//------------------------------// // (Introduction) Arrival // Story: I Don't Want Your Help... // by Script Singer //------------------------------// I lay awake as my friends Ellie and Flame Flare sit beside me in a horse-drawn carriage. I'm wrapped up in my blanket, refusing to say a word to anyone. This was their last resort to help me with my suicidal actions. I felt Ellie gently stroke my mane. I only grunted in response as I pulled the blanket over my head. She sighed as she turned away. I know they're just trying to help me, but this will do nothing to help me. The meds I've already been taking haven't really done much to help me, so what good will this do for me? "We're here." the driver uttered. Ellie helped me out of the carriage and thanked the stallion as we walked toward the hospital. I stared at the ground, refusing to look at anyone as we grew closer to my isolation. We walked in, greeted by nurse Red Heart. She looked up at us with a smile. "Good morning, how many I help you today?" she asked. Ellie explained the situation, saying I had attempted suicide, and I was transferred here to be admitted to the psychiatric ward. Red Heart nodded her head as she went to go grab a wheelchair and had me sit in it. I reluctantly sat down as they took my belongings, placing them in a bag and placed it underneath the wheelchair. I continued staring at the floor, avoiding eye contact as much as possible as they took me into the unit. When we arrived, I was given a gown as they took my belongings to search through them. They told me which room I would be in and let me get dressed. Ellie walked in with me, helping me put on my gown. I then crawled into my bed curling into a ball as Ellie sat down beside me. Tears began forming in my eyes as my body shook slightly. "It's gonna be okay, Script..." Ellie uttered. "You'll be fine. You're going to get the help you need here." She got up to leave the room, leaving me alone in my solitude. I curled into a ball once I heard the door shut and sobbed. This was now my prison. I would be stuck here for Celestia knows how long and never be allowed out of my room. My thoughts drifted over to hearing stories from ponies saying they treated you like a prisoner, not allowing you to do anything but stay in your room. I looked around, taking in my surroundings once more. I looked over to my left, finding a small desk with a chair. I noticed a bathroom door farther from the desk, but on the same side of the room. I then turned to my left finding an empty bookshelf. I was slightly confused as to why there weren't any chains or padded walls. I then heard a knock on my door. I turned around, finding one of the nurses walk in. She had a light blue coat and a turquoise mane. "Hi, Script?" she asked. "Y-yeah?" I stuttered. "Hi, my name is Tender Heart and I'm your nurse for today. How are you feeling?" I couldn't take it anymore. I finally caved in as the realization hit me. I was locked up. I was stuck here with a bunch of strangers. I was alone. I didn't have any of my friends. "I'm scared..." I sobbed. "I didn't wanna come here..." "I understand this is hard for you, and I know you're not too happy about being here, but we need to make sure you'll be safe." "I know... I just don't like being unprepared for the unknown..." "I know, it can be scary not knowing what's going to happen, but trust me when I say we want to help you get better. Can I get you anything to get comfortable?" "Could...I get my blanket back yet?" I asked. "It helps with my anxiety..." "We still need to check your belongings, but I'll give it back to you as soon as possible. Are you okay if I perform a search on you?" "What for?" "Just to check for any injuries, things like that." "Oh, okay... I guess." She then proceeded to check me for any injuries. She pulled out a clipboard taking a few notes, probably for the scars on my hoof and my injury from my suicide attempt. Afterward, she then asked me to perform a few physical tasks then asked me a few questions. "Alright, we'll be having snack soon if you want to come to join us." "Oh, I thought I wasn't supposed to leave my room," I said. "No, you can pretty much come out and socialize whenever you feel like it as long as you stay on the unit. We also have group therapy and do activities if you want to participate in those as well." "Oh, okay thanks. I'll be out in a minute then." "If you need anything, just let us know." She then left me alone once more shutting the door behind her. I laid down on my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what my visit might be like. Maybe this won't be that bad after all... I think I to myself. --- I finally came out of my room, finding everypony at a table eating some food. I sat down next to a light blue unicorn with a pink mane. She turned and smiled at me. "Hey there, I'm Orchid. What's your name?" she asked. "I'm Script." She held out her hoof so I shook it. "You kinda remind me of someone I know." "Oh? What's her name? Maybe I know her." "Rose Diamond." Orchid thought for a moment tapping her chin. "I don't think so, but she sounds nice. You good friends with her?" I hung my head as my ears dropped back slightly. "I guess you could say that..." I muttered softly. "You don't wanna talk about it?" I shook my head. "Alright, I won't push you." "Thanks..." The thought of my friend popped up into my head. The memory of our fight played through my mind. --- Script Singer stared into her friend's eyes as she saw the anger inside her boiling. "Did you make this all up?" Rose Diamond asked, glaring. "...I...-" Script muttered. "Did you?!" Script Singer hung her head as tears fell down her cheeks, her voice shaking. "I never wanted to hurt anypony..." "I was scared for you! I thought I was going to lose you!" Script just stared into her friend's eyes with tears. She couldn't seem to think of anything to say but; "Rose, I'm so sorry!" Rose only screamed and cursed at her before she turned away with tears in her eyes. Script fell to the ground as she sobbed loudly. "What have I done...?" she muttered to herself. "Why can't I do anything right...? I only seem to hurt ponies... They're better off with me dead..." An idea popped into her head. She then grabbed a piece of paper and began writing a letter to her friends.