Crack Pone

>You wake up to Crack Pone sitting at the edge of the bed
>The flat you two share is always dirty
>Clothes all over the floor
>You get up from bed and go and sit by her
>"A-Anon I j-just need enough f-for three G's okay? I- I won't ask a-anymore"
>You sigh and take out a couple of bits and hand them to her
>This is the 6th time in the past 3 days she said it was the last time
>You know she can't survive without it anymore
>You can't stand to see her during withdrawal
>She hugs you and says "Y-you're my f-ff-..Ffavourit man!"
"And you're my favorite g'al..."
>Crack Pone gets up and quickly trots out to see her dealer
>The room is a mess
>The hallway is a mess
>The life you two share is a mess
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>The flat is empty for a long time
>Checks time
>She's been out for 4 hours
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>You get up and put on the same thing you wore yesterday
>Proceeds to put on shoes to avoid stepping on any broken glass or needles
>You leave the building
>You know where she'd be
>Same place you met her 2 years ago
>You walk for at least 30 minutes
>Jesus fuck its cold out this time of night
>The broken down arena is in view
>You can tell she's there
>Walking into the arena you see other ponies lying around
>Two ponies are both stoned off their asses and fucking in the corner
>You see Crack Pone lying on the floor with a needle still on her arm near her hoof
>You sigh a bit but you're used to it now
>You slowly take the needle out
>You're close enough to see all her collapsed veins
>You try to ignore it
>You hear one of the ponies who're getting a blowjob on the other side of the room say "Damnit anon, pick up your bitch and leave"
"I'm working on it okay?"
>Yeah.."
>You pick her up in your arms
>Walk the 30 minute walk back home
>She feels warm but thats the only sign she has of being alive
>You put her back to bed when you enter your flat
>You lay her down
>Put a pillow on her back so she doesn't drown in puke
>She starts twitching
"It’s okay, we're home now"
>She hears you, smiles and goes back to sleeping
>You look back at your surroundings
"...Home..."

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>Crack Pone has been asleep for 10 hours
>During those 10 hours you've had almost 2 panic attacks every time she'd stop breathing for a while
>This isn't the first time this has happened
>It has happened at least three times a month since you two began living together
>You then remember she hasn't eaten in almost two days
>You instantly stand up from the bed where you've been sitting this whole time
>You hear Crack Pone sit up
>"mm....Anon? Where are you going?..."
"Lie back down. I'm just going to make some food for us"
>You feel some anger growing inside of you remembering all the times you've had to remind her to do human functions like eat, sleep and sometimes even use the bathroom
>She keeps her bruised eyes half closed and mutters out, "mmng..macaroni and cheese..."
>She then falls back down on the bed
>You can't help but smile at her usual request for food
"Anything for you”
>You go into the kitchen
>Piles and piles of dirty dishes in the sink
>Moldy food and crumbs everywhere
>You see a line of ants going from behind the fridge to a crack in the wall
>You open the cupboards and find 1 pack of instant noodles
>Nothing else
>Check fridge
>A half empty can of beer and a bottle of outdated ketchup
"...I had to go shopping anyway"
>You go to the room you shared with Crack Pone to tell her you were going to get food
>She's asleep
>You decide not to wake her
>You put on your jacket, assuming theres a corner store thats open
>Even if there wasn't you'd find her something to eat
>You remind yourself why you're going to bother checking at least 4 stores for mac and cheese
>Because you'd do anything for her
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>You walk by the crack house/abandoned arena
>You start to slowly remember meeting her in there
>It was two years ago
>A dance was happening to celebrate the many sun calibrations
>She bumped into you carrying shots over to her other friends and spilled some on you
>Without warning she dragged you into the girls bathroom to try and clean it off of you
>You giggle a bit to yourself remembering how panicked she was
>You suddenly start remembering little things about her
>Like how she never gave you her name until the third time you've seen her
>The way she would eat ice cream all messy even though she is a full grown mare
>The way she would wear her hair up in ponytails
>But thats all the things she would do
>Now she eats only noodles
>Now she always has her ragged greasy mane down
>The only thing that hasn't changed about her is how much she loves you
>And if you were honest enough with yourself you still love her just as much
>You reach a store thats open, they are setting Kraft Dinner in the tiny microwavable cups
>You let out a almost girly noise with the delight
>You buy the cup and head home
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>You undo the multiple locks on your door
>You open your door with a bit of struggle from the stuff in front of the door
"I'm home."
>No response
>Nothing out of the ordinary here
>You go to the kitchen and open the stained up microwave
>After the 3 beeps you take it out
>You blow on it, knowing she wont and bring it into your guys's room
>She is asleep still
>She's been asleep for almost 12 hours now
"Wake up, I brought you food."
>Her ears twitched and she grumbled, rolling onto her back and sitting up
>She smiled and took the cup from you
>"None for you, anon?"
"I'm not hungry"
>This was such a lie you are starving
>But you know she needs it more than you
>You two can't afford much food, half of your paycheck goes to her drug habits
>You never say anything about it
>You watch her eat it
>Some of the cream gets on her face
>You chuckle and wipe it off with your thumb
>"Mm? Oh thank you heh heh"
>She keeps eating
>You keep watching her
>She is your favorite sight anyway
>Even though she is battered and bruised
>She is your favorite sight
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>Its 2 in the morning
>Crack Pone slept all day so you knew she would be up all night
>You also knew she'd spend the night getting stoned off her ass
>So you stay up with her to make sure she doesn't overdose
>You two sit on separate sides of a futon
>The first piece of furniture you two ever bought together for this shitty flat
>It has tears and stitches all through it, but it was something to sit on and was too precious to throw away
>In a way it reminds you of Crack Pone
>You look across the futon from the television to Crack Pone
>She is also watching TV as she prepared a needle
>Part of you wants to yell at her for forcing you to stay awake day and night
>At the same time, part of you just wants to smack that needle from her hoof and hold her close
>Hold her for hours
>Hold her for days
>Maybe for months
>Maybe even forever...
>You don't
>You stay on your side of the futon
>You knew if you did that, she'd die
>You knew if you did that she wouldn't handle that kind of withdrawal
>You knew if you did that you wouldn't handle that kind of withdrawal
>You look back to the tv
>You can hear the snap of the elastic she uses to help her find a vein
>Its your least favorite sound
>You're so tired now, its so late
>You haven't slept in days
>Suddenly without warning you're asleep
>You have a nightmare
>The same nightmare you've had ever since you fell in love with Crack Pone
>You wake up suddenly
>Your pupils are smaller and your in a cold sweat
>You look at your surroundings and wonder if you're still having a nightmare
>You turn to see Crack Pone leaning against you
>You feel your eyes water a bit
"Oh my god..."
