I want to be free (Redone)

>You are anon and you're in a wheelchair.
>Depressing.
>5 years ago, you got your license and were given a car. You went out that very night with some friends and what did you do that every moronic teen does?
>Burn outs, it was cool but you had no idea how to control a car.
>It seemed like fun at the time, actually it was fun.
>You remember the rush of adrenaline, you also remember how quickly ended when you lost control.
>You don’t remember the rest.
>After regaining consciousness, you realised how lucky you were to be alive.
>Then you got the bad news, you won’t be walking. Ever. Something to do with the nerves and tendons being too damaged, you didn't listen, you were too shocked.
>Confined a chair, forever.
>You were quickly abandoned by your friends; nobody wants to hang with the cripple kid. Assholes.
>Your day was filled with TV and the internet. You were independent, to a point.
>You'll need help for things like getting up and down stairs, the bane of your current existence.
>Every day you began to hate this stupid chair more and more. Nobody would say it you this was all your fault.
>You missed so much, who knew someone so lazy could miss running.

-Present Day-
>The sun makes its way through a gap in your curtains and shine right into your eyes.
>You get up and slide into your wheelchair in a bad mood, one of those days you guess.
>You then wheel yourself to get some breakfast.
>You can tell today is going to suck already.
>You wheel into the kitchen and pour some cornflakes because they’re fucking delicious.
>The day went by like every other day. Slowly.
>You watched some TV, browsed the internet for something interesting.
>You were stuck. Just you, your chair and your mind.
>You play the memory of that night again in your mind, you've done it a thousand times before.
>The only break you got from it when your mum came to visit. Ever since you moved out she has been visiting frequently to make sure you’re okay, it was nice.
>At night you eat your dinner, internet some more and then decide to go to sleep.
>You decide to make the couch your bed for the night, your too tired to care.
>You lie there, staring at the roof, waiting for sleep to take over.
>As you close your eyes you wish to wake up elsewhere, somewhere you can be free of that damn chair.
>You thought it was sleep taking over your body but the sensation didn't feel like sleep, it was numbing and felt like you were being pulled or pushed. You've never felt like this before but it was too strange to describe properly.
>You open your eyes and see nothing but dark, emptiness.
>The numbing sensation began to fade as you felt, weightless.
>Then you felt empty, like you were being drained.
>Your mood sunk.
>This was either a terrible dream or you died in your sleep.
>Let’s be honest, you kind of hope it’s the latter.
>You keep floating there in what feels like forever in that empty void then you start getting feeling back again.
>It was like someone hit the restart button. You felt your energy and weight was back.
>Weight. That’s when you began falling.
>Not sure where you’re going to fall to in this endless void.
>You land.
>You’re not sure where, you still see nothing. You close your eyes and wait, for what? You’re not sure.
>Poke
>Poke
>Poke
>You feel something like a soft marshmallow poke your face.
>Senses slowly start to take in your surroundings. Something is standing on your stomach; it feels like it has 3 no 4 legs.
>Smell comes to you next. It smells like… Wood and hay?
>"Pinkie stop that." you hear an angry voice call out.
>Hearing is next obviously.
>The poking continues.
>Poke
>Poke
>Poke
>"Pinkie, quit it!"
>"I'm just checking if it's alive Dashie." you don't recognise either voice.
>Poke
>This poking is getting old quick, if this guy keeps poking you then someone may lose fingers.
>You try moving, you wiggle your fingers, trying to get control over your body once again.
>”Look, it’s moving.” You hear both voices say in unison.
>You slowly open your eyes filled with a rainbow of colours, especially pink. Too much pink.
>As your eyes begin to focus on the shape of the colours you notice they look like p0nies. One a sky blue colour with a rainbow mane and the other pink with a pink messy mane. Yeah, too much pink.
>Wait.
>What kind of p0ny looks like that? Did someone paint their horse?
>No wait, how the fuck did you get to a farm?
>You look at your surroundings and notice, you’re in a barn.
>There are too many questions not enough answers.
>The next question is if you’re crazy or if you really did just hear these p0nies talk.
>The pink pony gets in your face more than it already was then her eyes seem to... Come out of her head and get even closer.
>Your eyes are about a hair’s width away from hers.
>Those are some really blue eyes.
>You’re not sure if you can talk yet, you haven’t tried yet.
>You’re still trying to grasp the concept of what you are seeing.
>You're also not sure what you did to excite the pink pony but now she is jumping up and down about throwing a party for you.
>So it looks like you're not alone in the crazy department.
”What is happening? Where am I?” That was you? Oh, it was. I guess you can talk after all.
>”We were about that ask you the same thing.” HOLY SHIT! The rainbow one is a girl, it must be a tomboy, or a lesbian. Lucky you didn't say anything about that.
>Wait, all these ponies might look like boyish.
>That’s when you notice another 3 ponies.
>One is purple with a purple mane and a horn. Unicorn? Bad ass. You should ask to see some magic. I mean you might as well indulge the hallucination while you’re at it.
>Another is orange with a blonde mane and cowboy hat. Oh, look, cute freckles too.
>There’s a white one with a purple mane that looks like it’s been styled. She has a horn too and a sense of, regal-ness to her, it that’s even a word.
>Wait, there was 4 not 3.
>You almost didn't notice the yellow and pink pony cowering behind a hay stack. She’s probably afraid of you; you’d probably have a similar reaction if some alien landed in your barn.
>The others all look feminine, especially the yellow and the white p0nies.
>So the rainbow one is just boyish… $50 says she’s a lesbian.
>You rub your head as you try to grasp the situation. You’re not doing too well.
>”Can you stand?” The purple one asks.
>”No, I’m kind of paralysed. My legs don’t work, see?” You move both your legs to show they don’t work.
>WAIT! Stop the fucking press.
>YOU MOVED YOUR LEGS?
>You jump to your feet and yell
“I CAN MOVE! I CAN WALK! FUCK THIS!”
>Your yelling scares the p0nies, especially the yellow one but no fucks will be given.
>You sprint out the door.
>Fuck running.
>You're sprinting to speeds your legs have never gone before.
>Legs moving, oh how you've missed this feeling, you'll never take anything for granted again.
>You take it all in, the feeling of your legs moving, the grass beneath your toes, the feeling of the wind rush as you rush through the farmyard.
>Suddenly your legs start to feel like jelly. Fuck. Everything begins to darken and your head starts to feel dizzy causing you fall.
>And all you feel is the soft grass on your face as you pass out.