//------------------------------// // Leave Normal at the Door // Story: These White, Padded Walls // by gingerfuntime //------------------------------// Entry 5 Hello again. It's been a few days since I last wrote. I went in to see Doctor Shots yesterday and he said something about test results. He told mommy I have schizophrenia, antisocial personality disorder, and low-tier psychopathy. He told me I'd be going to a special home for special colts and mares. I was told I had 24 hours to pack all my things to head out in the morning. All my things are packed and I don't know where I'm going, how long I'm gonna be there, or anything about what's happening to me. I don't know whether to be scared or excited to meet new friends who are special like I am. I don't know why Doctor Shots says I'm antisocial, I love making friends. Oh, bother, he doesn't matter anymore. I've decided I'm excited to go to this new place. And the best part is, all my friends want to come with me! I'm gonna have so much fun there! Entry 6 I'm going to DIE here. I was picked up two days ago at 7:00 a.m. in a white, sterile looking carriage with two nurse ponies pulling it along two days ago. I rode along with a couple other colts who shared my conditions. I introduced them to my friends and they introduced me to theirs. At first, I thought this wouldn't be bad at all. I was so, so, so wrong. The first sensation that overtook me once we entered was overwhelming sadness and an indescribable stench. It smelled like the pain, vomit, and blood of 1,000 other ponies. I almost fainted it was so bad. But my two new friends, Dasher and Prince helped me to my hooves again. We were checked in and shoved in a long line of other ponies. We waited a long time until we were almost at the entrance to a small, dank room. We began to hear screaming when we were about 10 ponies away. This was when the fear grew inside me. When they got to me, I was shoved inside the room. It was a shower room. I heard a voice over an intercom bark: "FACE THE WALL AND DO NOT MOVE. THE CLEANING WILL END IN TWO MINUTES". Cleaning? I asked myself. Then it started. It stung. It stung like 1,000 bees were drilling themselves into my back all at once for an eternity. It was a fire hose. It crumpled me down in the corner like a sack of flour. It hurt the worst I've ever felt, but I would not scream. I wouldn't fill their sick needs. I won't break to these inferior beings. They poured disinfectant on me once I was finished being hosed down. The hose had opened skin and I was bleeding badly. The disinfectant burned so terribly that I almost lost consciousness. I kept it together, for the most part, however. I sat there mumbling to myself over and over, "Mommy... Mommy I wanna come home...". Once it was over, I couldn't stand for a minute. They hauled in Prince right after me. I had to watch as he screamed in utter agony. They finally dragged me out by my front hooves and left me in the corner of a long white corridor. The walls were stained various colors. Some looked like vomit and water, others like blood. Normally, this wouldn't bother me. But, for some odd reason, it did. I squirmed in fear that soon those would be my stains. I was then dragged in for my first examination. I was still limp so I had to be propped up in the chair so I wouldn't fall. A few minutes later, a stallion dressed in dirty scrubs sauntered in and sat across from me at his desk. "Hello, there, uh... Spark." he smiled. I didn't speak. "My name is Doctor Strait. I'll be supervising your stay here at Ponyville's Home for the Mentally Impaired." he smiled again, expecting me to be excited about it. I muttered under my breath, still too weak to form a proper sentence. "What was that?" he asked. I finally croaked out, "How long am I going to be here?" He laughed flippantly and gazed at my file. "Says here," he stated, "that you're here until you're deemed fit for release." "You and I are going to be fast friends, I feel." he said as he smiled deep into my eyes. His dark hazel eyes bore through me like jackhammers. His brown, graying mane made him look old. His horn-rimmed glasses made him look even older. He looked like a typical doctor you'd see in a movie. It made him seem off. A bit too off to be running a wing of an asylum. My block was the more calm, collected type. Some would scream from nightmares and frightening visions, but it was better than some of the other blocks I was paraded around. Some blocks, you would hear nothing but screaming. It was the soundtrack to nightmares. They were the most terror-filled, blood-curdling screams ever received by a pony's ears. Two inmates got into a fight and were punished by having a couple teeth pulled out of their heads. Back home, this kind of thing wouldn't phase me all too much, but now it does. I have this looming fear over me at all times that one day, I'll get caught with one of these and have my teeth ripped out as well. I'm doing better than Prince, at least. I share a cell with him, and his schizophrenia is so advanced that he can never stop mumbling to himself. I wonder sometimes if that's me. I can't sleep because Prince's constant mumbling has kept me up. We don't have clocks because they think we'll use them as weapons. So I just try my best to tell by the moon outside the barred window. It's about 2:30 in the morning and I'm just praying to go home and for some sleep. My friends aren't well in the new place either. Magic saw the two colts get their teeth pulled, and she started to cry. It made me so sad that I couldn't help my lifelong friend. Shadow and Blaze told me we need to escape, and I agree with them. I'm drawing up some escape plans now. I just hope one of the orderlies doesn't find them.