>You mutter out in relief
>"Excuse me ano-"
>You suddenly hug her close
>Tears roll down your face and get into her mane
>Every time you sniffle you get the scent of her
>Your favorite smell
>But its her smell
>This couldn't be a nightmare if she was there
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>5:30 a.m
>Crack Pone is gone now
>Physically she's sitting on the futon besides you
>Mentally she was miles away
>she rocked back and forth
>Her thinned mane swayed
>You sigh, a little frustrated
>But you can't help but feel relieved
>You know this is what she does
>This is ALL she does when she gets like this
>This was your chance to clean or get back some of your money from her dresser
>You don't like stealing, but you need money for food
>It was also YOUR money to begin with
>You get up and go to your room
>You make the bed first, as if that'd make your shithole flat any nicer
>You take 10 bits from her drawer and sigh to yourself again
>You've picked up this habit over time
>Now with 10 bits and at least 3 hours of sleep you can go get food
>You come back out to the living room and see Crack Pone on the floor on her side
>She was squirming back and forth a little
>You pick up a cushion, put it on her back so she doesn't drown
>You go to the door to leave
>You stop for a moment
>You hand still on the doorknob
>You turn to look at Crack Pone
>Still on the floor her eyes opened a bit
>She looks over to you and sees you
>It may be due to hallucinations, the fact she wasn't lucid or just a side effect of being so strung out
>But the moment she makes eye contact with you she smiles
>A weak smile but a smile
>She closes her eyes again and her face goes to the normal expression
>You then leave to get food for yourself
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>You pick up some sandwiches from a nearby store
>You don't want to walk near that abandoned arena anytime soon
>Each time you walk by and there was a pony in, at least 3 would hustle you for some money
>You don't want to go home yet
>You sit down on the side of the road
>You open your bag and start eating
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>Food is amazing
>You scarf it down as if you never ate cucumber sandwiches before
>Truth is, you don't even like them that much but you were so hungry
>You reach into the bag and pull out another one
>A pony walks by and makes a weird face at you harking down sandwiches on the street like you're a psycho
>You don't care
>There is one left
>It hurts not to eat it
>You're saving it for Crack Pone, you know she'll be hungry later
>You stand up and walk home
>On the way you see another pony that often hangs around the crack house
>"Hey anon! You're Crack Pone's boyfriend right?"
"I-...I guess"
>You keep walking
>"Anon where ya goin'?! Lets talk c'mon!"
"I don't really want to"
>"I just wanna ask you something"
"Alright what is it?"
>"Tell Crack Pone I wont be able to pay her for that BJ until next week, ok?"
"...ok..."
>You keep walking
>You weren't sure what he was trying to prove saying that
>Part of you already knew about that junk
>You already knew you could never bring it up to her either
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>You're home again
>After unlocking the multiple locks you enter the living room
>Crack Pone was smoking on the futon next to an open window
>She notices the bag in your hand
>"Did my favorite man bring me breakfast?"
"What makes you think whats in here is for you?"
>You answer her half chuckling
>"Wh- Anoooooon!"
"I'm just kidding, here"
>You toss the bag at her
>She has a delayed reaction
>It falls to the ground in front of the futon and picks it up
>"Sandwiches? No macaroni and cheese?"
"You're not tired of that anymore?"
>"Nnnnnnnope!"
>She takes a bite of the sandwich with a smile
>She was clearly high on something, but this was the closest to real Crack Pone she has ever been
>You smile at her and sit down
>You check what she's watching on TV
>Its an early morning reality show about mares with over 7 colts and fillies
>"Wouldn't it be nice to have a little Anon junior running around the house?"
>You ignore this statement
>Every time she was on weed or anything more gentle than heroin or crack she talks about young ponies
>If she loved anything more than drugs it was little filly's
>You think back to the amounts of times she has had breakdowns crying about how she would have been such a good mother if she wasn't on anything
>You think of the times she would try and get clean but instantly go back to coke or meth the next day
"Lets just watch TV together for now ok?"
>She smiled and nodded as she padded the spot on the futon next to her
>You sit by her and put your arm around her and pull her closer
>She feels so sick
>She feels like a walking dead body almost
>This feeling ached your heart and warmed it



>Days pass and you notice Crack Pone is watching more shows about young ponies
>You also notice she's been smoking and shooting up more than usual
>She did this when she was stressed about something
>Crack Pone sits on the edge of your bed hugging herself as if she'd cold
>You come into the room to get a cleaner shirt
"Are you okay?"
>"I- I - I..I...I ha-..."
>She was hard to understand, you knew she was going through withdrawal from something
>Your mind raced wondering what it could be
>If you knew, you would have got it for her in a second
"Whats wrong?! Do you need something?!"
>She starts rocking back and forth
>"O- O...Ox.....Ox.."
"Oxycontin?!"
>She starts nodding slowly
>You rush to her drawer
>You start throwing clothes out to find it easier
>You don't care if you get a needle to the hand as long as you get rid of this suffering she's in
>You notice then as you pull out a case of Oxycontin pills, you suffer with her at times
>You rush towards her, tripping over a pair of pants and falling to the floor making Oxycontin pills scatter
>This makes Crack Pone panic a little from the loud noise
>The panic mixed with the withdrawal made her start to spasm
"FUCK! NO! NOT NOW! I'M NOT READY YET!!"
>You scream as you try and gather up at least 3
>You pick them up and stumble to her
>You instantly put it in her mouth and she manages to swallow
>She is still shaking crazily
>You begin to cry
"No please god..I'm not ready for this yet..."
>You hold her close like you wanted to do that night
>Your sobs began to quiet down into quiet noises
>Suddenly her body goes limp
>You freeze
>Fear covers you
>You're too scared to check her pulse
>You're too scared to check if she'd even breathing
>"....Anon I can't breath"
>Your eyes shoot open and you let her go to pull back and examine her
>she did her usual weak smile, eyes half closed
>She then passed out again
>She was breathing
>You only started breathing again moments after her
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>After the other nights scare, you don't leave Crack Pones side
>You've taken a few sick days to spend more time with her
>You two have spent the days eating noodles and watching reality shows about mares with too many kids
>"...What would our kid look like do you think?"
>She asks as she lies  across your lap as you rub her back
>This is your favourite part of her
>Her hoofs can't reach back here so there are less scratches and nicks than the rest of her body
>This part reminds you the most of what she was before the drugs got so bad
>"I'd like it to be a girl...what about you?"
