My everything hurts. I can't think of any other way to put it. My eyes were screwed shut from the immense pain in my head, tearing into me like a shock collar. I tried peel myself off the pavement, every muscle in my body crying out in the process. "C'mon Tony, you've been through worse, don't give up," I screamed in anger. I've always held a personal creed to myself; never give up. No matter the opposition, no matter the disposition. Never back down. Yes, I know it's a bit overkill to push yourself that far, but it's in my nature. It's just how I am. "If you don't get up right now, I'm going to kick your ass myself!" When faced with a challenge, I refuse to say no, and will push my body to its outmost limits. Being the case of falling down a flight of stairs, and bleeding profusely; I was sent into my die-hard self with no plans on laying down and dieing on the side of a road.
Just give up. You can barely stand, let alone make it to New York.
"No," I whispered into the chilling autumn air. "No." This time with more vim and vigor in my voice. I forced myself on all fours, and felt a sudden shock go up my spine. The adrenaline was going to wear off any moment now, but I've got to stop this bleeding first. The only thing I had that I could use as a bandage, was my jet black bandana, but it was busy making my mane look fancy. "Grah! Get those thoughts outta ya head, Anthonie! It's do or die!" My teeth were clenched in agony, as I felt the blank band loosen, letting my mane flow downwards.
You're not going to make it. Give up already.
"Put me down all you want," I spoke with a raspy voice while tying the cloth around my forhead; supressing the bleeding. "All you can do is talk shit, and that's all you will do." Yes, I know I have a fowl mouth, but it is only under stressing conditions! Hey! Don't laugh! I'm being serious, it's only when I'm stressed, I promise! No, wait, I'll do you one better, I Pinkie promise!
All you are going to do is get yourself killed.
"Yeah, and when that I happens I won't have to listen to your sorry ass excuse for a conscious."
My left eye cracked open, and glorious sunshine flooded into the now open organ. "C'mon, now the other eye," I coaxed myself. To no avail, my other eye wasn't showing its self. "Whatever, I only need one eye to see."
You know, you might have gone blind, right? That's a serious problem.
I replied with a sharp grunt and put one hoof forward, and started shaking. I've lost too much blood. Not something a body of this stature can handle easily. However, when you want something bad enough, you will do anything for it. And all I wanted was to make it to New York, since I somehow have an important role in this crazy plot of insanity.
You have to know when to give up.
Another hoof step on the concrete.
Why won't you listen to me? Are you crazy?
"Yes," I replied bluntly. "Yes I am." I put another hoof forward, but the world came up and suckerpunched me.
THWUMP!
I hit the ground like a sack of potatos, my vision slowly growing hazy.
"At least I tried..."
***
I think I'm dead. I certainly wasn't out in the cold streets of West Virginia anymore. The warm air flowing through my coat could confirm that and I could feel the weight of something being pressed against me. What is this? Wool? It's scratchy and I don't like it! I tried to get whatever was ontop of me off, but as I did, I heard the voice of a rather elderly man.
"Stop squirming young'un, you've been shivering all night," the voice said with ancient wisdom on his tounge. "Now, I didn't go an' get you a blanket jus' so you could throw it off your self."
I cracked an eye open, and was staring at an old man. Who was looming over me, with a gentle smile. He smelled like a hospital. I don't like hospitals.
"You're not a doctor, are you?" I asked with minor difficulty, for my voice was still weak.
He let out a small chuckle in reply. "Oh no deary, I'm a Vet." He said with practiced precision, and a drop of professionalism "But, it was a good thing I found you when I did, young lady. You were practically dead! What did you do to have hurt yourself so badly?"
I only stared up at him, not saying anything for a moment. "I fell," I said nonchalantly. "Down some stairs."
He smiled in return. "At least you are alive, no?"
"Barely."
"Well, how do you feel?"
"Like I fell down some stairs, almost died, and woke up in a very soft bed." Another thought crossed my mind; why did he just help a creature of myth? Shouldn't it be suprising to see something like a unicorn?
"Hey, Doc? Why are you not suprised that I'm a talking unicorn?"
"Well," he began. "In all my years, whenever my son comes in the house, yelling he found another hurt animal," He paused. "I just can't let an animal go on like that. You are no difference. I did what I could, patched up that nasty cut on your cheek and gave you a warm place to sleep."
I couldn't think of anything to say. I've been surrounded by terrible people in my life, but this man. This one man, not only helped me in my time of need, but he also helps any animal he comes across? My eyes started to water, and I had to blink away the tears before they obscured my sight.
"Are you ok, ma'am?"
"I'm fine," I said trailing off in my thoughts. "Sir?" I croaked. "I don't mean to be rude, but I need to get to New York as fast as I can."
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that." He said darkly...
My heart just sank down to my stomach and stopped beating. What does he mean, he can't let me do that?! He's not going to let me leave? What's he going to do?!? Kill me?! Skin me and use me as a rug?! Somepony help me!
"I just can't let you leave now, it's chilly out there!" He said walking back into the room with a purple silk scarf.
OH THANK CELESTIA!
I let out a heavy sigh, and looked up at the man as he tied the adorable garment around my neck, as he smiled down at me.
This guy is totally asking for a hug. He justs wants me to get up and give such a big hug, his eyes pop out of his head. And that's exactly what I did. Well, except the eye popping part.
I jumped up and embraced the old man, putting my hooves around him.
"You just got a hug from a unicorn. Never forget this day." I stared into his dark brown eyes, and he stared back.
"I won't young'un, now don't you have somewhere to be?" He set me down, handed me my bag, and even gave me a little winter hat for the road! Albeit, it was kinda large, but how could I pass up something as amazing as a hat?
Ok, you guys can't tell anyone, but I seriously just d'awwed so hard when he gave me that hat. It even had a hole in it for my horn! This guy is awesome!
You instantly love someone because they gave you a hat. You're a very naive person you know that?
"No I'm not," I laughed happily, as the man led me to the door. "I'm a pony."
"You say somethin' dear? My hearin' aint what it used to be."
"Huh? Oh, no. Nothing at all!" I replied quickly with an embarassed face.
After walking down the hall, and showing off my door opening skills, I looked to the man one last time, before I left.
"Thank you," I cried, hugging his leg before I left into the unknown. "Thanks for everything!"
"Think nothin' of it. Just doin' what I was meant to do."
This guy right here. I have to be dead. Because it is too unreal that met this guy. He fixed me up, gave me a place to sleep AND gave me an amazing scarf/hat combo!
"Well, off you go, I suppose." He said looking down at me, still clinging to his leg.
"Bye mister," I looked up at him. "I never did get your name, sir."
"Mitchell," he responded. "Everyone just calls me Doc. Mitchell.
With one last farewell, I stepped outside. Into the gusty autumn winds, my mane flowing in the breeze.
"Alright, here I come world. Take two!"
Authors Note: Ok, this chapter took ALOT longer to get out than I wanted, and I apologize for this! It shall not happen again. On another note, I hope you guys liked my attempt at making a d'awish chapter. If I failed, well, I won't try that again...