Where did it all go wrong? Where did it all really go wrong? Very early on in life he imagined, right after he was abandoned by not only his mother, but his father too. He didn’t re-call ever seeing their faces. As he grew older it pained him to learn the truth… pained him that he had never seen them, been raised by them, loved by them, it pained him that his adoptive mother, Amber had passed away leaving him vulnerable and uncertain of the world around him. He set off into the world, alone and frightened as ever, until he met Rosemary. Dear, sweet Rosemary. They fell in love under dark and dangerous circumstances, she grew weary of him, tired of him, she would snap at him and demand to be left alone, she ditched him for someone a little older, someone more ‘promising’. That was until he met another young sweet heart, Zoe, he could strung up in a romance with her too, Rosemary came back into the scene and ruined it all. Other colts got involved, blood was shed and bones were broken, Cardio was eventually left bloodied and unconscious, when he came round… they were gone.

Both of them, gone. He went into hiding, tried to rebuild his strength, heal his bleeding, stinging injuries, heal his battered and broken bones. He spiralled into depression, began to starve himself… but he was relieved, for no longer than a second to find Zoe’s body. She was dead; she had been beaten brutally, pushed carelessly into a ditch in the cold and grimy Earth. He fled that scene, tried to forget that day, but he simply couldn’t, so a helping hand was needed. Volano came to his aid, a young male, around his age at that time, Cardio opened up to him, explained what had happened to his dearest Zoe. Volano was a good friend… at least, he thought. But there was more to Volano than met the eye, he was twisted, a freak, he was part of a small ‘crew’ who were fascinated in torture and killing, attacking and examining broken and dead bodies. Sick and horrified though he might be Cardio asked him to explain further, Volano didn’t, but he showed him instead. What was more sickening was the fact that they had captured Rosemary some days ago, Volano’s crew had been keeping her in hiding, they had hurt her, left her bruised and bloodied, Cardio tried to free her but Volano held him back and made him watch as his twisted gang delivered the killing blow. She was gone. Dead and bloodied like Zoe had been… it hit him at that moment, Zoe had fallen victim to this gang also, it wasn’t just mares they went after either… Snickering and cackling, a wild look in their eyes, they suddenly turned on Cardio, creeping toward him like flesh hungry beasts, they wanted to beat him and to break his bones, spread his blood like paint, create a beautifully horrific masterpiece…

He had no option; he wanted to keep his life believe it or not. He turned and he ran, he ran as fast as his fucking legs could carry him. He couldn’t piece it together, everything that had happened, everything that he had witnessed, it was like living some sick and twisted Stephen King novel. He outran those bastards, he never saw them again, he came to Cimoron Island, oh, but things didn’t get better, no. Nothing seemed to bring a smile to his face anymore. He tumbled into bed with numerous girls, knocked them up and left, he found out that they had fallen pregnant, he offered support… nobody took it. Nobody wanted anything else to do with him, he felt helpless. He was lonely, grieving. Nobody understood and nobody knew. Tugaloo, one girl he’d tumbled into bed with wandered into Godalming Heights one dust ridden day, some time after the whole comet took place. Godalming Heights had been his home; he had became a good friend to Starkwether there. Anyway, Tugaloo came along, dumped that little odd ball of a child on him, Pink Floyd was his name. He was all black with a little triangle on his hind quarter with a rainbow sprouting from it. They bonded quickly and Cardio understood for the first time what it felt like to be a father. Tugaloo left him in Cardio’s care and didn’t bother about him one bit. Pink Floyd grew up, much too quickly and after he left home, Cardio made his way to the Wasteland… he didn’t know what to do anymore, he was alone, again, there didn’t seem to be much more for him in life. So, he left.

