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Stars.

Every night, she focused on the stars above her head as the monster invaded her room. It's wet tongue and hot breath sickened her almost as much as its touch. She knew what the monster wanted. It was time to let the Stars take her away again, and forget this pain.

Every day in school seemed the same to her. She tried to focus, but the nightly monster attacks just made it so hard to study. In fact, they made her fearful to do anything, really. She just sat in the back of the classroom drawing stars all over her books and papers while the teacher droned on and on.

She had almost resigned herself to the fact she was never going to escape the cycle when she met a purple pony named Twilight Sparkle one Friday after school. This pony was just like her in ever so many ways. She hid from the world, she didn't have friends, and she even liked the stars. The girl and Twilight soon became fast friends, and the girl soon was joining in on everything her new friend Twilight Sparkle experienced.

The girl gasped when she learned that Twilight Sparkle and her new friends defeated Nightmare Moon. She laughed as Twilight got hurt trying to spy on her friend Pinkie Pie. And she sat on the edge of her seat as she cheered with Twilight as her friend Rainbow Dash saved Rarity and the Wonderbolts with a Sonic Rainboom. She even clapped for joy as Twilight and her friends got to experience the best night ever at The Grand Galloping Gala.

Every Friday, after school, the girl would sit with rapt attention as she learned of the new adventures her new friend Twilight Sparkle had experienced. And, with each new story, the girl felt herself becoming braver and braver. Her room, once full of just stars, started to be filled more and more with Twilight Sparkle. Pictures of Twilight, figurines of Twilight - and eventually, she even managed to get a stuffed toy of Twilight to sleep with at night.

Twilight made her braver than she'd ever been before. And, when the monster came that night, she was ready for him. Hugging the stuffed toy to her young chest, she screamed as loud as she could at the monster. She then began to kick and bite at the beast, taking out a young lifetime of anger at this creature for attacking her every night. The creature was enraged. How dare the girl try to fight back after all this time? Was the girl not his? Blow for blow was exchanged until the monster finally left. The girl had finally won, but most of her body felt in pain from the attack. Curling up under her sheets, she knew what she had to finally do.

The teacher heard a gentle knock on the door to the classroom and looked up with a gasp, "Oh, my dear! What happened to you? Did you get into a fight before school?"

The girl clutched her Twilight plushie even tighter to her chest as she shook her head. Then, opening her mouth, she uttered the words the monster had swore he'd kill her for uttering. "No, ma'am... M-my father did this to me because I-I-I wouldn't let him..." She couldn't finish, not even Twilight Sparkle could give her the strength to continue. But she didn't have to. She'd said enough.

Red and blue. Red and blue. The flashing lights illuminated her face from behind the glass.

She huddled up inside the cop car, her two bags next to her as she still clutched the purple felt pony to her chest. She was watching the police handcuffing the monster as a smile of relief finally crept across her young face. In her bags were all of her ponies. She didn't want or need anything else from this house. The social worker had told her that she was going to go into a nice group home, and that the monster was never going to bother her again.  She had to see this, though. She needed to see the end of the monster's terror. To see him finally brought to justice.

Nuzzling her head into the Twilight Sparkle plush doll once again, she closed her eyes tiredly. The ponies were on again tomorrow after school. And she planned to be there to learn of their new adventures. But the ponies had also inspired the girl to look into other things, as well. The social worker had said the new school had a 4H club where she could learn to ride and take care of horses. Giving her toy another squeeze, she thinks to herself, 'I think Twilight would want me to try that...'
This story was a bit of therapy inspired by a thread on Ponychan. When I was a kid, I got into Ponies, Transformers & Fraggle Rock to escape fro my own monster... My grandfather. I'd like to say I had a happy ending, but the monster sent me on a path of self-destruction for most my life. Abusive relationships I felt I deserved, never trying my full potential, and always thinking myself not worth any praise.

For the first time in my life, I'm trying again... I'm in a healthy non-abusive relationship, and I feel good about myself. It's taken 25 years, but I've gotten past most the pain.