"A girl would be nice"
>You knew you two would never have children, but talking about it made her happy so it made you happy
>"I like the name Trinity...what do you think?"
"I think that's a beautiful name..."
>You weren't paying that much attention to her, you were more so letting her talk
>"Trinity...what kind of pony would she be?"
"Hm?"
>"Anon are you even listening?"
"Uh well....s-sorry."
>"Hmm... I'll forgive you this one time if you add some back scratching to this back rub~"
"heh heh anything for you."
>"You say that a lot...anyway, what kind of pony would Felicity be?"
"Um...an earth one like you?"
>"Ugh thats not what I meant! Would she be nice? A super hero maybe?"
"I think a super hero is a bit far"
>"It could happen, ha ha ha!"
>You can't help but role your eyes
>You start scratching her back and she stretches out
"...I think she'd be on the smaller side, but she'd be cute"
>Crack Pone did a little tired coo in delight
"She's have my hair color and your coat color maybe"
>Crack Pones breathing got heavier; she must be drifting to sleep again
>This ponies fucking sleep cycle tho
"She could grow up to be anything she wants, a teacher, a vet, a doctor..She'd be beautiful like her mother too..she'd laugh every day and be happy"
>but she was asleep
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>Crack Pone is sleeping beside you
>You think back to the other night when you two talked about children
>You two talked for an hour after she woke up and you remember each time she mentioned what she would name the child, it would change
>She didn't even seem as if she was noticing her mistake
>For now you are just looking at her
>She looks so innocent sleeping
>There was a difference between being passed out and asleep
>For once, she was asleep
>Just asleep
>You wondered what she was dreaming about
>A smile appears on your face as you think of all the wonderful things she could be thinking about
>Your hand reaches out and cups her cheek a little
>The scratches on her face didn't blemish her beauty
>Nothing could happen to her that wouldn't make her any less beautiful to you
>You brush her bangs from her face
"...I love you."
>You whisper to her, you know she can't hear you
>She starts to stir in her sleep
>Her eyes lazily open and she looks to you
>"Good morning Anon..."
"No its still nighttime...did I wake you?"
>She weakly smiles and nodded a little
"I'm sorry I never meant to."
>She leans in and gives you a quick kiss
>Her lead laid back down on the pillow you two share
>She keeps the smile on her face and rolls over
>You wait at least 30 minutes before going to sleep yourself
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>You last sick day was used yesterday
>you didn't want to leave Crack Pone home alone
>Deep inside you couldn't wait to get away from such a depressing sight
>Your favorite sight...
>Crack Pone is sleeping on your side of the bed as you get ready for work
>You don't hate your job
>You don't mind going
>Crack Pone can take care of herself
>To an extent however
>You leave her some money to buy herself some food but you know what she's really going to buy with it so you leave some Macaroni and Cheese in the fridge as a surprise
>Your shoes are already on so you leave out the door
>You work as a janitor in a theater where they put on plays
>There is a play coming up soon so the theater is swamped with actors of all ages
>Some even young
>The sight of all the little filly's and colts running around reminded you of someone special
>You smile and keep sweeping
>"Whoa what's wrong with you?"
"Hm?"
>"You got bags under your eyes the size of the moon! What happened!?"
>Its just some random colt
"Oh I uh..don't sleep much"
>"Why not?"
"mm...don't worry about it kid"
>The kid watched him sweep for a while before running off
>You wonder for a while if Trinity would be an actor
>You shake your head to ignore the thought
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>You get to go home now
>You don't want to go home just yet but you have no excuse to stay out
>You walk home slowly as possible
>Its cold out but it doesn't bother you
>You unlock the locks and come into your home
>Crack Pone isn't around
>Neither is the money
>You sigh knowing where she is
>You put on a bigger jacket and grab a spare jacket for her
>You stumble out the door and walk back to the abandoned arena
>The smell of weed and meth can be smelled a mile away
>You walk even slower, dreading having to be around those gross addicts
>But you know one of those gross addicts was Crack Pone
>Every day you wish you didn't love Crack Pone
>You hated yourself for this
>You hate yourself for wanting a better life than this
>You hate yourself for being so selfish and keeping Crack Pone from going to rehab to avoid her going through withdrawal
>You hate yourself for how much you love her
>And you do love her
>You love her so much it almost scares you
>The walk to the arena gave you time to think about your relationship with Crack Pone
>You think about that suitcase you have in the closet full of your clothes in-case one day you have the courage to leave
>You think about every time you got scared of her dying from a withdrawal
>You think about how you couldn't live without her
>Her weak smiles, the messy way she eats and how much she sleeps
>You smile a bit, despite the cold
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>You get to the arena finally
>Its the usual sight, ponies passed out, some giving eachother blowjobs or other sexual things
>You just want to get Crack Pone and leave
>Everything in this building turned your stomach
>Everything except the white-ish and faded yellow mass in the corner of the room
"How many times must I come and get you..."
>You mutter as you walk towards Crack Pone
>She's lying on the ground twitching with needles in both her arms
>You sigh and slowly take them out
>Her twitching made it hard
>You took of one of the jackets and put it over her like a blanket and scooped her up
>She instinctively squirmed a little in your arms but soon tired herself out
>You hold her like a baby now
>You look down at her and notice how torn up she is
>Her teeth are falling out, her mane was faded and greasy
>You bite your lip and take her out
>"mm...anon?"
>You ignore her and focused on bringing her home
>"Sorry..."
>You stop walking for a second and look down at her
>She is looking up at you with big, bloodshot and droopy eyes
>You notice some tears in them the more you look into them
>You two stared at one another for a long time
>The more you looked into her eyes the more you remembered what she looked like before the drugs got a hold of her
>You eyes tear up and you feel a lump in your throat
>You lifted her up a bit more and put her in en embrace
>You could hear her sniffling
>"I'm sorry Anon I'm sorry...Why did this happen...why god..why me"
>She was crying now
>No drug in the world could stop her tears now
>You couldn't go buy her some or even go make her Macaroni and Cheese
>All you can do is hug her
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>You pick her back up
>She's shivering
>You're shivering too
>She's become more lucid now
>Her arms are wrapped around your neck
>You have one arm wrapped around her torso and the other keeping her held up better
>You two dont hold each other often so in a sense this feels a little nice
>You're still a bit angry that after a long days work you can't just go to sleep
>You think of all the times you had to come over to that forsaken place to get her
>You think of how tired your arms always get from having to carry this addict home so often
>You think about how warm she feels clinging onto you
>"Anon...I think I can walk now.."
>You hear her timid voice say to you
>She must be completely lucid now
"..I know...."
