My Little Pony Friendship is Magic

The Six Lost Souls

Chapter 4. Rainbow Dash.

Martie clicked on the third portrait which took us to another profile on . It was a fairly, decent looking boy with pale apricot skin, short, platinum blonde hair, and bright, ocean, blue eyes. In his picture he was holding a football and was wearing a blue and white football jersey, with the mascot logo from our school. I soon figured that he was clearly the inspiration for Rainbow Dash. His name was Owen Lennox.

Owen was waiting in the lobby of the hospital while he heard his mother's screams of agony in the emergency room. "Push!" He heard the voices yell, "Push!". He then heard the cry of a baby. The door to the delivery room swung open as his father, Julian, emerged with a wide smile on his face.

"Come in!" Julian shouted in a happy voice, "it's a boy!"

Owen got up and walked inside the delivery room. His mother, Sarah, had a bright smile on her face. Deep in her arms was a newborn baby. Tears of joy streamed down her face.

"He's beautiful," Sarah cried, "The most precious thing ever."

Julian patted Sarah's shoulder, "What will you name him?" He asked in a calm voice.

"Randy," Sarah replied, "He's just so adorable. I love him more than anything."

Owen felt his heart sink. Sadly, what he thought would happen came true. Everyday, his parents would neglect him to adore and cater to there new baby. Even with Owen being one of the best players on the football team, he never really had any friends at all. His teammates only communicated with him while he was playing football with them, and the unpopular boys were too jealous to talk to him. Not only did Owen have any friends, he also felt he lost his parent's love.

Months passed and soon the school announced that they were having a new football game on March 11th. If they won, they'd be entered into the championship. Owen looked at this as an opportunity, not only to impress his other teammates, but to also get his parents to be proud of him.

That day after school, Owen made his way to Coach Greenfield's office. Coach Greenfield seemed very happy to see him.

"Welcome Owen," Coach Greenfield spoke in a happy voice, "What did you come over for?"

"It's just that I'm a little nervous about the game," Owen replied in a jittery, concerned voice, "I just really want us to win."

"Don't worry pal," Coach Greenfield laughed, putting his hand on Owen's shoulder, "We all know you'll win. You should see the way you are out there. The other teammates won't admit it, but you're the best player on our team."
Owen slowly tilted his head down and sighed in a sorrow voice, "But my parents don't think so…"

Coach Greenfield became confused, "Why do you mean?" he asked, concerned.

"My mom and dad had a new son," Owen sighed, "it's been three months and all they seem to care about is him. They don't even pay me any attention."

"Oh that's not true," Coach Greenfield laughed, "They love you. They're just still excited about their new baby, but I'll tell you one thing. If you win this game, it'll surely make them proud."

"I know, that's why I came here," Owen calmly replied, "Can you please give me extra training?"

Coach Greenfield stared at him with a confused look on his face, "It's really not necessary at all, but if your really up too it, sure," he replied with a smile on his face.

To his shock, Owen grabbed him and held him close in a tight embrace, "Thank you so much!" he cried, "You're the best coach ever!"

"Um… not a problem," Coach Greenfield replied, with his lungs out of breath.

Over the next few days, Owen would practice for hours with Coach Greenfield. All he could think about was winning. Every day he was on the football field, practicing, and every night he'd be in the basement lifting weights.

He became so desperately determined that he logged onto his computer one night, and searched for where he could find enhancement steroids. Once he found a site where he could order some from, he stole his mother's credit card and used it to order them. But what he didn't know was, that he had a mild heart condition, that the steroids and intense training made worse. He'd never find this out until it was too late…

It was an early afternoon in the football yard. The crowd was roaring with excitement as the footballers stepped into position. "I got this," Owen said to himself, "I know I can do it!"

When the referee blew the whistle, the game had begun. Owen was on fire. His body was filled with energy. He scored touchdown after touchdown. The crowd cheered his name, and he felt like he was on top of the world. In the middle of the third quarter, something went terribly wrong.

Owen was sprinting to the homerun mark, until he felt a sharp, burning pain in his chest. He tumbled to the ground as he lost balance. His heart was thumbing intensely hard. He heard the crowd gasp all he laid down on the grass. He paralyzed and couldn't move anything. Everything in his sight soon turned blurry and started fading to black.

"Someone!" Coach Greenfield shouted, "Call 911! Quick!" those were the last words Owen would ever hear again.

Owen was rushed to the hospital by paramedics. He was in a deep coma. The doctors tried there best to keep him alive, but after four days, he was pronounced dead. The autopsy reveled that he have had a heart attack. His parents grieved over his death for a short amount of time, but they later pulled themselves together to raise their new child. In less than a few years, they completely forgot that their own first son ever existed.

"That's horrible," I cried, while trying my best to hold back my tears, "It's really sad that he became that desperate. All he wanted was his parents to love him."

"It's even more sad that he didn't have any friends either," Marty replied staring up at me with his teary blue eyes. "Let's see what happened to the next boy," Marty added, as he clicked the back button on the browser.