I wrote the story as any girl, as it's unusual for a guy like myself to go through what I went through. In fact, when I TRIED to tell anyone, at first I was told it was impossible as that didn't happen to boys. This was back in the 80's, mind you. People were still a bit narrow-minded.

But I digress. If this helps one person out there, awesome. But I needed to get it out.
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:iconryu238:
It's good that you are able to move on, and how the characters we grew up with can still guide us to the light.
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Katana-the-Cat Apr 30, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh dear lord... this was not what I was expecting at all, TV Tropes!

Still... so sorry Roy. :hug: No person of any species, at any place, on any planet, or in space, at any time, in any universe should ever have to go through that. Especially from relatives. So glad that the only times I ever had to deal with anything remotely like that turned out to be nightmares.

I did go through the horrors of ending up in a Waldorf school once, though. I was about 6 or so at the time. Nothing against beeswax, but, well, that's not all they're about. They believe that if a kid is bullied by another kid, it's because the kid being bullied did something bad in a past life... and they don't draw a line between bullying and attempted homicide. Yes, another kid there tried to murder me, and the adults there did nothing. I did not get out without harm to my ankles and mind. One day, he made a trap in the sand pit, which my feet got caught in, while the rest of me kept going. After the whole 'traps in the sand' thing my parents got me the hell out of there, luckily. Still, for a (FAR too long) while after the incident, I couldn't play how I wanted because it hurt too much to run... and I break down into tears when I talk about it too much. Even now, every once in a blue moon, I wake up in the middle of the night to a stabbing pain in one ankle.

They made my mom make a little embroidered bag thing for whatever reason, which happened to mean I had something to remember the whole ordeal by... for the longest time I've been tempted to throw it into a fire (possibly after cutting it into tiny pieces). It felt like it was choosing of its own little embroidered bag will to make me remember the most terrifying time of my life. Mom and I have since reached the agreement that it will be kept somewhere I'll never have to see it again.

Oddly enough, I don't smile even when in a good mood. Unless I think something's absolutely hilarious, the corners of my mouth hardly twitch. I've been like this since before all that happened, which is the weird bit. Video games aren't as fun as they should be. I just kind of pretend, because I want the people I love to be happy. Video games, fanfics, etc. are a good distraction from the problems of reality, past and present. Anything bad that happens in them isn't really so bad, because it's just fiction after all. Not real. Coincidentally, my dream job is to make video games, and I'm completely lost without computer access (because I have to use emulators or play the PC versions of things). And I'm ALWAYS on a computer. I also don't even take two steps outside too often. There's people there in that outside world thing! And I'm a bit weird... what if they don't accept that? What if they don't like me?!

...I think my life revolves around past trauma and insecurity too much. Hope you don't mind the long comment but yeah, it's good to vent sometimes.
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Katana-the-Cat Apr 30, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Okay, if I could edit that, I would. The last bit about the not-going-outside thing was an exaggeration. I need to sleep, not ramble.
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RadiantVoid Mar 19, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
A... bit different. Perhaps a bit real. I cannot say much else.
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:iconemperorjaden:
-Gives a supporting hug- No one should have to go through that--Boy OR Girl. Damn brave of you to confront your fears, even in story form.

Damn good story, too. Did a very good job. High praises all around.
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:iconpsykosis35d:
This was very moving. I can't say that I've ever been through what you have, so I can't imagine how you feel... but just remember that if you ever get too depressed or just need a pick-me-up, you have an entire community here willing to hear you out and give you a hug.
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IlovePinkiePie Nov 12, 2011
That is the most inspirational and sweet thing ever. I love all of your stuff and I'm sorry you had to go through this, but I hope everything is better for you now :) And whenever you feel sad, just remember I love you forever <3
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Sh4dowSentinel Sep 9, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I've never gone through this kind of hardship, and I feel so sorry for you. But Im so happy to see that you can push past it and be happy, because thats the most important thing.
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Sh4dowSentinel Sep 9, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
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Hugs for you, this was great and very deep.
(and another)
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(and one more)
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Arent hugs great?
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:iconroygbiv-mlp:
Hugs are great! :D
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