It was a stormy night. The trees were blowing in the wind, the rain and lightning fused together to create an eerie experience. The sounds of tires riding over dirt could be heard. The boy looked over to his sister and attempted a fake smile. She did the same in return.

"I hate you both so much...YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME!" The boy looked forward to see his dad drinking, as always. Ever since the boy's mother had died of an unknown illness, his dad had got depressed, turned to the drink, and never stopped. Because of said drink, he had become enraged with the two, blaming them for his wife's death. The boy never really understood why he blamed them, but he knew one thing. He missed his mother every single second of every single day. To hear his dad shouting like that....it upset him. Badly. And he wasn't the only one upset. His sister wasn't much better. She stayed silent most of the time since their mum’s death. She hardly EVER said a word.

The boy was pretty much the same. He had stayed pretty silent too since his mother’s death. He had also got bullied and still was getting bullied at school by a bunch of older lads who would beat him up, call him names, steal his lunch money; the usual stuff. This made things a lot worse for the boy as it made him feel more worthless than his dad ever did or could.

The boy turned to look to his left and saw his notebook and crayons. He loved to draw, but ever since his mother passed, he'd been using it as a way to communicate rather than speaking. Sometimes, he wondered if he even knew how to speak anymore. He took his notebook and crayons with him everywhere. To school, to his bedroom, and hell, even to the bathroom. The boy and the notebook were inseparable.

He saw his sister’s hand reach out to him and touch him on the leg. He turned to face her and he saw that she also had her notebook with her. She practically treated hers like the boy treated his. She grabbed her crayon and started writing something. She held it up to his face and he read it in his mind.

"When will daddy stop being mad at us?"

The boy grabbed his notebook and crayon and started writing a reply. He showed it to her when he had finished.

"I don't know."

Her hopeful smile turned into a sad expression as she started sobbing. The boy tried to comfort her by hugging her, but his father intervened. He turned around and spat at them.

"Pfft. Why are you crying you little bitch? It's not you who's lost something. IT'S ME!"

That hurt the boy more than the bullies ever could. He was very protective of his sister. He loved her to bits. Whenever his dad treated her badly, he really got annoyed. Anger welling up inside him was something he wasn't really used to and he didn't like at all.

When he didn't get a response, his dad reached over and slapped her. Never in his life had he hit his children. The boy was enraged. If anybody ever touched his sister, he got mad. REAL mad. He grabbed his crayons and paper and wrote something down. He showed it to his dad.

"Leave her alone. She has nothing to do with mummy's death."

His father nearly exploded with rage as reached for the boy and grabbed him by the hair. He started screaming in his face. "DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT TO DO YOU LITTLE SHIT! YOU ARE NOTHING, YOU HERE ME? YOU AND THAT LITTLE BITCH BESIDE YOU! NOTHING!"

The next thing what happened was something that his dad had never thought would happen. The boy kicked and screamed, shouting "LET GO OF ME!" It was the first time he'd talked in ages. Every kick missed until one connected with his father's jaw and nearly broke his nose. Of course, his father had been too drunk and wasn't looking at the wheel for so long that he'd ended up steering further into the forest. He was originally driving them to their tree house that they had built in the forest a while back to abandon them there. It was their place of sanctum and peace. It was a way to get away from everything. But now, because of their father, it looked like they weren't going to make it. The next thing they knew, the car crashed into a tree and before the boy or the sister could do anything, and because they didn't have their seat belts on, they were ejected out of the car, through the glass windshield and hit the ground straight on with so much force that it broke nearly every bone in the lower part of their bodies. The boy managed, somehow, to look up and see that they had landed by the tree house. He smiled and everything went black.

There was complete silence in the forest. All that could be heard was the wind. That was until footsteps were heard.  The sounds of something scurrying away as a silhouette of a young boy came through the bushes and looked at the forest, confused. He knew that this was the forest that was home to his tree house, but it didn't feel the same. Whenever he had come here before, it had felt calm and peaceful. Now, it felt like something was....wrong. Very wrong. The boy continued to walk through the forest. He had woken up in the grass. He looked for his notebook and tried to find his sister, but to no avail. He really needed to find his sister. She was the only thing he truly cared about. He didn't really want to think what happened to his dad, nor did he care.

After about an hour of walking, he spotted something. It looked like a bear trap of some kind. He had seen it before when he saw an animal in the forest get caught in one. He cautiously stepped over it and missed it by an inch. He looked at the bear trap and noticed that it was bigger than any other bear trap that he'd ever seen. He turned around and started walking again, noticing a few little fat chubby creatures on the way. They reminded him of frogs. They ran away whenever he got too close, so they weren't really a danger. As he was walking, he started to think about his sister and if she was okay. He really hoped that nothing had happened to her.

He continued on and eventually found a giant tree. He went up to it only to be surprised by a giant spider that came from behind the tree. He went up to it slowly, and before he could do anything, it raised its leg and impaled him straight through the head.

The sun was shining down onto Twilight's head as she woke up from her slumber. She threw the covers off, stood up, went to the mirror and noticed that she had bed head. She sighed with annoyance.

"I'll deal with it later. It's not like I have to go anywhere right now, anyway."

She walked over to her window and looked through to see the sun high up in the sky. A large smile formed on her face.

"Ah. Nothing better than waking up to Celestia's sun. I can tell this is already going to be a great day!"

She really thought that it was going to be a great day. Until she heard screaming from the next room. She sighed once more.

"Oh well. Was good while it lasted."