The Scruffy Stallion: Part 7

Dear Journal,

          I can't believe this. I've been having nightmares all week, about Iona crashing and falling while she flew. They're so vivid, so lifelike…They always start out great, too. But as soon as she starts to fly, they turn horribly dark. She'll crash, bones broken and miserable and she looks over to me. 'Why didn't you help?' She asked. 'Why didn't you teach me?' Each night is worse than the last. They become more vivid…More painful…More depressing. Each time she crashes sooner, each time I wake up sooner, and I can't go back to sleep. I haven't been able to sleep for days because of this. Not since my last entry.

I feel terrible, journal.

          Inky Marks is always there for me, though. He and Seabreeze really help me out a lot. I even called him 'bro' today. He smiled, and patted me on the back, and told me in his funny accent: 'Ah knew you'd do it, Scraggs! Don't worry, everythin's gonna be fine!'

I believe him, somewhat. I finally do.

          Seabreeze on the other hand, she likes to tell me how "important" I am. I don't believe her. She tells me that she's really happy that I showed up in Ponyville, and that I'm more than just a bum, and that I should be happy for who I am, and that she is happy about who I am. She really is a nice pony, and today I noticed how lovely her eyes are when she gave me a hug and told me everything would be alright. I don't believe her, though. How can I? She tells me I'm great, but I know I still am not a great pony. Even though I live in Ponyville now, she can't make me think that quickly that I'm some sort of wonderpony.

          I got some money from a new friend of mine named Crescendo Kite. He was somewhat scary the first time I saw him. He's really big and bulky, and he roars like a bunch of huge creatures, and he has a big afro that he can keep ponies in. He gave me 800 bits to finish my amount for the wing surgery. I thanked him a thousand times and zipped off to the doctor. It took the rest of the day to get that wing fixed. I can't fly yet, but it should heal by tomorrow. I'll tell you how flying is. I imagine it's amazing, though. It would be like running through the very air and clouds, bending them to your will. I can make a cloud house and live there from now on. I heard they are extremely comfortable. I hope so.

          I don't have much to write in these anymore, so I guess I only have 2 things to say today. I found another letter on you. It's a lowercase 't'. "_ton_ B___" is what you now say. I'm blanking the first word, but I think I might be able to guess it if I get one more letter. Maybe some fancy pony used to own you, and he'll try to buy you off of me. I'll refuse no matter the cost, journal, don't worry. Maybe it's just another bum's journal who forgot to write in it. Maybe he ripped out his pages so that Nopony else read his story. Who knows…

          The last thing I have to tell you is that the couple's camp thing is in a few days. I'll teach Iona how to fly, she will finally like me, and then I can take her. I hope this works like I think it will.

                                        Sincerely,
                                                Scraggly.