Title:           One Heart - 3. Call Out
Author:          Slasher_Science
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First Edit:      Tuesday 5th of August 2014 05:13:03 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 5th of August 2014 05:13:03 PM CDT

3. Call Out
 
 
 It seems as though Anon is out.
 
You wake up a little before noon. Earlier than recent days.
You roll over off your back and onto your stomach. Ignoring the knowledge that your mane and coat are a mess, you look out of the window.
 
The sun is obscured by the clouds.
 
It seems that you have lost the will to get started on the day before it even started.
 
"Who cares?"
 
It's not like you had anything to do.
There was no set schedule for you to adhere to. The freedom and ennui that came with being unemployed.
 
A quick glance at the case in the corner of your room makes your stomach take an uncomfortable turn.
Playing the cello right now would most likely result in a smashed instrument and an even more disheveled mane.
 
You rub a hoof over your face and sigh.
 
How could you be the one to offer solace to a friend in need when you couldn't even help yourself?
You had lost your job.
Lost the colleagues you adored.
 
How long before this house would follow?
Why couldn't you tell him?
 
You place your chin to the sheets and call out to an empty house-
 
A reaction.
 
A mixture of fast-set boredom and dependence.
How it was something so foreign to you.
 
"Anon, where are you?"
 
From the front of the house, you hear a knock on the door.
 
-
 
You are tired.
Absolutely exhausted.
And yet here you are, sitting in Rarity's home. Or was it her business?
 
Either way, she had seen you on the street and called out to you. Even though you felt as though you should be back at Octavia's, you went to the fashionable pony.
 
She wasn't your type.
 
Of all the ponies you knew in this town, Rarity was probably the least likely you'd hang out with.
Oh, the drama.
Oh, the pedantics.
Oh, the annoyance.
 
Still, you had nothing better to do.
There was no fire in your shoes and anything that could distract you from the drunken self-destructive state you were in could be considered constuctive.
 
"Anon, I mean no offense, but you look absolutely dreadful."
 
You turn and look in one of the many mirrors.
Hollow eyes look back at you. The bags under them have grown. Your hair looks a little greasy. Scratchy looking stuble is making an appearance on your face.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
 
You look back to her. She has a worried expression and tilts her head. "Would you like to talk about something?"
You've never heard Rarity speak with a caring voice. Both of you stare at eachother for a bit.
It's like an unseen force takes control over your mouth.
 
Before you know it, everything comes spilling out of your mouth.
 
Maybe it's because you're tired. Or it could be the booze. Maybe it's just that you actually wanted someone to talk to.
You tell Rarity everything that has happened the past few days and nights.
She listens the whole time and never interrupts.
 
When you finish, Rarity shakes here head. "Normally I would jump at this kind of drama, but now, I don't know what to say..."
"You don't have to say anything. Thanks for listening though."
 
Rarity opens her mouth to speak, but there's a knock on the door.
She gets up to answer it.
When she's gone, you look down into your tea cup.
 
Why does it feel like you're missing something?
 
You told her about what happened with Applejack. And how you had gone to stay with Octavia.
But what happened in between? What happened after you had left and gone to the bar?
You got completely hammered and then...
 
The next day you woke up at someone's house before you stumbled to Octavia's.
 
The owner of the house was...
 
"Fluttershy?"
 
The yellow pony walks into the room behind Rarity.
Rarity smiles, "Hope you don't mind dear, I invited Fluttershy over yesterday."
 
Fluttershy smiles at you, something odd about her eyes.
Like she's undressing you.
 
Bits and pieces start coming back.
 
You remember her carrying you back to her cottage.
She takes you inside.
You can faintly taste the alcohol drenched bile again.
She's on top of you...
Her hooves slide over your body.
The room is spinning and-
 
"Oh god."
 
The two ponies sit on either side of you, Fluttershy very close.
"What was that, Anon?"
 