>You don't put her down
>You keep her held close, tightly and safe in your arms
>You take comfort knowing perfectly where she is
>Knowing perfectly that, for the most part, she's okay here
>She makes no effort to resist being held for the rest of the walk home
>You think to yourself how much longer you can take this
>How much longer she can take this
>How many days are left until she overdoses or her body shuts down
>You hold her a bit tighter now
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>You two are home now
>she stumbles to the kitchen
>You sit down on the futon
>You want to take off your shoes but you know you cant
>You scowl at the thought that you can't take off your own shoes in your own house because of that god damn pony
>The lack of sleep must be getting to you
>You often think about the things about Crack Pone that pisses you off
>When you lack sleep, which is usually all the time , you tend to think about it more
>You hate what she's doing to herself and what she's doing to you
>You hate how she talks of having children when you both know her body is too destroyed to handle having another living being in there
>You hate how you can never just sleep, you need to go pick her up from that crack house
>The thought of the things you hate about her flood your brain
>Part of you wants to leave her this very second
>Leave, take your money and go
>You stay seated on that torn up futon
>You don't know why you're staying
>This makes you a bit angrier
>You want to leave but you cant
>Suddenly you hear Crack Pone in the other room
>"Hmm- OH! HA HA! MACARONI AND CHEESE! ANON YOU'RE THE BEST!!"
>You then suddenly remember why you're staying
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>11:30 P.M
>You're about ready to drop
>Crack Pone is sitting beside you stuffing her face with the Macaroni and Cheese you made her
>She's a quiet eater but she's messy as all hell
>"You don't want any anon?"
>You shake you head
>You lie a lot to her when it comes to if you're hungry or not
>You promise yourself the day you stop seeing her rib cage, you'll start eating normally too
>You still haven't fulfilled this promise to yourself
>She's watching one of those reality shows about mares who didn't know they were pregnant
>"Could you imagine if that happened to us?"
"hm?.."
>"If one day I had a baby out of nowhere?"
"I think you'd get a bit of a fright, wouldn't you think?"
>"If course not, I'd be overjoyed!"
>You ignore her and keep watching with her
>You never liked these shows
>You just watch them for her
>"What would we call our baby if we had one?"
"I thought you already picked out a name."
>She keeps eating her macaroni, not listening to you
>You wait to see if she was going to say anything else
"...what about the name Trinity?"
>"I love that name!" she starts bouncing up and down on the futon
>"My smart man~"
>She gives you a smile and looks back to the tv
>"What do you think she'd be?"
>You look at her for a while before speaking
"...maybe a superhero..."
>You mutter to yourself
>"Ha ha yeah! Totally!"
>She finishes her macaroni and lies back with a sigh
>"mmmm I love ya' Anon"
"....I love you too.."
>You can't stand being in this room with her so you go to bed
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>You cant help but notice her talking about kids even more
>You look things up on the Internet to find a way around this
>Crack Pone is asleep on the futon as you search things on the phone you never use anymore
>Would having a kid make her stop what she's doing?
>Would her body handle this kind of thing?
>Either way, you know the empty promise of a baby would break her off drugs somehow
>You go to the living room and shake her gently
>"mm? Anon?"
"Lets go to the hospital tomorrow after work, ok?"
>"Why? Is something wrong?!"
"Nothing's wrong...just...lets try for Trinity maybe?"
>Crack Pone's ears perked up high
>Her faded eyes lightened up
>She jumps up and hugs you
>You know Trinity will never happen but this was the best you could do
>You didn't want her to go to rehab
>You were scared shed find someone else
>She wouldn't have to rely on you
>She wouldn't have a reason to hang out with you so much
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>Your work day seemed shorter than usual but at the same time it seemed to drag forever
>The younger actors all continued to play and rehearse as you swept the stage and acted as a constant reminder of what you must do when you come home
>Once work was done you walk back home, half expecting to have to leave once you enter to go get Crack Pone
>You unlock the locks and come inside
>Unlike most days, Crack Pone was sitting on the futon
>Her mane was in a ponytail but unwashed
>She had on some makeup too
>If you look quick enough she could look remotely like...a normal pony
>"Anon your home! C'mon lets go!!"
>seeing her look so peppy and self aware at this time of the day felt weird
"Heh okay fine"
>You watch her put on a new looking jacket and to two headed out the door
>Outside is almost freezing and the walk to the hospital is 3 miles
>The coldness had no effect on you
>The cold air was masked over from the warmth you felt flowing from Crack Pone
>She stumbles a few times as she walked but other than that she seems normal
>"We're getting a baby~ We're getting a baby~"
>She sung happily to herself
"we're just going to the hospital to see if you can have one, don't get too excited okay?"
>It hurts saying this to her
>She isn't fazed, she simply skips along besides you
>"Oh! Look!"
>She points a hoof to the sky
>You look up to see it's snowing
"huh...cool"
>You two keep walking
>The coldness is getting to you now and you notice Crack Pones hoofs dragging
>Her breathing has hitched
>You knew this walk is too far for her, she hasn't smoked anything all day
>She coughs a little
>She coughs more
>"Do you think our daughter will like snow?"
"...Of course...me you and her will make snow angels and everything together"
>She begins coughing harder
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>You notice Crack Pones steps getting slower and slower
>Her head is lowered now and you can hear her heavy breathing
"Do you want me to carry you?"
>"N-no...it's fine..."
>She can barely talk
>You see the marks in the snow from how much she's dragging her hoofs
>Each breath you hear is slower than the last
>You walk slowly beside her
>It's taking her a minute to take each step it seems
"I can carry you, it's fine I don't mind"
>"N-No I wanna..W-w..W..wa-..wa.."
>You see blood coming from her nose
>She then collapses to the ground shaking
>In a panic you pick her up
>You have no OxyContin to give her
>You hold her tighter than ever and begin running towards the hospital
>"A-A...A-A-Ann-nnnon?"
"You're going to be okay! Don't worry I have you!"
>"A-A..am I hhh-hh-having my b-b-baby now?"
"What!?"
>"Th-the sh-shows say...I-it h-hurts h-...-ing baby.."
>She's barely speaking but you can almost understand her
>Tears roll down your face as you run to the hospital
"What!? ...Yes..Your having your baby"
>You decide to agree with her just to keep her talking so you know she's still alive
>"Is...it-t-t-t a g-g-g..."
"Yes..it's a girl...it's a girl and she's beautiful"
>You get to the hospital and almost break down the door you're in such a panic
"SOMEBODY HELP HER!! PLEASE I NEED HELP HERE!!"
>Doctors and workers rush to see what all the noise is
>"Wh-wh-wha...sh-she look...."
