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- >"Honestly darling, I don't quite see the point here"
- >There in a small cafe sat two girls.
- >One covered in band-aids and pride.
- >The other in fashion and concern
- >Just another day in the life of a boxer.
- >The girl having trouble reaching out for her juice winced.
- >Dark, purple bruises scattered across her arms
- >Her hands barely able to close around her drink.
- >Sighing loudly with a judgmental stare
- >The girl's friend placed a straw into the glass.
- >She held it up to her friend's slightly swollen face.
- "Thank ya" she grunted as if nothing was wrong with her.
- >Her lips struggled with making contact with the straw.
- >"...Applejack"
- "Hang on, ah almost got it"
- >The bone white girl could feel the beginnings of a throbbing headache appear.
- >She pinched the bridge of her nose as she shut her eyes.
- >Once more she sighed loudly.
- "Everythin' okay Rare?"
- >The concerned question was punctuated by obnoxious slurping.
- >Rarity's eyes opened as her head was still tilted downwards.
- >She slowly rose back up as she rested her hand on her cheek.
- >"This has been a long time coming" she thought.
- >Taking another deep breath she put down her friend's now empty drink.
- >"Applejack, dear"
- >"I think..." the next few words were hard to find.
- >"...I think you should stop this silly boxing thing."
- "Silly?" the stubbornness came to light a fire behind Applejack's eyes.
- >Her battered arms attempting to push herself up from the table in anger.
- >But the strain was too much.
- >Rarity's expression softened with concern.
- >"Yes, I do believe this whole boxing thing is now just a silly waste of your time, Applejack."
- >Her hand tried to intertwine with AJ's, but the slowly steaming girl pulled her hand away from the table.
- >She sucked air through her teeth as pain drove a loaded bus all down her arm
- "Ah'm finally winning matches and y'all want me to hang up mah gloves?" her words as stiff as her fingers.
- >Rarity found herself sighing once more.
- >Too many times in one day.
- >"I'm happy for you."
- >"Don't think I'm not, but look at yourself." Rarity gestured at the pouting bandaged girl
- "Rare, we've been over this."
- "It just comes with the sport" she tried to brush off what Rarity was saying as she tried to look down at herself.
- >A no-legged man selling her shoes had a better chance of convincing Rarity.
- >But Rarity recognized that tone in Applejack's voice.
- >Her drive has no brakes until something gives.
- >A shiver ran up the base of Rarity's neck down her spine.
- >"...I at least want you to consider it"
- >"For me." her deep sapphire eyes looked up at the still standing Applejack.
- >Hoping to knock some sense into her.
- >AJ's shoulders relaxed as she clutched the side of her left arm.
- >She didn't fully understand why her will was going all in on boxing.
- >All she knew was the cheer of the crowd.
- >Excited fans screaming her name.
- >How the ring shines like beautiful gem.
- >It's a warm and fuzzy feeling.
- >She looked down at her hand and made a fist.
- >Her fingers barely able to close unless she forced it.
- >Ignoring the pain, she looked back towards Rarity.
- >Whose eyes still held a motherly concern.
- >Like unyielding stone towers.
- >Applejack smirked as she placed her hand over the top of Rarity's.
- "Ah'll be fine, Rare"
- "Promise"
- "I'm sorry, we've done everything we can" an almost whisper tone settled in the white room.
- >The air felt dry and bitter.
- >Rarity's mascara was running horrible streaks down her cheeks.
- >The makeup and the bitterness of her tears stinging her eyes.
- >Such a sensation didn't even feel real at the moment.
- >Not with what her eyes could not avert from.
- >Tubes connected to an amalgamation of a machine.
- >The worst part was it was horribly silent.
- >Not a sound from the beast.
- >Silence though was an awful thing.
- >It made her mind wander.
- >Why was she in this room to begin with?
- >Why had a voice apologized to her?
- >Why was she crying?
- >Glancing up from her tear-stained lap she remembered.
- >"Applejack..."
- >The words refused to pass Rarity's lips.
- >Instead, her shaking hand wrapped itself around the limp hand before her.
- >Cold.
- >Practically frozen.
- >She tried to resist looking to Applejack's face.
- >But she failed.
- >Cursed by her own curiosity.
- >Through teary eyes she saw her beloved Applejack.