*"Shhh, it's okay Anon. I'll help you feel a-all better."*
 
 
Nausea fills you.
You cover your mouth and jump up.
"Anon?! Are you okay dear?"
 
You run out of the room, out of the boutique.
 
As far away from Fluttershy as you can get.
 
-
 
"I don't think you should be here."
 
Applejack looks at you with a defiant glare.
"Is he here or not. I know you're a good friend of his. I need to speak to him. It's important."
 
Keeping your usual cool, you speak in a flat tone, "Anon doesn't want to talk to you. He needs space right now. Please leave."
 
She groans and looks past you, calling into your house, "ANON! It's me, Applejack! Can we please just talk?! This crazy pony won't let me in!"
 
You let her finish bellowing.
"Anon isn't here. Please, go away."
 
"Where is he then? I ain't got time fer this. I need to talk to him now and I been lookin' all over for him!"
 
You shrug, "I don't know where he is now. You should give him his space though."
 
"Space? Octavia I nee-"
You close the door on her.
Outside you can hear her muttering angrily as she leaves.
 
You put your back to the door and slide down it to the floor.
Anon has a mare that he wants to avoid hunting him down and you can't even warn him.
There's nothing you can do.
Nothing you want to do.
 
Actually, you kind of wish Anon was here.
 
Instead of going to shower and brush your teeth, you go back to your room and close the curtains.
You crawl back into your bed.
 
The house is filled with the sound of a ticking clock.
 
-
 
Cold sweat.
 
Cold sweat clings to your face. You spit again, trying to get out the remnants of bile into the sink.
After bolting from Rarity's, you went into a random restaurant to use the toilet to throw up into.
 
Now you stare at your ghoulish reflection in the mirror as water sprays from the faucet below.
 
She raped you.
 
Fucking Fluttershy raped you and you only now remembered it.
 
The door opens behind you. In the mirror, a flash of yellow fur-
 
You spin and hold up your fists.
 
A yellow stallion flinches and stares at you.
"S-sorry. Scared me..."
He doesn't say anything and stumbles out of the bathroom.
 
You turn back to the mirror. "Christ."
Cupping your hands under the cold water, you splash some onto your face.
What is happening?
*What is happening?*
 
"What is happening? WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"
 
Your fist lashes out and strikes the mirror.
 
The glass shatters and pain shoots up your arm.
Breathing heavy, you examine your fist quickly, see that there's a couple cuts on the knuckles and slap some paper towels over it.
 
You leave the bathroom quickly.
 
At this point, your body is ready to give out. You have to go back to Octavia's.
Keeping your eyes down, you walk quickly back to your friend's house.
 
At some point, you hear your name called out.
The voice sounds very familiar.
Your mind is racing.
*Can't stop.*
 
You make it back to the house and rush inside, locking the door behind you.
 
Without stopping, you rush to the bathroom.
 
Your breathing is a bit frantic. Sweat drips from your brow.
Octavia calls out your name from her room.
 
You begin cleaning your wounds and look in the mirror.
Maybe a shower would be the best thing.
 
There's a knock on the door.
 
"Anon?"
 
You turn off the water and wrap your hand in a towel.
 
"I'm home."
 
Octavia steps into the bathroom. She looks almost as bad as you do. Her mane sticks out in all directions and her eyes are bloodshot. Clearly she's been crying.
The two of you stare at eachother.
 
You don't know why, but you drop to your knees, grab Octavia and wrap her in a hug.
 
She tenses, then returns it.
 
No words are exchanged.
The two of you sit on the bathroom floor and squeeze eachother.
 
"Octavia... I need help. I'm losing control. I need help. I-"
 
Her body quivers a bit.
 
"I'll help you. Don't worry Anon. It'll be okay."
 
The front doorbell rings frantically.
Both of you ignore it.
There is nothing in the world other than the two of you embracing.
 
On the faint edge of reality, your name being called out by a girl you don't want to see tugs at your mind.
 
Ultimately going unanswered.
 
 
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