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/emo/ Unstable Symphony, chp 8 (Alternate Ending)
By NHanonCreated: 2020-10-23 15:55:09
Expiry: Never
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>You pause in front of the mail boxes.
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>It wouldn’t hurt to check, right?
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>No point, not like anypony wants to write to you
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>Heading upstairs to your apartment, you enter the empty home.
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“I’m home.”
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>Silence greets you.
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>Dropping your bags, you pull out the bottle you bought.
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>You head into the living room and put on a record.
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“Some music will help me relax while I drink.”
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>’You do know that drinking will only make it worse.’
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“I don’t care.”
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>’We’ll see about that.’
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>Opening the bottle, the smell bucks you in the face.
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“A little strong.”
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>You pour yourself a glass and prepare yourself.
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“I remember others saying I should down it in one go, so here goes nothing.”
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>Quickly mimicking what you’ve seen, the liquor goes down your throat.
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>It feels like your throat is on fire, and you start coughing.
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>’Bad move Connie.’
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>Your body heaves, and eventually the coughing slows down.
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“How do ponies drink this?!”
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>A small bit of warmth starts to course through you.
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>’Look at you, a drinker now. Are you going to whore yourself out too?’
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“Shut up.”
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>You pour another glass and drink it just like before.
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>And like before, you cough again.
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>’Keep drinking, maybe you’ll do something right and die.’
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“I said shut up.”
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>The warmth grows, and you don’t feel as hollow.
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“More is the answer, right?”
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>Filling another glass, you down it this time without coughing.
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>’Going to keep drinking to shut down the truth? You know the orchestra already is judging you.’
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“Fuck off.”
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>’When they smell the alcohol on your breath, they will get rid of you for sure.’
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>You shake your head, you feel a little woozy.
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“No, this is just temporary. The doctor will get back to me and everything will be fine.”
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>Taking another drink, the hollowness you felt is gone.
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>However, you start to feel sad.
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>’There is no cure for what Eri is going through remember? Since you’re a bigger freak, there isn’t one for you either. You’re fucked Connie.’
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>Without warning a sob escapes.
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“No.”
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>’You’ve already ruined your career, your friendships, and now, your life.’
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“I didn’t mean to do it, it was an accident.”
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>’They don’t see it that way. Remember how Feather only cared about herself? Remember how she lied to you?’
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>You hunch over and more tears escape.
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“She’s my friend, she didn’t lie to me.”
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>’Wow, you actually believe that? What kind of pony would be your friend? You’ve always been awkward, don’t you remember how the other foals ignored you?’
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>You try to ignore it and finish the bottle.
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“Why isn’t this working? I don’t want to hurt.”
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>’You’ve always been alone, you’re a freak and a loser. Do the world a favor and end it all Connie.’
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>Sobbing, you cry out.
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“No, please stop this!”
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>’Stop? No! It’s high time you hear the truth, from yourself no less. No pony loves you and you’re a waste of space.’
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>Falling from the stool you curl into a ball crying.
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>’You can’t escape this, not anymore. This is what you really want, to finally be free.’
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>Mind keeps racing, heart is pounding, and your vision is blurry.
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“No! I don’t want that.”
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>’Stop lying to yourself! Death is what you really want, so die already you freak of nature!”
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>Coughing, you barely whisper out.
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“I can’t do this, I don’t want to.”
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>’MAKE IT EASY ON YOURSELF, SLIT YOUR FUCKING THROAT!’
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>Grabbing your own head, you bash it off the ground.
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>Each hit is agonizing, but the thoughts don’t stop.
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>’THAT ISN’T ENOUGH CONNIE! DO IT! END YOUR PATHETIC EXCUSE YOU CALL A LIFE!’
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>Your throat aches, and you desperately try to fight back
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“No, make it stop!”
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>’DO IT!’
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>Finally, you have had enough.
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>Standing, you grab the bottle and shatter it against the table.
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“No more thoughts, no pain, no more want, no more worry!”
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>Holding the broken bottle in your hoof, you shake violently.
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>Just as you’re about to bring it to your neck, you hesitate for a second.
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>A small thought pulls its way through.
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>Don’t do this.
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>’DON’T BE A COWARD, FINISH THE JOB CONNIE!’
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>Shaking your head, you focus once more.
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“Time to go asleep.”
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>In one movement, you bring the broken bottle across your neck.
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>Agony fills your senses and you stumble.
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>Words no longer escape.
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>Your legs give out from underneath you and you fall to the ground.
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>All you can hear the record playing.
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>You’ve always loved this song.
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>Laying there, you stare at the ceiling.
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>It gets colder, but the pain finally ends.
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>The thoughts are gone finally.
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>It feels like you’re slipping into a warm bath.
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>So soothing.
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>Vision is fading fast.
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>But it’s okay
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>Free at last.
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