- >Or rather, what remained of her.
- >Rarity's chest heaved and huffed.
- >Her mind refusing to accept this circumstance.
- >But the lifeless, washed-out look in her eyes was all too real.
- >Feeling it all too much, Rarity buried her face in the side of Applejack's bed.
- >Sobbing, and cursing herself.
- >"I-I'm sorr-" her words stuck in her throat as she looked back up.
- >There was nothing.
- >No one.
- >No man nor machine.
- >Rarity still felt something grabbing her hand.
- >Despite the emptiness in the room.
- >Through some blind courage she managed to peek down at her wrist.
- >Her heart froze solid.
- >Applejack's severed hand gripped around her arm like a bird of prey.
- >Then in an instant.
- >It faded away to nothingness.
- >To dust.
- "We've done everything we can" echoed like an epitaph on an old tombstone.
- >Then nothing.
- >The feeling of being drowned in frozen water jolted Rarity almost out of bed.
- >Her heart racing a mile a minute.
- >Threatening to shake the whole room if she couldn't calm down.
- >Taking deep breaths however she saw familiar sights.
- >No more white room.
- >No more machines.
- >On the nightstand next to her was her well-organized collection of night masks and emergency makeup.
- >Her breathing became less heavy.
- >But a sound to the other side caught her attention.
- >Sounded like a cheese grater going to town on a car tire.
- >Glancing over she witnessed Applejack's majesty.
- >Pajamas wrinkled.
- >Drool on the side of her face.
- >And a hearty snore in her lungs.
- >But the important thing was, she was okay.
- >Rarity smiled as her baggy eyes held back more tears.
- >She smirked.
- >Carefully she gently rose from the bed.
- >Reaching into the bottom drawer of her nightstand.
- >Hidden inside was a lighter and a pack of cigarettes.
- >A half-empty pack of cigarettes.
- >One for every time she dreamed about the white room.
- >Exiting the apartment through the back door.
- >The sounds of the night echoed.
- >Crickets chirping, and the occasional passing car.
- >Under the pale moonlight, Rarity took a deep drag of her smoke.
- >The worry just melting away from the burning embers.
- >Even if she was standing next to a disgusting dumpster.
- >Even though her nights have been filled with those horrific nightmares.
- >There was still something to keep her grounded.
- >For now
- >"One, one-two"
- >"Keep that rhythm going now!"
- >Applejack jabbed from left to right with almost no time between blows.
- >Each punch thudded against the leather bag in an almost operatic recourse.
- >"That's it girl!"
- >"Work em' like a big ole apple tree!"
- >A small smirk crept up on Applejack's sweating face.
- >The same combination connected with the bag as she kept on her toes.
- >Just like riding a bike.
- >One small step back and as quick as a bullet.
- >An uppercut bending the bag almost in half as it was practically launched like a shooting star.
- >Gritting her teeth she let out a small breath and chuckled.
- "Still got it" she confidentially thought.
- "How was that Sal?" she turned her head to the side of the ring.
- >Where a grizzled, older black gentleman in a red tracksuit, and navy blue joggers was standing.
- >Looking proud.
- >"You looking good out there kid"
- >"Just remember to keep your rhythm right, and to protect that face of your's"
- >He pointed down at Applejack's midsection.
- >"Your stomach can take a beatin' like a tree trunk, but your face is still fragile like fine china."
- >But before another word of advice could be spoken.
- >The gym doors flew open with a sudden jolt.
- >Cold, numb feelings entered Applejack's spine.
- >Tingling, and chilling it.
- >"Ap-Apple-Ap-Applejack."
- >Facing the door, Applejack saw Rarity and she had seen better days.
- >Her makeup streaking in huge globby runs as more tears waterfall down her face.
- "Rare?"
- "What's wrong?"
- >As if those three words were the catalyst to some long lost form of pure rage.
- >She went off like a wildcat on the hunt.
- >Pouncing Applejack.
- >Her body tensed as she prepared to be tackled by the drama bomb, but it didn't come.
- >Instead she felt a warmth wetness spread across her shoulder.
- >Choking sobs slightly vibrated her shoulder.
- >Applejack's hands still in their gloves.
- >Curled into fists.
- >Her right hand inched close to Rarity's back to comfort her.
- "It'll be okay, Rare."
- "Whatever it is."
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