SUNSET’S POV:
Suddenly my eyes flutter open as I gasp for air. Sitting up and looking around only to see nothing but an empty darkness.
Wait! Where am I? I think to myself excepting my “shoulder Angel and Demon”/subconscious to respond but there was nothing but silence.
Suddenly a thought comes to my brain despite a constant banging pain on my temple. Am I dead?
Is this what comes after we die? Am I really in some kind of afterlife?
Really? It’s just nothingness just an endless void of dark shadows where you can think for all eternity.
Thought hell would look worse!
YOU THINK YOUR DEAD? DON’T BE SO NAIVE TO THINK FATE WOULD LET YOU COP OUT ON YOUR SUFFERING! an all too familiar voice calls from above me
I turn knowing all too well who would be flying above me and coming for my back as always. And much to my chagrin and fear there she was my demon flying above me was the one I had turned into on the night of the fall formal.
”YOU’RE NOT WORTHY OF DEATH OR EVEN FORGIVENESS FROM ANYONE.” the demon yells laughing in my face.
I look away from the monster that was who I was in shame surely I’m dead. Right?
HAHAHA! CAN’T EVEN ACCEPT THAT YOUR A FAILURE IN EVERYTHING TO THE POINT YOU CAN’T EVEN OFF YOURSELF RIGHT!!! My demon form chuckled even louder causing the whole black void around us to suddenly shake.
Gulping I turn back around to face the demon and ask it where I was if not dead. “So where are we then….
……Bitch?” I add on letting my demon self know just how much distain I had for her and a touch of my bitchyiness come out.
”Well! Well! Aren’t you a fiesty little girl? The demon responds looking down at her painted nails/claws.
“Huuuuhhh.” I sigh deeply while looking at this awful creature who did nothing but manipulate and lie in order to ruin the lives of everyone so much so that she couldn’t stop long enough to give me a straight answers.
And the worst part of it all was that this was just part of me. Not just some A-hole but who I was underneath the friendship persona I put up for the girls whenever we did something together.
I stood down my demon self who continued to ignore me while muttering something about “Magenta being a better color on her then this light Aqua!” She was apparently wearing on her claws.
“Look! I just want to know where are I am and how to leave so I don’t have to deal with all this crap anymore.” I shout at the demon my hand gesturing to her as I say “crap anymore”.
The demon briefly glances up from her nails to give me a look of annoyance. ”Why?”She mutters under her breath looking back at her painted claws.
“What was that?” I say unsure if I’d imagined her murmuring under her breath.
The demon final let’s her hand fall to her side looking straight into my eyes. ”I asked why?”She says repeating what she had murmured.
“Why what?” I respond. She glowered at me as if I’d just asked the most stupid question in the universe. Her wings flapping as she flew. No! Teleported down to my level her meaty right hand grabbing my face as her thumb claw dug into my cheek.
Her hand twisting so that my entire face was facing hers only inches away as I looked up into her eyes. ”Why should I help you? First you lock me away in you’re tiny brain and call me useless.
”And then you try to kill us without consulting me! And on top of all that you want me to help you figure out and or guide you despite me not being “necessary” The demon shouts with a huff shoving my face away from hers with a twist of her wrist so volatile that I land backwards on my ass.
The demon snickers looking up at the dark nothingness above us and saying “Guess I’ll see you again once you fall asleep.”
Asleep? I question looking at the spot where the demons looking only for my entire body to jerk upwards as I wake up in a cold sweat.
Where am I? I think to myself as I glance around the room unsure where I was or why I wasn’t dead.
My glances being greeted by the bright glare of fluorescent lights reflecting off every surface reflective in the room. My body doubling back as my eyes are blinded by the bright lights invading my vision.
“What?” I say out loud.
“Sunset you’re awake!” A familiar voice to the right of me say’s out-loud obviously happy to see me.
Before I could even look to confirm who was in the room with me I was put into a hug that could crush a grizzly bear.
Definitely Pinkie judging from the hair and the rib cracking hug that was now enveloping me. I think to myself starting to struggle due to lack of oxygen.
“Pinkie let me go! I can’t……
…..Breath.” I say barely able to get out the words between the gasps for air.
Pinkie didn’t let go immediately in fact her grip got tighter as I gasped her entire body clenching the death grip harder when I said her name.
Whoa! That would be some way to die you survive suicide only to be suffocated by a Pinkie hug. My shoulder demon snarks laughing at my troubles.
To which my shoulder Angel quietly reply’s: She wouldn’t hug us to death she’d probably stop once we pass out……
……At least I sure hope she would.
I sigh….
….well at least as much as one can while being hugged this long by Pinkie “the bear” Pie
I was glad I only had to deal with the voice’s of my shy inner self and my bitchy self and not the red monster that haunted my nightmares whenever I managed to doze off at night.
“Pinkie please let go.” I say trying to push her off of me as she continued her death grip.
After about a minute of pushing Pinkie finally released me plopping down at my feet. Finally able to look around I glance around the room.
the hospital?
Oh Shit! If I’m in a hospital and Pinkie is here….
…..then her hug a second was because she knows I tried too… My thoughts were interrupted by Pinkie suddenly asking “Why did you do it?” In a low but audible tone.
I glanced back at the pink girl unsure how to respond to her question only to see a girl who looked like, sounded like and definitely hugged like Pinkie but most definitely didn’t act like her.
In front of me sat a girl with tears in her eyes and a look that was so sleep deprived and depressed that I couldn’t tell where the tired began and the tear lines ended.
In fact she looked so sad that her hair wasn’t it’s poofy cotton candy self anymore it was long, stringy and so flat it could maybe even be described as deflated.
Again Pinkie repeated the question looking me directly in the eyes her voice much more loud and steady as she practically screams.
“Why? Would you do that?”
Her cries and tears getting louder and louder as her tears begin to rain like a waterfall almost the same as the crying emoji (😭) I had in my phone.
Her sobbing continued for what felt like hours but was probably just a few minutes that felt longer then they were.
Eventually once the crying was starting to subside she gave me a glance wiping away her tears and in a soft almost pleading tone began to speak.
“Wait! Dashy must’ve seen it wrong or maybe Applejack misunderstood what’s Dashy said. You’d never jump right?” Her eyes basically pleading with me to say something like: “no no I was watching the river from the railing and I slipped on the ice. Hehehe silly me!!
Lying will only make it worse and looking at Pinkie now it can’t get much worse then it already appears to be.
Eh lie dealing with a crying Pinkie Pie ain’t ever fun. Just call her later and say “I lied to you I tried to kill myself.” And hang up so you can avoid the crying. my shoulder demon whispers in my head.
Nooo! Don’t do that we’ve evolved more then to do that.That’s something old us would do and we should help her feel better now. my shoulder Angel argues loudly enough that it would burst my ear drums I’d it was real and not one of my delusions.
Deciding not to lie I grab Pinkie’s hand and say “No Pinkie I did try to—“ immediately as I begin to say it she launches herself at my once again hugging me harder then should be possible.
Why was Pinkie so devastated? I was only her fake friend…
….Right?!