Life’s greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.

She heard the screaming sounds of anger and resentment. The sounds of two ponies, who are supposed to love each other, yelling aggressively, dubbing one another despicable names.

A lonely filly lay in her bed, forced to listen to the roars of hate that vibrated just outside her bedroom door. She shivered as tears started to dwell in her eyes. She heard the sounds in her mind, over and over again. The two in the hallway would always scream. They would always speak in foul tones and angry words. Day, night, dinner time… It never mattered what type of day it was… When the two were in the same room, the screaming never stopped.

The yelling became even louder now. The little filly dug under her covers, clutching her pink, stuffed dog closely. Her body quivered in fear as the voices pierced through the veil of little kittens. Tears were swelling in her eyes and swimming down her cheeks. She wanted to sob... She wanted them to hear her crying, but she knew what would happen if she did. She kept her mouth closed as tightly as she could.

The sounds grew louder. A thud was heard with one of the voices calling the other a name. She didn’t know what it was, but he called her that all the time and he was always angry when he did.

She looked down at her dog doll. The dog looked back at her with its beady little eyes. They looked so kind and gentle. She would often imagine it was like a real dog that would lick her face and tickle her skin as she bounced around with it. She smiled as she the thought of the dog magically springing to life and playing with her filled her imagination. She would run with it, play in the park, and love each other. It made her smile as a field of flowers appeared in her mind. The dog urged to follow, letting out yelps of joy as it made its way through the field.

However, another scream from the voice in the hall broke her out of her dream world and back into the small room she was trapped in. The screaming continued as she held the doll tightly. She silently asked for it all to stop. She dared not raised her voice. She dared not speak. She knew what would happen if she did. The screaming would only get worse. Then the hurting would begin. She hated it when it hurt. That’s why she had to be quiet. She didn’t want to hurt.

Long moments passed by slowly as she continued to listen, desperately trying to fall to sleep. She closed her eyes as she embraced the doll tightly. She silently whimpered as the voices carried themselves clearly through her closed door.

A large pounding sound was heard and then the screaming ended.

The filly slowly opened her eyes. The screaming was over. She almost smiled, but she knew it wasn’t going to end. The screaming would never end. But she knew she could be comforted. She knew there was a pony in the hallway that would comfort her. She would make it all better.

The filly slowly and silently removed the covers from her head. She waited for a moment when the door to the house would open and the yelling to start again. She waited, but there was no sound. She smiled as tears started to stream down her face. She knew it was safe. Safe to go outside her room. Safe from the hurt. She made her way off the bed and gradually motioned towards the doorway, silently wondering why the door to her room hadn’t opened yet. She always came in the room after he left, to make sure the filly was asleep.

The filly never was. The yelling would keep her awake. She would always come in to find her in tears. Sometimes, he would come back and the yelling would start over. Nights were always restless.

She started to twist the doorknob slowly. The door creaked as it opened. She silently poked her head out into the hallway. It was not a long way to a big pony, but for a little pony like her, it was a very big hallway. The silence made it bigger. There were no pictures on the wall, only holes where he had hit his hooves.

She didn’t like him. But he wasn’t here. He was outside the door to the house. He was gone.

The filly steadily put one hoof in front of the other. The hallway towered around her as the filly made her way down it, poking her head around the corner in hopes of seeing the pony she wanted to see. But there was something odd about the hallway. It flashed with blue lights. It came from the other room. She started to shake as the blue light seemed to make the surroundings even scarier. She looked into the room just outside the hallway. The T.V was on and on the screen there was a pony talking to the pony in the large chair.

But she never watched T.V. Never. She would always come to the filly’s room, not turn on the T.V. She wondered why things weren’t the same. She put a single hoof in the room and finally, her little voice exited her throat.

“Mommy.”

A face then came from behind the chair. A face that haunted her. The face of a stallion, his face covered in tiny hairs on his chin, his eyes pointed straight at her. Those eyes were frightening to look at. A bottle sat within the stallion’s grasp. The bottle made him do things. The bottle was evil. He glared at the little filly as he picked himself off the chair.

“I told you to go to bed!”

The filly slowly backed away. She wanted to run, to scream, to move, but nothing came of it. She could only stand in the hallway, paralyzed as the towering shadow came over her. As he approached her, tears filled her eyes and fell down her face, soaking her cheeks along the way.

“Quit your crying!” he shouted. The stallion lifted his hoof.

As the sight beheld her eyes, she instantly closed and held her doll tightly, knowing she was going to hurt again.

Author's Notes:

Thank you all for reading.

For the rest of this piece, I would ask for some proofreaders. If you are interested, please send me a private message or make a comment with your email address and I will send you the next chapter as soon as it is ready. This one will be a slow progress since I have a million different ideas going through my head right now, but rest assured, I will finish this with the end of the year. So again, thank you for reading and I'll catch you later. Take care.