But, he quickly came back… and he headed to the Crater, letting his legs carry him wherever they please, it was there he met a girl of gold, white and deep, glorious blue that seemed troubled and upset. She would die out in the heat too, she was fallen, she had an injury and he quickly rushed to her aid without a moment’s hesitation. He assisted her out of the Crater and said his goodbyes before leaving, maybe a little too quickly… he recalled throwing glances back at her as he walked away, drawing nearer and nearer to the bloodied horizon, recalled her beauty and the way her voice sounded so smooth and soft like velvet, recalled her beauty, he had never seen a girl of gold, white and blue until that day, he doubted he’d ever see a girl like that again. He walked away; he doubted very much he would see her again. He found himself a home though, so he wasn’t so useless in the end, Hollow Beats Hospital. It was… wonderful. It was run down, abandoned and empty, pretty much like himself in a way. He re-called the ghostly echoes down the corridors, recalled the way he jumped and flinched at each sound as he strolled his way down those dimly lit corridors for the first time. He grew to love it. That was his home… his home, all his. He shared it too, with several mares, he met one or two of them, spoke to them, but they didn’t stay. Everyone left in the end. All but one… he re-called seeing her turn up and his doorstep, he couldn’t possibly forget her face, her luscious golden hair… he couldn’t possibly forget that beautiful, soft voice, the way she smiled. Funsani. He had fallen for her, much too quickly, but he didn’t realize it until he whispered her name down the corridors and prayed out aloud that she hadn’t left like the others, she pushed her way through those doors and came to his aid, she stood right beside him and told him she was right there, she wasn’t leaving.

And what did Cardio do? He left. He left her behind, and the Hospital. He couldn’t cope. He didn’t want to get attached to her and he could feel himself become attached far too quickly, his red and grey eyes searched her face frantically, looking for something, anything. He saw how soft her eyes were, he listened to the sound of the lights buzzing away quietly, the sound of the hammering rain outdoors, the sound of water droplets falling from his skin as he trudged his way through the heavy, falling rain into the ‘safety’ of the dimly lit Hospital. Turning briskly on his heels he had practically charged out of the door, charging into the rain, his hooves crashing down into gloopy, muddy puddles as he ran, he didn’t look back, he ran and he ran… through that abandoned, old ghost town, listened to the sound of broken, creaking doors slamming against their door frames in the fierce, strong, howling winds, felt the rain hammering down on his body like a hundred thousand bullets. He recalled the horrid feeling of his hair plastering to his skin, recalled the feeling of warm tears streaking down his face, getting lost amongst the droplets of rain water streaking down his face. He ran and he ran and he ran.

Ran until he collapsed, he stirred and came back around when the rain had stopped, he was considerably drier at that point. He had made his way to the Memory Meadows, but he didn’t wish to get caught up in memories, he panicked and fled from Cimoron Island once again. But, he was back again… he had come back today, he didn’t know why, but his heart brought him here… or was it his head? He felt a permanent ache in place of his heart, his head throbbed with a thousand thoughts, good and bad, the bad washing out the good and memories came and grasped him by the throat like a powerful chokehold. The sea looked so glorious today he noticed as he clambered and stumbled his way up the Bachelor’s Cliff. “Such a beautiful day,” he cried out above the waves. He was losing it, he could feel himself, months ago, slipping in and out of depression, so many maddening thoughts came to him, he needed a release… a permanent release. And this would be it. He lowered his head as he reached the edge of the Cliff, he seemed almost confident, perhaps too confident, no fear about him as he leant forward a little, peering down at the roaring, crashing waves. The skies stirred a horrible grey, clouds grew heavier with rain and a smile tweaked at the corners of his lips, lids flickering half way down his eyes. As soon as the storm started he would take the plunge. “My, it might even be refreshing,” he cooed to himself, raising his voice again above the whistling winds and crushing waves. “Lovely day to take a plunge!” he almost sneered now, his voice losing its chipper edge. His eyes slowly narrowed and he stepped back slightly, he peered up into the sky and bared his teeth, “come on, come on!” he cried. The sky gave a low rumble in response… the storm was coming…

WORD COUNT; 1698
STATUS; complete
NOTES; HE'S NOT INSANE, HE'S JUST HAVING FUUUN! 8D

If you tell me to jump, then I’ll die
In my dreams, I’m there
I always hoped that I'd learn how to fly
In my dreams, I’m there

His head was held low now; breathe coming in short, ragged gasps. The wind tore at his hair, beat his body mercilessly, knocking the air out of his burning, fiery lungs. He lifted a hoof ever so slowly, hesitantly, as though he was having second thoughts. Slowly, he extended his fore leg and let his hoof hover in mid air over the cliff’s edge… his red and grey gaze fell to the screaming sea below, it was hungry, oh so hungry for him. Ready to swallow him and devour him, suck the very life out of him and fill his lungs to the brim with its ice cold water. There was almost a challenging look about him now as he drew his fore leg back, lowered his hoof back onto the cold and chipped stone and flared his nostrils, tossing his head haughtily as though he was almost challenging the sea. Challenging it to come swirling, spiralling up the side of the cliff and grab him right there and then, but no, the sea waited, impatient as ever… waited for him to jump, jump, JUMP! He thought it would be easy, thought it would take just moments… but it took so much longer, much longer than he would’ve ever have guessed. How hard could it be?

