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- >You are Fluttershy.
- >And you have to-
- >You bury your face in the pale beside you and release the floodgates.
- >You wretch into the bucket, trying to do so quietly…not to wake Anonymous.
- >Your insides are on fire; you have to poop and throw up.
- >Your nose is running profusely and you feel like there’s ice pumping through your veins.
- >You want to cry and scream while pulling your hair out.
- >But Anonymous is next to you…
- >Hunger is setting in. You haven’t eaten in a few days.
- >You sit on the bed and try to rise to your hooves.
- >Everything is so wobbly, the room is spinning a million miles per second.
- >Before you know it, you plop back onto your mattress.
- O-oh my…
- >You hold your pounding head.
- >Maybe Anonymous can think of something. He got all of those things…surely one of them can help.
- >But…he’s asleep. You just couldn’t wake him up.
- >The guilt would be too much. He’s been acting friendly lately.
- >Well, ever since he found you strung out of flowers.
- >This is what you wanted after all, isn’t it?
- >Well…yes, but...Anonymous seems to be doing it because of guilt.
- >You feel torn between yourself. You’re hurting Anonymous, but you like that he’s caring.
- >But this isn’t the way to get attention.
- >Thinking about this now is too much for you right now.
- >You lie back down in your bed and drift off to sleep…remembering how you got here.
- >It was after you took your first lick of the white plant juice…
- >You woke up the next morning…or, in the afternoon.
- >You were confused as to why you slept so long. You must have just been really tired.
- >When it was time to get out of bed, you noticed your legs were a little wobbly.
- >You gave Angel his food, only after spilling it everywhere.
- >Lately you noticed you’ve been a little clumsy…
- >You really didn’t feel like going outside today.
- >Or the next day.
- >Or even the day after that.
- >You just sort of lay around…wanting to feel like you did a few nights ago: special. At peace. Warm.
- >Happy.
- >Angel finally goes outside to search for food.
- >Normally you’d care, but depression is hanging over you like a dark cloud.
- >You look at him in the back yard out of the window.
- >He’s prodding at the dead flower you stomped a few nights ago.
- >You run outside,
- Angel! Leave that alone!
- >You block his reach and tap him with your hoof.
- >Well…you meant to at least.
- >Angel’s frail body flies across the garden and lands on the ground in a cloud of dust.
- >The guilt is overwhelming.
- >With a bawl, you rush over to him.
- A-Angel?
- >He’s unresponsive.
- >His leg is twitching.
- >you hang your head and cry silently.
- Momma’s sorry…
- >You walk back inside to the kitchen and pull open the drawer by the sink containing the silverware.
- >The drawer is thrust open, and the large knife used to carve pumpkins on Nightmare Night slides to the front.
- Well…
- >No. You can’t do that.
- >you sigh heavily to put your mind at ease.
- I’ll just…do it really fast. I-It won’t hurt.
- >Your hoof grips the handle and you bring the metal up to your wrist.
- >The metal shows your reflection. Your eyes are red from crying and your lips are trembling.
- Anonymous…
- >You want him here. You want him to hold you.
- >To stop you.
- >The knife’s edge is placed on your wrist, right against your veins.
- >You could do it. You could die right now and nobody would even know.
- >Or care.
- >You…you can’t. Not yet.
- >You drop the knife on the floor, its point sticks into the hardwood flooring nearly missing your hoof.
- O-oh…
- >You look out the window again. Angel has run off…you don’t expect him to come back anytime soon.
- >Might as well continue this.
- >You walk over to the flowers again, looking at the one you destroyed.
- >Maybe now they will destroy you.
- >There are eight more in the ground.
- >That should be enough to have some fun before you decide to vacate this world.
- >You ripped the flowers from the earth and went inside.
- >You promptly threw the bulbs into a bowl and crushed them.
- >Opium latex filled the bowl.
- >Last time it only took a little bit to make you sleepy…
- M-maybe more will be better…
- >You dip a spoon into the mash and scoop some up.
- >You hold it to your lips.
- >Do you really want this? To feel numb?
- >Or is the pain of being alone in reality more painful?
- N-no…there’s nobody here for me.
- >You gulp down the bitter mixture, stifling your gags.
- >You let out a cough; it’s very sticky and dry.
- >The room spins. You feel your limbs lose focus as you plummet to the floor.
- >You never feel the tiles connect with your face…you seem to fall endlessly for minutes.
- >You didn’t even take the whole dosage…this will be enough to forget for now.
- >Forget all about Anonymous.
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