AiDS Episode #2 -- Your Third Day at School

>You awaken after what feels like a long while.
>You look at the clock nearby and it's still mid-morning.
>Sun is doing that thing where it looks like it's actively flying past the glass of the window -- "streaming in" as authors put it.
>You grumbled. Einstein would disagree. It was more like the earth was flying into the photons or... something like that.
>You forget. A while back someone taught you how magnets worked. You forgot that also. Whatever.
>You draw your eyes away from the parallelogram-ish volume of sunlight and further take in the surroundings...
>...It's a modest room. Thin, whitish curtains billow gently by a large sliding window.
>There's a dresser, short, blue carpet with little 8-bit-looking burgundy patterns scattered evenly.
>The walls are whitewashed and unremarkable. Nights' decorated a bit like you did; there aren't paintings or anything.
>Things are really tidy even beyond there just not being much. You weren't sure what you should've expected...
>...You weren't really from a place originally where it was okay to be "differently-gendered"
>or anything, muchless be someone who swapped genders back and forth...
>It must've been weird for h(im)/er, having to be like that. You wanted to talk about it sometime.
>Aside from being amazing at- well...
>...giving oral...

>...(s)he had this mystique about h(er)/im that seemed to stem from having dealt with some complicated stuff
>You liked that.
>You liked to think you were yourself complicated, but probably couldn't stack up much against Nightsy, really.
>Maybe an honorable mention, or something. Did you really just think of h(er)/im as 'Nightsy?'
(nodding to yourself) Yeaaah...
>Class is later this afternoon, for you. It's weird. They call it a highschool but it's really sortof more like a college...
>...Everybody seems around 18 (give or take) but you don't really know yet quite how they deal with the legalistics of horse-years or whatever
>Heck, even back home sometimes 16 was legal. Crazy, crazy world, right?
>You remember the course-counsellor just sorta telling you things in recommendation and you going along with her every word when setting up your schedule.
>Schedules could be configured a lot more than what you might expect at a highschool.
>You'd heard about European highschools being like that.
/Maybe this is the same sorta deal./
>European highschools were supposedly better than the stricter structure you knew more about.
>Something about not stifling creativity and encouraging formation of decisionmaking early on.
>You *felt* like an adult though, really, wondering now why anybody would need you to go to school.
>You remember it being mentioned at some point but don't recall all that well.

>Thinking about it, shit's been blurrier-than-usual for you, lately, mentally speaking.
>You figure it will pass. For the moment, you just roll with it.
>You didn't tell Nights' where you were staying so (s)he probably just took you to h(is)/er place.
>It would appear as much.
>You remember you were expecting to find Nightswitch who, unless (s)he was bullshitting you completely, should be a stallion by now.
>There's a bathroom off to the right in the corner. The door is open and you can see partway inside. It's pretty darn quiet.
>Unless Nights heard you wake up and started hiding and holding still you're pretty sure (s)he's not here.
>You wonder how far from school you are, but guess you can figure it out. There's not much noise but there also aren't tons of birds and
>cicadas and shit so you're probably not too far from a roadsign or something or someplace you could ask.
"Awful name for a school, I don't care *what* species you are... but heck -- Dark Skyes High. Well, if *all* my days are as interesting as yesterday, you can color me gorram pink."
>You wonder whether Nights would like you that color. You weren't sure.
>You also wonder whether you two would count as an item together now or something.
>Really something you should worry about later, realisticallyl. Hopefully Nights wouldn't be bothered if you borrowed some shampoo or something meanwhile.
>... hopefully it wouldn't smell too girly either, but nothing like trying out new ways of living right?
>You roll out of bed toward the window.

>You roll out of bed toward the window.
>You fail.
I... fail?
>You fail. You only have one foot on the ground
>You cannot get more than a bit away from the headboard.
>Your eye traces the line drawn by your right arm.
Fuck, what the hell?
>Your wrist is handcuffed.
Alright WHAT the hell!!!?
>You listen again for anybody in the room or hall way.
>Still quiet.
>You want to kick the shit out of something but Nightswitch had apparently helped you of your shoes and stuff before bed.
Fucking nice of her.
>You are pissed off.
FUCK!
>You wrestle with the cuff about your wrist for a sec, but stop swiftly.
>You skipped dinner last night because instead you fucked Nightswitch and got really tired after that.
>You feel kindof raw and wimpy when you skip meals like that sometimes.
>Only sometimes.
>Why did now have to be one of those times.
Fucking goddamnit I knew I should never have trusted that... whatever he/she is.
Nightswitch, you lousey piece of shit jerk if this is your doing-
>You notice you weren't sure whether you could really call h(er)/im a bitch or not.
>You also weren't sure why you cared.
>Maybe because (s)he'd put out so fantasically you were sure that you'd shared something...
>You let out a groan that starts like the tone you'd hear in "But mooooooooommmm!!!!!"
>But it swiftly evolves in your throat into a very grown-up and adult-sounding, gutteral roar
MMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
>If you'd heard it in the hallway you tell yourself you would totally at least ask through the door if something's wrong.
>You hope someone will hear you and do similar.
>You have seen Hostel.
>And Saw I and II.
>You might've been high for the 2nd saw movie.
>You don't remember that well. God your memory sucks lately.
>A friend told you once that Hostel was like Natural Born Killers only bad.
>You never saw that one and it's still on your list, actually.
>You'd enjoyed Hostel and Saw I and II at the time
>But now you fucking regretted the SHIT out of watching them.

>But now you fucking regretted the SHIT out of watching them.
>Oh god and now you just remembered that scene from The Cell
>Where there was that gut-winding thing.
Fuck.
/Fuck that scene was scary./
>You feel like a pussy for thinking about it as scary but you explain to yourself that your brain is meant to be scared right now
>because you totally might be assfucked. Hopefully not literally, but to be honest if that's the worst that happened it'd be okay...
>...in the scheme of things. Like you'd take an assfucking to not windup looking at that gutwindy thing.
>Was that shit even real? Could guts fucking do that?
>You stopped yourself there.
(Under your breath:) Okay Anny, no panicking.
>Back in Elementary school you thought your parents were pretty fucked for calling you Anny.
>Like
>That was your legal fucking name.
(Under your breath:) Fffuck!
>Part of your brain told you there was a decent explanation for this...
>...maybe Nights' daytime half was a bit of a prankster.
>You shake your head.
/That doesn't make any sense. Why the heck would that pony have a split personality or whatever?/
[spoiler]( ^ Hi other AiDS writefaaaaag! )[/spoiler] /Can't changing genders every 12 hours be enough??/
>You then remember a thing or two about bicycle-theft.
>Sometimes locks are hard to break.
>But streetsigns?
>Parking meters?
>All disassemblable given the right tools.
>You scour around but find nothing that could get you through the good-quality oak banister you were affixed to.
/It might fuck up my wrist but you I could probably just use the other end of the/-
>The room's single door opens. It's very clearly not just the wind or whatever.
>Your crane your neck to see but the door is blocking your view of whoever opened it.
>Your blood races. You can't even stand all the way up like this.

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