Very hard, by the looks of things. He wasn’t sure why he was so uncertain, so hesitant now. Just minutes ago he’d been so up for it! ‘Come, come on, Cardio! Time’s ticking! You can practically HEAR IT! Tick… tock… tick… tock…’ a shaky, wavering laugh escaped his lips and his hooves scrabbled at the cold and wet Earth under his feet, the rain falling, hammering down on him so hard that his body was so, so cold… so cold in-fact that he felt numb, numb to the bone. The sky swirled, beautiful colors of charcoal and a stormy ocean blue. To others it was frightening, to others it brought worry and caused them to flee into hiding, but not him, he welcomed it… Embraced it with open arms. The storm was drawing nearer and nearer. In-fact, it seemed it had arrived early. He could hear it, the rumbling and the crashing of the thunder and lightning in its never ending duel. Slowly, he raised his head up high, almost smiling now as the cold, sharp winds hit his face, making his eyes sting and prickle with hot tears that remained captured in his two toned eyes.

Something from behind caught his attention, something… someone was approaching him, he turned his head in time to see the flash of the lightning fall over her body of gold, white and blue, for just a moment she shone entirely gold in his eyes. His hair was plastered to his neck, his face, it was uncomfortable, he tried his best to shake it away now, it was obscuring his vision now… she was coming closer. “Cardio!” that voice, her voice… it seemed to echo through his mind, a mind of four empty walls with nothing or nobody in it. All that seemed to be alight in his body was the adrenaline that was urging him, pushing him so closer to taking that plunge he had longed to take. There was no denying who it was. “Funsani…” he let the name roll of his tongue, it sounded so familiar, so comforting to him. His gaze softened considerably and he had a look of innocence and worry about him now but his expression quickly hardened and his eyes slowly narrowed as she ran nearer, her footsteps getting closer, closer… “You came back… you came back,” she breathed against his neck as she spoke and he couldn’t help but shudder. Her breathe was so warm against his cold, wet skin… her voice was so… well, he couldn’t even find the right words.

His eyes darted to her face and he caught her golden gaze and he froze in that moment, “I’ve missed you so much.” He didn’t have to say anything, he didn’t need to… did he? He could just tip forward, let himself hurtle down into the mercilessly, screaming sea. His throat seemed so dry now, uncomfortably and prickly, causing him to swallow hard, his voice came out surprisingly bold above the raging storm. “You shouldn’t be here… You should be at home. You shouldn’t be here, not here. Not now, no,” he furrowed his brow a little further. Home? Funsani didn’t have a home. She did once… at the Hospital. But he had to leave it behind and run away and now he was really starting to ponder over just why he did that. Suddenly, he brushed his lips against her cheek, no longer able to find the urge to touch her and be near her, “if you want to… I understand… I know, I know…” he crooned almost soothingly, though what he was on about wasn’t exactly clear… “… if you want to jump with me too, I’ll understand.” He paused and he smiled, ever so slowly, running his lips down her neck, “me and you… together… together now… and, and, and in d-death too… we could do it, couldn’t we? Me and you? We could… we could take the plunge together,” his voice was frantic now and he squirmed and fidgeted at her side.

He nudged her forcefully, jerking his head, motioning down toward the screaming seas below. His eyes seemed almost alight with one thing now, “I love you,” he breathed against her ear. He felt almost like… like he’d grown wings in that moment, like he was suddenly free, free to do what he longed to do now, and his broken and fragile mind was clearly only set on one thing, he wasn’t listening to his heart, up until now it barely felt like it had a beat, but it was too late for his heart to have a say in such a situation. Too late, too late… Suddenly, he was soaring, tumbling, falling… No sound came from him, even as his body was engulfed into the water, he was dragged down, down, down… so cold, so cold it was… Bitter and biting against his flesh. The sea tossed him this way and that before it send him hurtling to the surface and threw him with horrible force up onto the shore where he lay limp… limp and seemingly lifeless.

I leave my memoirs in blood on the floor
And my fears with the nurse on the stairs
I’m only going where you’ll be some day
So don’t say, “Rest In Peace” in your prayers

WORD COUNT; 1133
STATUS; complete
NOTES; CRAZY BASTARD. ^^ go save him funzi xDD