a shaking sigh as snot starts to drip from my nose. this isn't fair. this isn't fair and I shouldn't have to do this almost every other day, because my mother is always either out with her boyfriend having sex and doing drugs she gets from human

stashes, or working all day until the night i about to fall. When I read books that humans write about us we're always so soft hearted and so far from humans, but we're so close to them it scares me. I shove myself up and run to my room, locking my door behind me and sitting on the edge of my bed, gritting my teeth and weeping gurgled sobs as tears start to form lines down my cheeks. After at least five minutes I stand back up, wipe my eyes and grab a tissue from my desk. I spit on it, which is disgusting I know, and wipe my face with the damp tissue, trying to get some of the tomato juice off of my face. My life has been falling to pieces ever since my sister was born and I hate her with a passion deep in my heart, but she's also the only one I love besides my friends. I go back into the hallway and walk to the other end, walking into my sister's room on the left. She's sitting up under the covers of her bed, hugging her stuffed animals and talking to herself. I sit at the side of her bed, watching her as

she shuffles around to get out from under the covers. ``Olive!`` She smiles at me, her ears perked up and her hair poofed around from the static of her blankets. I smile back at her, even though my cheeks are still damp, and she pulls me into a hug, swaying me in her arms. She rests her head on my shoulders for a moment, before moving to stare at me again `` You must hear about this book I've found! it's written by humans, about dragons cove! Oh, how I wish to go to dragons cove someday, it would be amazing!`` My sister has always spoken in the polite way of olden human times, she's been obsessed with them since she was born. ``Mother wasn't very nice today, hm? Then again she is like this every night she is here. oh well, I say.`` She sighed, pouting dramatically for a second before turning to me again ``You are okay?`` I nod at her, I know it's not a very genuine response when she sounded concerned. ``You should be in your room! oh how did I know remember, it is dark! you know the home rules.`` She frowns,

holding my hand as she stands up on her awkward shaped legs, walking me to her door and opening it for me. She squeezes my hand tightly twice before shutting the door behind me, which means she heard everything. I turn around to face her room but the door is already locked, I hear it click. I blink slowly for a moment, and wonder if I should wait for my mother to leave the bathroom, to wash my face. But then I remember the whole 'going to school like this' thing. I run my fingers gently against the wood of my sister's door and I suddenly hold my breath. I hear the door to the bathroom rattling shit shit shit, my mothers already out of the shower. I turn to my room, oh my god this hallway is long, and sprint to my room, my hooves sliding me forward as I clamber on the carpet splayed in the middle of the floor, I grab my door handle and push myself in my room, taking a quick and shallow breath as I close the door behind me, locking it. Did I lock it? I gamble the knob, yeah, I think I did. I unlock and relock

the door, just to be sure, and then I do it a second time, because maybe it didn't click the first time. I sigh and turn to look at my bed, scanning my blankets and making sure there's no mother under my bed to scream at me for leaving my room. I then rip my pillows and sheets and blankets off my bed in a spit of rage. Taking slow and deep breaths for a moment before grabbing my sheet by the two front corners, and laying it on my bed, straightening it out and pulling off some of my hair before adding the blanket, its hand knitted and it's always felt disgusting, but mother won't buy a new one. I set my pillows down in the middle of my bed, stepping back to gaze at my work before sliding into my bed, pulling the covers up to my chest and resting my arms on my sides, looking up at the ceiling and closing my eyes, reaching to my left and turning off my lamp. I lay with my eyes closed, trying to sleep. But I hear something outside, something rattling like bones near my window. I squeeze my eyes as shut as I can

get them and hold my breath, but it doesn't go away. I build up the confidence and open my eyes, shoving myself out of bed and looking out my window, but there's nothing there, only some weird looking sticks and bushes laying around.

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I wake up to shouting, and banging on my window, I try my best to pry my eyes open, but it never happens. I open the window from the comfort of my bed, oh wait nevermind I imagined that. I put my pillow over my face and groan into it, my body shivering because I've had to wake up way too fast. I sit up bluntly to get my brain to function, and snap my head to the window to the left of my bed. My eyes still aren't open all the way and my whole face is dry but I can make out a figure banging on my window and pointing at the sky, oh shit. The sun is up all the way, ****. I'm late for school. I practically jump out of my bed, fumbling forward on my hooves and scrambling to open my window. One of my friends, named Alexis Silverstone (A name I always hated but never told her about) Jumps into my room with me. She smacks my face, and then smacks it again. ``You slept in again! you ****ing dumby, you're giving us both detention!`` She shouts at me, pushing me to my closet and throwing a yellow sweater and a long white

