I woke up. Sunlight filled my eyes. I could hear a faint banging of plates from next door.
"Vinyl!!!" I shout "What have I told you about my antiques!?"
Silence.
"I was just trying to make a cheese sandwich man." She pipes up after a while. I sigh and walk into the kitchen where vinyl was sitting on the counter. I walked in circles for a bit,wondering if I should clean my cello.
"Hey Octavia?" Vinyl swung her feet on the counter. "There's a party in ponyville tonight. Wanna come?" She paused "eh,who am I kiddin. You will probably be practicing you cello."
"I'm sorry you feel that way vinyl." And with that I walked out.
Me and vinyl have always been like sisters. Sharing a house in equestria and everything.But lately it seems like we've been drifting apart. Last night was no exeption. She told me I was lame and went to a rock concert that happened to be on that night. EVERYPONY went to it,leaving me....the wallflower. Vinyl had just come back and I am going to talk some sense into her. She shut the door waving goodbye to her friend neon lights.
"Heyyyyy Octavia" she says with a guilty smile.
"Don't hey me." I whisper
"What have you been...er....doing?"
I frown "nothing."
"Oh Octavia,don't be like this. C'mon. It was your cello concert after all."
I frown even more and raise my voice slightly "that was next week"
Vinyl was frowning now "oh. Octavia...I'm.....I'm...I'm sorry man. I didn't relise."
I was shouting now. "But your not are you?! You always treat me like a piece of dirt! I wish you'd just....you'd just........get a life and stop ruining mine!"
I could feel vinyls sadness,there where hot tears running down her face,dripping onto the ground that she has never cleaned once.
"Vinyl...." She sniffs "please....let us talk about it....please"
"NO!" I roar,in a voice only my parents had heard before. "IM LEAVING!" I shout. Before I left a old friend,pinkie pie came through the door. "What's going on?!" She asked.
"Ask her!!" I reply,grabbing onto my
cello and leaving. This time it was me slamming the door.
Who needs friends when you have music?! I guess not me. It's been fifteen days since I had left and vinyl had taken over. I'm suprised that the house hasn't set fire yet. I'm currently living underneath a apple tree,playing my music in exchange as money. I never knew any of the pony's,so it's like I was made to rot and die on the streets. Like equestria sent down a message saying 'she's pathetic' or somthing. I've currently just finished a solo for a filly. Great sorrow in my music. Now I've got some money I can just buy a small cup of Apple juice from applejack. "Octavia!" I heard a voice. Was it the princess come to give me a home? No,one of vinyls friends,probably rarity,was running towards me,hair bobbing in the wing,covered in spray. "I'm sorry." She says to me. What in ponyville was she talking about?! "Ya'know vinyls...." She stopped "you don't know do you?" I shook my head like a told of filly in a lesson. She got out a newspaper,the first thing I saw was 'party obsessed pony died on 17 march in tradgic air balloon accident. Instantly my eyes filled with tears. How could I had been so stupid?! Walking out on her like that,what sort of friend am I?!
"You can still see her,she's at filly gate hospital. I looked up at the powdered pony. "Thank you.." I whisper and start walking.
"Let me in!" I shout to the nurse outside the door that vinyl is dyeing in. Also outside the door was a light purple pony,a bright pink pony and a small dragon. I think they where whispering about me. The nurse nodded over to me as a sigh of I could could come in now. I walked over to her bed and wiped a tear away from my already red face. She looked so peaceful there. I strocked her mane,now not ashamed to cry. Then I found it. A note buried in her pocket.
Dear octavia,
I'm writing this in a hot air balloon.
It's late and dark,but I'm not tired. The stars in the sky are amazing. If I could grab one,is grab it for you.
I've been horrible. I really a-
That's when it stopped. That's when it crashed and landed on a tree. There is hope in Someone's world. Just not mine.