//------------------------------// // Chapter 1: Forget-Me-Not // Story: Amnesia // by CaramelSwirls //------------------------------// Chapter 1: Forget-Me-Not “As I write this, I am hiding crouched in a bathtub, hoping she won’t find me. And if you’re reading this, I’m probably gone—she probably got to me. I just hope somepony out there reads this, and I save their life. I hope you throw this miserable creature behind bars for the rest of eternity and even then, justice would still not have won. Please if you are reading arrest…” I began writing swiftly. I needed to hurry before I was found. Even more so, I needed an escape from this pony. I heard the doorknob jiggle around. My heart skipped a beat—it was her. She found me. I held my breath afraid that she could sense my fear. The lights began flickering rapidly, as if they were suffering from epileptic seizures, until they finally exploded, glass shooting every which way. It was too pitch-black to see but I heard the door bust open. I closed my eyes tight hoping she wouldn’t find me in the dark. Suddenly, I felt a hard whack to the back of my head and seconds before the world disappeared, all I could hear was the sound of paper burning and her obnoxious, maniacal laughter. Sometime later… “Owww….Boy do I have a killer headache. What happened? Where am I?” I questioned to myself. I rubbed my eyes as they adjusted to the dark scenery. It was almost pitch black outside as I struggled to figure out where I was. Bam! I flew backwards after bumping into some random thing. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Some strange pink pony asked me. “Me?…Oh, yeah. I’m fine. I’m sorry I ran into you,” I replied, rubbing my head. “So, you’re new, huh? Huh? What’s you’re name? Where are you from? What brought you here? Where are you—“ the pink pony began rambling a million questions at me and only made my head throb more. “Um…I can’t exactly remember my name to be honest. Or, anything else for that matter…I don’t even know where I am going to stay…” I told her as I soon realized my head wasn’t the only thing in pain. I put my hoof over my ribs to ease the pain and soon began noticing scratches and bruises covered me. “Oh no! How could you forget even your name? No! No! No! You can’t live out here! It’s dark outside! I’m Pinkie Pie! Come with me and I’ll bake you cupcakes! You can live with me and we can be best friends forever! And you can meet all my other friends! And we’ll have lots of parties and—“ I cut off Pinkie once more. “That…Sounds…Great…” I painfully said with a sigh. I knew I’d regret living with her but I didn’t exactly have any other choices. I followed this pony to her home as she incessantly went on and on about nonsense. When we got to her house she shrieked in joy and let me inside. She turned the lights on, took one look at me, and screamed. “Oh my gosh! What happened to you? Oh, dear! I see why you can’t remember anything! We have to do something!” Pinkie yelled. “I got it! I’ll get Twilight! She’s a genius! She’ll know exactly what to do!” The hyper pony ran towards the door. “Ohhhh…I hate to leave you here all by yourself but…Ehhhh…If you need anything at all Mr. and Mrs. Cake are upstairs and they will gladly help you!” She proceeded to run out the door and towards Twilight’s house. I took a look around the room to see the place was a huge bakery. I wandered around for several minutes looking for a bathroom. When I found one, I looked into the mirror and I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was a huge gash in my left cheek, contrasting against my cocoa brown skin. My blonde mane was messed-up and I thought I saw a few bald spots in there. My right emerald green eye was now a darker shade of purple. I demanded to know what happened to me. Yet, it seemed there were no answers to be found—just this strange town. Maybe the answers lied here? I laughed. Nah, I knew anyone who would do this would be smart enough to leave me somewhere far away from them. The door to bathroom opened and I jumped in the air. “Oh my gosh! You nearly gave me a heart-attack!” I screamed. Was I always this jumpy? “I’m so sorry! But I just rushed home with Twilight! I was worried when I didn’t see you!” It was Pinkie once again screaming every word she said. Yet, this time she was followed by a purple pony. “Hi, I’m Twilight. It’s nice to meet you…What should we call you? Neither of us has the slightest clue what you’re name is,” Twilight said calmly. It was nice to have a calm pony to talk to. “Ooo! Ooo! I know! I know! Let’s call her Swirly! Because see her cutie mark is a tornado!” Pinkie laughed. “Oh! Yes it is. How observant of you Pinkie. Anyhow, let’s get to work on patching you up,” Twilight said. Twilight’s horn glowed and bandages lifted into the air. They began covering all the wounds to prevent an infection. “Wow, nice job,” I admired her talent. Twilight chuckled, “It’s no problem. I love to help other ponies. You should probably get some rest now though. Maybe in the morning you will remember something okay Swirls?” I nodded my head. Pinkie led me to her room and Twilight’s horn glowed once again. This time a bed appeared. “I’m just going to have a word with Twilight really quick, okay? You can head off to bed though,” Pinkie said. “Sure, and thanks again,” I told her. Pinkie and Twilight left the room and I sat down on my bed. As I sat down I noticed something fell out of my pocket. “Hmm?” I questioned. I picked up what a appeared to be a folded piece of paper and opened it up. “Becareful. I’m watching you. I will be back,” the note read. I gasped. Could Twilight or Pinkie have put this in my pocket when I wasn’t paying attention? Or did my pursuer put this here way before I even met Pinkie. I sprinted to the door to try to eavesdrop on their conversation and all I heard was a somehow familiar laughter.