skirt at me. I frown, rubbing flaky tomato juice remainings out of my eyes. ``OW ****`` shittttt I got it IN my eyes. Alexis half sighs, half groans and shoves her nails deep into my eyes, digging the gunk and tomato juice off (and out of) my eyes. I push her away, laugh-crying and smiling at her ``Rude, could've asked first.`` She frowns at me ``Ask to save your life from the attacks of eye pain? No.`` we laugh together for a second and then she covers her eyes and turns around. ``Hurry up before we're even more late.`` I change, kicking her when she tries to look at me. ``Perv.`` I smile at her and turn her around once I'm done changing, waving at myself. ``Don't I look so good in your fashion choices.`` Alexis looks me up and down for a long time, smiling once satisfied at my looks. ``You're good enough, its screaming faggot though.`` I shove her, and she smacks my hands ``If anyones the faggot here its you!`` We stand there laughing, abusing each other, and laughing some more, more or less because of

what's gone on in these first 15 minutes of my being awake-ness. Alexis is the first to walk out the door, and I follow her, still shivering because my body is way too weak to pump blood and think clearly this quickly. My sister has already left, and I know this because there's a note on the front door. 'I'm safe, went to studies early' And the time she left the house, sunrise. goddamn that girl is an early bird. Alexis swings the door open, almost hitting me in the face with it, and she charges out, grabbing my hand and pulling me outside, shutting the door behind us. We run for about 5 seconds before slowing down to a walk. Neither of us can handle this kind of exercise before school, there's no level of awake to go running until you've had your ears yelled off by a pedo teacher getting paid minimum wage. We walk down the trail of houses upon houses upon houses thats our road, little kids are running around and their parents are screaming at them, but I can't help zoning out, staring at my best friends

perfect face, she's always been the prettiest person I knew, her blue eyes were light, but not so light they scared you, and her hair was always perfect, and not to mention her speckled face, she was beautiful. I run into a wall, Alexis starts laughing and I can feel my nose sting, don't get a bloody nose don't get a bloody nose- I got a bloody nose. I feel a bit of warmth trickle down my face and Alexis cringes. ``It's bad, isn't it.`` ``Nah, you just look homeless now, here.`` She shoves tissues up my nostrils and I gasp, frowning at her. ``thanks for saving my life, again.`` Alexis snorts at me, slapping me for the fiftieth time today ``I did save you from a stained shirt, loser.`` She grabs my hand again and pulls me back into motion. We make a sharp right, merchant pleads immediately entering our ears, I wince at the noise, but Alexis seems unphased. ``I don't know how you put up with this noise.`` I sigh as we jump over a pile of dog shit, coughing at the smell in my mouth, I can smell dog shit in my

****ing mouth, ew. We continue walking down the crowded streets for a while and then Alexis yanks us both to the left, to our school. We walk inside and the receptionist frowns. ``Silverstone. Barding.`` He's in the middle of writing something on a piece of paper, oh. it's the detention list, how ironic. ``Hello mr. River!`` Alexis chirps, she's so much better at sounding innocent than me, so it makes sense she's the one that talks. River nods and points down the hall. ``Hurry up. History.`` We both smile at River in unison, and then run down the halls to our lockers, scrambling to get our stuff, I grab a sketchbook, and a pen, and Alexis is carrying a ugly ass notebook. I cringe at her and point at said ugly notebook, and she nods and smiles nervously. ``I know, my dad made it.`` ``Of course your dad made it, god.`` I pinch my eyes and we begin to walk to class, it's only down the hallway and to the right. We sit down next to each other in the back of the class, everybody looks at us, but none of them seem

surprised, the teacher keeps teaching, and the students keep listening. I open up my sketchbook, flipping through the pages until I find one that empty, which is near the back of the book. I pull the tissues out of my nostrils because of how hard it is to breathe, and I'm decently confident my nose has already stopped bleeding. I doodle little faces, their semi realistic, but mainly on the cartoony side. I mess with expressions and the details of the person I'm drawing, mainly using my classmates as reference. Alexis kicks my hoof with her own, pointing at something with her pen, I follow her gaze to the window to see something sifting in the sky. My mouth droops open a bit out of awe at a group of dragons flying across the sky, two of them play fighting mid air, tumbling through the clouds. I look back to Alexis and she smiles at me, her ears flopping up and down with happiness, I always loved that about her. She mouths something at me, I'm assuming it was along the lines of `Cool, right?` but I couldn't

really tell. I look back into the sky again, and the group of dragons has already gone out of sight, I barely catch a sight of a wing tip but that's about it. I look at the board the teach has been poking at with her ruler. I've only been half listening about the subject, and I already know what shes talking about. Human wars, evaluation and shit, nothing worth our grade.

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