>Doctors begin rushing to the emergency to get stretchers and IV's
>All you do is hold her tight as your tears fall on her
"She's on the short side...a-and she's cute..."
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>Crack Pone lies in a hospital bed
>You sit next to her on a uncomfortable chair
>The doctors have told you her condition is stable and you can leave whenever you want
>You stay by her side for a few more minutes
>You can't tell if she's passed out or sleeping anymore
>You used to he able to tell the difference but your mind is too full of scrambled words to tell
>You stand up and mumble to her
"I'll...see you tomorrow after work"
>You always wanted an excuse to get away from Crack Pone
>Now more than ever
>You put on your coat and leave
>Everything has a layer of snow over it
>It's beautiful
>You walk back to your flat, undo the locks but stay outside the door
>It doesn't feel right
>You open the door slowly, half hoping she'd be in bed asleep, sitting on the couch or even passed out on the floor
>You just want her home
>You get to go to bed early tonight, not having to stay up with her
>It doesn't feel right
>You don't need to make any food for her or go to the crack house and get her
>You can spend the night as if you two weren't together
>You can spend the night as if you had a normal life, ignoring how gross your apartment is
>It doesn't feel right
>You lie in bed and look to where she would lie
>You roll over to her side of the bed, it smelled kinda like her anyway
>You sleep
>No nightmares
>No waking up in a sweat
>No leaving money on the dresser before going to work
>It doesn't feel right
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>You walk to work again
>You have actual money in your pocket today, not having to give it to Crack Pone
>You get to the theater just in time to find out the acting group is having a party to celebrate the final night of their play
>There are tables of food every where
>You groan knowing you'll have to clean all this up
>On the bright side, you can take the leftovers home and have actual food in your flat for once
>You put your mind to your work to make the day go faster
>Finally after at least 3 hours the party ends and the actors start going home
>You start using left over baggies to carry the food
>A filly runs over to you
>"Hey! Stop stealing food!"
"I'm not stealing, its going to be thrown out anyway"
>The filly pouts
>You ignore her and keep looking around for more baggies
>You then see on one of the tables, a almost empty bowl of macaroni and cheese
>You instantly go over and shove whats left into a bag
>"Hey! My mom made that!''
>Jesuschristgoaway.png
"Look, I’m not stealing ok? I'm just going to give this to my..."
>You stop for a moment and wonder what Crack Pone is to you exactly
>People have called you two boyfriend and girlfriend before
>Some have called you two just flatmates
>You two sleep together in the same bed, kiss and some nights even make love
>For the sake of ending the conversation there however, you simply say
"My girlfriend."
>"You have a girlfriend?! Aaww! Whats she like?!"
"Why do you care?"
>"Because thats adorable!!"
"I don't really want to talk about her right now"
>"Why?"
"Shes....she's really sick right now..."
>"sheesh, that must be lame."
>The little filly then ran off to her mother
>You knew Trinity wouldn't be like that
>Trinity would be polite and kind
>She'd be cute and sweet like her mother
>But hopefully not eat so much Macaroni
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>You visit her at the hospital after work
>As you sit there in that backless chair, you watch her
>She's breathing normally and looks better than last night
>You realize then, if she can't handle walking from the flat to the hospital, she won't handle childbirth
>You realize how strange life feels without her
>You're not sure if you miss her or not
>Her eyes then open
>You instantly sit up
>Her lazy looking eyes look around
>The moment she makes eye contact with you she does her weak smile
>That smile she's done so many times before
"...Welcome back, Pone"
>You hold out your hand a little for her
>She giggled weakly and reached her hoof out to touch your hand
>"I came back~"
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>Crack Pone sits in the waiting room while you talk to a doctor about her condition
>The doctor lectures you about letting her do all these drugs but you don't listen
>You just nod and say "uh huh"
>You just want to leave and take her home
>You suddenly remember why you two were going to the hospital in the first place
>You already know the answer to the question you want to ask, but you ask anyway
"Um...say what would happen to her if she was to...have a baby?"
>"Dear lord, she isn't pregnant is she?!"
>You wonder why he'd even ask, doctors of all people should tell if anything is pregnant
"No no shes not its just...forget it
>"Young man, I'm sure you're aware of what would happen to a baby in a body like that. It could come out slow, disfigured, the baby itself could be born addicted to heroin."
"I understand I understand."
>"It could be crippled or eve-"
"I said I understand! I just want to go home..."
>"...alright then sir. I need you to get your wife and have her fill out these papers"
>Jesus this doctor was a moron, he should at least notice you two had different last names
>Crack Pone signed some papers and you two leave
>The moment you two get outside you pick her up
>"Wh- anon I can walk y'know!"
"..I know"
>It all reminds you of that one night but you ignore the thought
>As you walk there is a silence
>You simply enjoyed the feeling of her clinging onto you and occasionally nuzzling her head on the side of yours
>"The doctor said I could never have kids..."
>Crack Pone broke the silence finally
"That doctor was stupid anyway. He thought we were married, didn't even bother to check our last names"
>Crack Pone giggled a bit, despite her obvious sadness
>"I wouldn't mind being married to you anon"
>You don't respond
>You keep holding her even when you get home
>You lie down on the futon with her curled up on top of you
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>Days passed one at a time
>Crack Pone continued doing what she always did
>You continued to ignore it all
>Crack Pone was still upset about never being able to have children, and often had crying fits over it when she was a little too high on marijuana
>"I would have been such a good mother" is all she would say as she'd cry into your shirt
>You hold her each time she cries like this, its all you can do
>"I would have been...such a good mother..."
>You know she'll cry herself out eventually, so you just calmly wait
>But you notice she's lasting longer than usual
>You sigh and decide to think of options again
>The thought of Rehab keeps coming to you
>You try and think of ways around sending her so far away from you
>You can't
"...Crack Pone...how about I get you out of here?"
>"*sniffle* wh- huh?"
"You would be a good mother...but you can't if you're like this"
>She nods a bit and sits up so you two can talk better
"...want to try rehab?"
>She sniffles and rubs her eyes with her hoofs
>You can tell she's avoiding answering you
>You can tell she doesn't want to go
>You don't really want her to go either
"...Please..."
>"I...I don't know..."
>She rubs her eyes again and looks at her hoofs
>Collapsed veins after collapsed veins, all down her arms
>You see her slowly put her hand on her stomach
>A long pause happens between you and her
>You patiently wait her reply
>"....No..."
