I spend my days sitting in a room, just staring at a wall. I do occasionally go out...when I have visitors.
I guess I spaced out so much, I hurt myself. I don't remember what happened. I remember going back into my home off the balcony, heading down the stairs, then...nothing. When the fog cleared, I was in Ponyville General. Nurse Redheart said I was found at the bottom of my stairs, maybe I fell down, and hit my head pretty hard. There are gaps in my memory from the incident. I was kept as a patient even after being cleared because I had apparently dropped below normal weight and I'd decline faster if I was left alone. So most of my days, I stay hooked up to an IV for nutrients since I'm still not eating solid foods. I get visitors occasionally and they try getting me to talk They even take me outside for fresh air. Doesn't feel like it helps much. I'm still as withdrawn as ever. Like all hope I had was lost.
"Has she shown any progress, Redheart?"
"Sadly no, Doctor Stable. She's as quiet as ever. I wonder if we can do something to help her. Get her to express what's on her mind.
"I have an idea. It could work. And could give us a starting path on helping her recover."
Nurse Redheart and Doctor Stable talk about me outside my room. I can hear them over every other sound in Ponyville General. My hearing has gotten better since everything else seems to be a quiet blur around me. After their little talk, they leave. They do come back in the morning and bring me a present of sorts. It was a canvas and paint. I was instructed to paint whatever is on my mind. After that, I was left alone. It took me a while, but I picked up the brush and began to paint.
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Several hours later, Doctor Stable and Nurse Redheart came back to check on me. I was staring out the window, but I heard what they said upon seeing my work.
"Doctor...what do we do? How should we proceed?
"I'm...I'm not sure. After seeing this...we will have to tread slowly."
On the canvas, I had painted myself. I was covered in barbwire with an empty look in my eyes. A shadow darker than night loomed over me, staring down. The shadow bled down the canvas and merged with me, under me, from the deepest jet black to the near realistic scarlet red...for blood.