>She rubs her hoof across her tiny empty stomach
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>You wake up to Crack Pone on the floor the next day
>The fact she refuses to go to rehab flusters you
>You don't bother picking her back up off the ground this time
>You don't need to go to work today, you don't bother thinking of an excuse to leave
>You open the door and close it as you leave
>The snow is up at least a foot now
>You don't care
>You walk anyway
>You're not sure where you're walking to, you just need to get away from her before you do something you regret
>You've already done so many things to her you regret
>Giving her money for drugs
>Letting her live with you
>Never telling her off for how much she is ruining herself
>You let out a yell of anger once you reached a mile away from the building she was in
"If you would be such a fucking good mom why the fuck can't you get clean for Trinity?!"
>You speak out loud to yourself, not bothering to see if anyone else was around
"Trinity needs an actual fucking mom not a god damn dirt bag addict like you!"
>You stop walking when you notice somebody walking by
>They're staring at you having your angry breakdown
>You just keep walking now
>You think to yourself as you wonder home why she would be so selfish and not go
>You stop in your tracks
>You didn't want her to go for years and now you're mad at her saying no
>You let out another angry groan and hit yourself in the forehead
>Now that Trinity is such a vision now, things have changed between you two
>Trinity was an excuse
>Not an excuse to leave Crack Pone
>She was an excuse to get Crack Pone better
>You can't help but smile a bit thinking of Trinity now, until you remember she will never be born
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>You come home
>You didn't lock the door so you just walk in
>You see Crack Pone still passed out on the floor
>She is lucid now you think
>As you put your coat away you hear a little "...mmnn...hey anon..."
>You don't answer her
>You just walk to the kitchen for food
>Kitchen is a fucking mess as usual
>You open the fridge
>7 baggies of macaroni in there
>whatthefuckisthishit.png
>You go to the living room
>Crack Pone is sitting up now and rubbing her eyes
"Whats with the macaroni in the fridge?"
>"Wh- nooo you weren't supposed to see that yet!!"
>She gets up and stumbles to the kitchen
>You follow even though you now she doesn't want you to
>She takes a note off the fridge door
>You're surprised you haven't seen it yet
"Why can't I see this?"
>"You can see it..when I'm sure about something.."
>You don't bother asking anymore
>you don't really wanna talk to her anyway
>The day passes like any other until you get ready for bed
>Crack Pone is asleep on the bed already, sprawled out leaving no room for you
>You didn't feel like sleeping in the same bed as her anyway
>You look to where she put the note
>Curiosity gets the better of you
>You take it an open it
"Dear Anon, here are 7 bags of macaroni for every day of the week you're my favorite man. I thought I'd cook for you at least once to practice for when Trinity comes when I come back from rehab. I can't wait to see you when I'm back! I love you!"
>You pause for a moment
>Was she leaving today? Did she change her mind just last night?
>You remembered what she said before, why she wouldn't show it to you ye
>Maybe you'll ask tomorrow
>For now you curl up in the spot Crack Pone didn't have a hoof and slept
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>You wake up the next morning to the sound of Crack Pone throwing up on the floor
>You sit up and crawl over to her
"What's wrong?"
>She can't answer
>You hold back her hair as she runs to the bathroom
>You lift the toilet seat, keeping her hair pulled back
>She threw up continuously, it was ungodly
>She finally stopped minutes after
"What's wrong with you?
>She's still too out of breath to speak
>You sigh and take some paper towels to your room and start cleaning up the vomit off the floor
>"I've...just been..sick in the mornings.."
>You hear her coming in behind you and crawl up onto the bed
"Wh-...huh?"
>She rubs across her tiny stomach
>You suddenly notice why she wants to go to rehab now
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>You take one more sick day off work to think this through
>You look to Crack Pone, asleep on the futon
>Dear god that mare can sleep
>You look at her stomach
>It doesn't look swollen or any bigger, maybe its just from the medicine she was given at the hospital mixing with whatever drugs she already had in her system
>You think about all the reasons she couldn't be pregnant, the doctors didn't say anything about it (Doctor was stupid anyway)
>You think about the last time you and her made love
>You two haven't made love in a month therefore there is no way this could be happening
>Crack Pone's body is too brittle for bearing a child....right?
>You look at her and watch her sleep
>You bite her lip and think to yourself more, trying to find out what has happened between you two after these two years
>Why is this happening now?
>"anon?.."
"Oh yes?"
>"Can you make something?..."
"Of course! Anything for you."
>You go to the kitchen and start boiling water to make her some Macaroni and Cheese



>You know she wants to go to rehab now
>You don't know where to start looking
>You ask the hospital and they just give you a few papers
>You go back to the house to find Crack Pone still lying on the futon
>"Welcome Home anon.."
"mhm..."
>You come over and sit by her
>She sits up and crawls onto your lap
>"mm rub my back~"
>You smile a bit and put the papers on the armrest and start betting her back
>You know you're going to miss this
>You know you're going to miss her
>You wonder if you could just lie and say you can't find any rehab places for her
>You know that wouldn't be right
>For now you just enjoy the moment you two are sharing now
>Your hand stroked her back and she lets out a tiny groan
>You smile looking down at her
>The tv wasn't on today, the only noise that could be heard in this horrible looking apartment you two shared was the sound of your's and Crack Pone's breathing
"...Y'know it can stay like this if you want. Just me and you here on the futon..."
>Jesus what are you saying
>You feel yourself cringe at your own words
>You get upset with her for not wanting to go, upset when she wasn't to go, you didn't know what to feel
>All you knew now was you wanted her happy
>It might cost your happiness but its worth it for her
>"I wouldn't mind that..little Trinity would enjoy it too when she's out. I can't wait to meet her..."
>You don't want to bring up the fact that she might not be pregnant
>She seems happier than she's been in at least a year
>You thought you'd buy her a pregnancy test just to make sure
>It'd either break her heart if it was negative, or break yours if it was positive
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 >Crack Pone falls asleep eventually just like she always does
>You lie her down in your bed
>Its daytime so you decide to go buy that test now
>You walk the three miles to the hospital, trying to keep those thoughts of what happened on this rout the last time
>You enter the hospital and walk to the back where you last saw a pharmacy
>You walk in, buy the first one you see and leave
>On the way you see the the doctor who said (or thought) she wasn't pregnant
"Hey you!"
>"Yes? Is there a problem?"
>You could see hes walking to the bathroom
>You stop him
"Why didn't you tell me my wife-..my girlfriend was pregnant?"
>"Excuse me?"
"I asked about what would happen if she was pregnant and you acted like she wasn't"
>"Is she?"
>ohmygodthisfucker.avi
"We think so..."
>"Oh heavens! Do you know what could happen?!"
"YES! DAMNIT! You told me already!!"
>"No I only told you what could happen to the baby! Do you know what could happen to HER?!"
"...wh-..what would happen?"
>"If the baby even survives inside of her-"
"What will happen to HER damnit!?"
>You can feel her heart beating out of your chest you're so angry at this dense fucker
>"She could suffer a maternal death!"
"Wh-..maternal...what?! No that can't happen!"
>"Its happened befo-"
>You're already gone
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>You're holding your breath waiting for Crack Pone to come out
>You haven't told her what the doctor told you
>You haven't told her about what could happen to the baby either
>You have noticed her taking a lot less drugs than usual
>She has been laying off the heroin and only taking it to avoid overdosing
>You're proud of her for that, but it feels weird and almost..wrong not giving her money in the morning
>You've become so used to this all
>Crack Pone is in the bathroom now testing out the pregnancy test
>All you do is wait
>Television is off
>Your phone is off
>Nothing but you and your thoughts
>You think of what this apartment used to look like before it became such a dump
>You think about the day you two moved in together
>You two had nothing but this one futon
>You two would curl up together on it at nighttime to sleep because you had no bed yet
>You two made love for the first time on this futon too
>You remembered the time it almost burned down when Crack Pone tried to make you a surprise breakfast on the day you got that job
>Where you willing to share these memories with another little pony?
>Was this little pony even going to be yours?
>You think back to the reasons why she couldn't be pregnant
>The main one was, you two haven't made love in a month
>Then it hits you
>The day you brought her back from the crack house
>You knew she did sexual favors for people for crack or even heroin but would she go that far?
>Would this child be yours?
>...would it matter?
>You love Crack Pone
>You love her flaws and all
>You often wondered what you would do for her
>You remember the countless times you'd say "Anything for you"
>Would this count?
>It was just another reason not to have the child
>Not only could it not be yours it could also rid you of the thing you love more than anything
>You sigh and sit back only to instantly sit back up again
>She walks out of the bathroom and you look to her
>"WE'RE HAVING A BABYY!!"
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>The first month you and Crack Pone started living together, it shocked and worried you how much she could sleep
>After living with her for 2 years if she was awake for more than 8 hours a day it would shock and scare you
>Today she stayed up a little longer than that to be there when you made the call to book a train ticket for her to go to rehab
>The ticket would take her from you in 5 days
>She will be gone until they think she is fit to leave
"5 Days..."
>Now she was sleeping beside you
>Her face is facing yours and some of her greasy thin locks were covering her face
>You reach out and gently brush them aside
>You're going to miss doing that
>You're going to miss her childish attitude
>You're going to miss the way she eats all messy
>You're going to miss having to buy Macaroni almost every week for her
>You're going to miss lying next to her like this
>You're even going to miss carrying her back home from the days spent at the crack house
>Out of all the things you're going to miss that weak, innocent smile she does when she's waking up to see you in the mornings or after passing out
>You're going to miss the way her eyes sag when she does it and how she'd look around for a second each time after opening them before finding you
>You're going to miss..her
>This had to be someone else's baby inside her
>Is her dying worth it for someone else's baby?
>You knew no matter who the father was she would want to keep it
>All the days she has spent talking about what her child would be like
>If she would be thin, tiny, cute, stubborn or shy even
>Some days she would forget all about these talks about what her child with you would be like
>Some day you will never have these talks about what her child would be like ever again
>You sigh and snuggle in closer, wishing you two were snuggled up on that futon like you were two years ago
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>You aren't allowed anymore sick days
>You don't want to leave Crack Pone
>You've spent two years wanting to leave her but now its one of the things you dread over anything
>"Anon how about I come with you?"
"To work? I don't think it'd be okay"
>"C'mon please?"
>You sigh
"Anything for you."
>She starts bouncing up and down on the bed
>You knew she only wanted to go to see the child actors
>You've told her about them
>You also told her the children are probably all gone now since the play is over
>You watch her put a few Oxycontin pills in her saddlebag as she gets ready to avoid overdose
>You already have your shoes on as usual
>You two leave, you of course insist of carrying her the way to the theater
>Neither of you talk, you simply enjoy the feeling of her arms wrapped back around you
>And yours around her
>Once you get to the theater you put her down and she shivered
>The snow wasn't that high up for her
>You two walk in and are instantly welcomed by the new acting group
>They see your Crack Pone hiding behind you a little
>You arch an eyebrow at her strange behavior
>You notice how everybody else in the building aside from her looked like they were alive
>She was the only one out of everyone who had rotting teeth, collapsed veins and possibly a heroin baby in her belly
>One of the kids ask whats wrong with her
>You feel the need to tell off that brat for saying something so rude
>You hear her voice from behind you
>"I was cursed by a witch!"
>whut.png
>the little kids all looked at each other
>"Wow really?!" one of the fillies yelled out
>"Really! She cursed me for stealing her potions! And you know what she said to me after cursing me?"
>A colt tilted his head and asked “What?”
>"That all I'm aloud to eat....IS LITTLE PONIES!"
>She started chasing them around
>All the ponies began squealing and laughing
>You think to yourself before grabbing a broom
"She really would have been such a great mother"
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>You vacuumed the carpet on the theaters common room
>Every so often Crack Pone would run past you squealing "You'll never take me alive!" followed by a stampede of little Fillies squealing and laughing
>Each time it happened you'd chuckle a bit before noticing the dirty hoof prints on the carpet
"...ugh..."
>You keep vacuuming
>The constant noise of the children laughing and hollering was weird to hear
>You never heard them all laughing
>You wondered if this is what your household would be like if Crack Pone lives through giving birth
>Would you wake up every morning to Trinity and Crack Pone running around the house laughing
>You hoped it wouldn't be this hard to clean when the baby comes
>If the baby comes
>Your thoughts are interupted with the sound of Crack Pone yelling "No I'm cornered! Thank heavens they don't know the one word that kills me *fake cough* Apples *fake cough*
>It sounds like every child in the world is screaming the word apples all of a sudden
>"NOO!! HOW DID THEY- Blehh!"
>An uproar of children's laughter explodes from the other room
"Oh my god"
>You can't help but laugh at the series of sounds you just heard as you try cleaning the thousands of hoof prints off of the carpet
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>You haven't seen Crack Pone all day at work
>She was out playing with the younger ponies
>You wondered why the adults just let the child actors go play with a total stranger like that
>Especially someone who looked the way Crack Pone did
>Crack Pone had rotten teeth, faded colours, bloodshot eyes and all
>You could hear the muffled laughter of kids outside though an open window
>You could hear a kid yell out "NOW ME NOW ME!"
>You didn't know what they were playing, you did however know that it was almost time for you to end your shift
>You clocked out and put away the janitor supplies in the closed and went outside
>Crack Pone and the younger children were playing in the show together
>You stood and watched for a while seeing how happy she and the kids were
>Not a single one of them wasn't smiling
>Every so often you can see Crack Pone put her hand on her stomach and look down at it
>You hear a colt ask, "Whats wrong with your belly? Are you sick?"
>"No, I just have my baby in here"
>You walk over now, seeing how everyone has calmed down
>A filly runs up closer to her to get a better look
>"A baby?! A boy or a girl?" she asks
>"I'm hoping its a girl."
>All the girls in the group did a little cheer
>"I'm not sure when she's coming but I can't wait to meet her. I was thinking we'd name her Trinity. I can bring her here so you all can meet her when she comes"
>You smile and motion to Crack Pone that you two need to go home now
>"Oh sorry kids, I need to leave"
>All the kids let out a loud "nooo!"
>"Hey! Don't say that or I'll have to come by....and GOBBLE YOU UP!"
>Each kid screamed and jumped back a bit
>You and Crack Pone laugh as you two turn to go home
>Crack Pone had a smile on her face but you could tell she was exhausted
>Surprised she was able to last that long you scoop her up into your arms and start walking home again
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>You have three days left with Crack Pone until she leaves
>You don't know how long she is leaving for
>Crack Pone took a little shot of crack when she got home and is now sitting on your lap eating Macaroni and Cheese
>Its all she has eaten for the past 2 days
>Its the only thing she has requested to eat
>As she is eating you're braiding her hair
>You're shit at braiding hair
>She has been throwing up a lot lately the first night you two found out making her lighter and skinnier
>You wonder what she'll be like after rehab
>She'll be in there for at least a year
>It then hits you
>A baby takes usually 9 months to come out
>Your eyes fill as you realize, staring at the back of her head, covered in a poorly multi-braided mane your worst fear is now destined to come true
>Her dying in rehab
>Not due to drugs
>Due to a baby of all things
>You stop braiding for a moment as more of this sets in
>You wont see her in rehab
>You probably wont be there when she gives birth
>These last three days with her are the last three days you will never get to spend with her
"...No..no no no no!"
>You instantly hug her
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>She drops her bowl of macaroni
>"Wh- Anon you made me drop my--"
"Please I'm begging you don't have this baby!"
>You're now sobbing as you hug her, nuzzling your face in her mane
>"What? Why not? Anon whats wrong?"
"I don't want you..I don't want you to die.."
>Your words are muffled from your face being buried into her mane
>"Die?! Who said anything about dying?!"
"The doctor-..s-said you wouldn't live if you g-gave birth! I don't want that! Please I'll do anything!"
>Crack Pone stayed on your lap as you held your vice grip like hug onto her
>"...Anon I want more than anything to have this baby...:
>You can feel her move her hoof to her stomach
>"I've waited so long...If letting her into the world means I have to die the-"
"We can adopt! W-we can get one of those..agh what're they called...surrogate mothers? Please just let us do that! You don't have to die! I don't want you to!"
>”Anon...Trinity is my baby..I already lived my life. I don’t want to take it away from her”
“No! You haven’t lived your life! W-we can go to so many places together! We can go see some of those plays the kids put on at that theater!”
>”C’mon anon...I can’t even walk 2 miles, how can I go to other places?”
“I can carry you! I don’t mind! Just please..”
>You start sobbing into her mane
>You’ve never held her so tight your whole life
>Two years you haven’t held her like this once and you hate yourself for it now
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>Two more days left
>You spend it trying to convince her not to have the child
>She continues to deny you
>You eventually learn for real how much she wants this baby to be alive
>You slowly stop asking her not to have it
>You still want to keep begging as if it would stop her
>Finally the day has come
>Your last day together
>You spoil the crap out of her
>Macaroni and Cheese for breakfast, lunch, supper and snacks
>You carry her almost everywhere and tell her you love her every chance you can
>You and her talk about what kind of pony Trinity will be
>It has become more of a game than anything
>"Would she play sports?"
"Of course! She'd play everything! Basketball! Baseball too!"
>"Ew not hockey tho! I hate that sport"
"Why would she play hockey? She's too busy being a first class ballet dancer"
>"Ouu ballet?! Of course!"
>She'd put her hand on her belly and look down
>"Hear that? I'm sure you'd be a wonderful dancer"
>You are surprised that the day was spent laughing instead of crying
>Why couldn't every day be like this
>Why did things start lightening up only now
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>She is curled up ontop of you sleeping
>You two are on the futon
>It reminded you of how you used to live years ago
>Happy go lucky, curled up on a futon
>You check the time
>3:30
>The train arrives at 4:00
>You don't want time to continue
>You wish time would stop at this very moment
>Your arm draped across her as she sleeps on top of you
>It was hard to believe things were so miserable only a week ago
>It was hard to believe you spent months looking for reasons to leave this apartment and her
>It was hard to believe this could be the last time you ever see her
>You sit up and keep her held close to you
>She is still asleep
>You stand up, drape a jacket around her, put on her backpack full of luggage and carry her out the door
>The snow is falling slower than usual
>For a second you think time has slowed and maybe your wish was granted
>You feel her squirm a bit getting more comfortable
>Her chin is rested on your shoulder with one arm hanging over the other
>She felt warmer than usual despite the freezing snow
>You get to the train station in time, give the ticket to the bus driver and put the sleeping Crack Pone in a chair
>You brush the bangs from her face one last time
>Her eyes open lazily and she looks over to you
>You two make eye contact
>She does a weak smile
>"mm anon?"
"..Yes?"
>"When Trinity comes...take good care of her"
>You nod and kiss her on the forehead
"Anything for you"
>The bell rings and you get off the train to walk home



>You sit down on that futon
"She's really gone..."
>You begin cleaning up the flat
>You've forgotten what the place looks like clean
>Throwing away the left over macaroni hurt
>You left the seven bags in the fridge however
>You cleaned all the dishes and the floor
>Something catches your eye
>You look to the fridge to see a note magnated on there
>You go over and read it
"Dear Anon, here are 7 bags of macaroni for every day of the week you're my favorite man. I thought I'd cook for you at least once to practice for when Trinity comes when I come back from rehab. I can't wait to see you when I'm back! I love you!"
>Except she never came back
>A year and a half has passed, that note stays on the fridge
>Two years after Trinity is born the family services lets her live with you in that tiny flat
>Since she doesn't have a room she sleeps on the futon some nights
>Trinity doesn't look much like you but she has her mother’s eyes, looks and of course, love for Macaroni and Cheese


The End.