//------------------------------// // Chapter 7: A new day // Story: Silent Ponyville: Last breath // by Thegodhand //------------------------------// A New Day “He’s not breathing!” Sky wasn’t sure where he was.  He heard distant voices as he floated between consciousness and sleep. “-inkie, it will just take a moment to-” ‘Am I dead?’ Sky heart a loud pop followed by a strange sensation of being stretched out and crushed back in.  As he fell back into darkness he noted that he couldn't feel anything under him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sky squeezed his eyes tightly as he shifted his body in discomfort.  All of his muscles felt stiff and sore.  A rhythmic beeping coming from somewhere nearby assaulted his ears making sleep impossible.  Slowly Sky opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the harsh light of the room.  The first thing he saw was a plain white wall in front of the bed he was laying on.  Looking down his muzzle, Sky discovered A plastic mask with a tube leading to a machine at his side that hosted both some kind of pump as well as a screen showing sharp up and down spikes that coincided with the beeping that drove away his sleep. ‘I’m...alive.’ Sky slowly turned his head to the other side of the room at the protest of his neck.  There sitting in a chair with her face buried in a magazine depicting a happy yellow earth pony filly on it’s cover with the title The art of party was a familiar pink mare.  Sky smiled at seeing her.  Something about seeing Pinkie, in the same room with nothing to separate them, made him feel happier that he had in...maybe his whole life.  Sky felt like it was the first time he had really been near anypony.  Sky called out to her in a calm clear voice. “Hey Pinkie...” Pinkie dropped the magazine as she hopped into the air with a huge and shocked gasp.  Rushing over to Sky faster than he could track with his eyes, Pinkie grabbed  Sky in a firm but bearable hug.  “Oh Sky you’re awake!”  She looked Sky in the eye with the biggest grin he had ever seen on a pony.  “I knew something was wrong when you wouldn't answer the door so I got the landlord but he couldn't open it so I knew something was really wrong!  So I looked in the window but when i saw in the apartment I really really knew something was wrong!”  Pinkie’s grin had slowly devolved into a slight frown, her eyes more concerned than happy.  “So then I got Twilight because she is really good at magic and she knows about the time I saw things like what I saw in your apartment so I thought she could help!  But when she tried to open the door nothing happened then she tried again and some red magic hit her and-”  Pinkie’s rambling had gotten more and more desperate sounding.  Just as she was sounding her most panicked she was silenced by Sky quickly wrapping his hooves around her in a strong embrace as he buried his face in her poofy mane. “Thank you...thank you so much.”  Pinkie would feel him shaking as his voice quivered and tears dampened her mane.  “I don’t even know you, and when you tried to welcome me I was so mean... but you still kept trying to reach me.”  Pinkie blinked in surprise as he drew his head back and looked at her, his eyes wet and a grin to rival any of hers.  “I made it because of you.  In the end, I was ready to give up but I remembered you.”  A smile grew on Pinkie’s face as Sky continued.  “I knew I had to try to get a chance to thank you, and to say I’m sorry for acting like a jerk to the nicest mare in Equestria.” Pinkie patted Sky in a way that any other time he would likely have found patronising.  “Don’t you worry Skybridge!  Your auntie Pinkie is always there to help a friend!” Sky, for the first time in longer than he can remember giggled like a little colt at her statement.  They were silent for a short time, Pinkie sitting on the mattress with her smile seemingly frozen in place while Sky took stock of things.  He was bruised, battered, his wing was still broken (although now sitting in a cast), and he likely would not want to go back to his apartment... but he was free.  Sky felt pride at knowing that he had finally faced all that had happened to him, all that he had done and come out of it a better stallion.   Sky looked into Pinkies big blue eyes and grinned.  “Hey Pinkie?” Pinkie tilted her head in question. “Ya Sky?” “Would...would you still like to throw a welcome party for me?  I think I would like to make some friends.” Good End Written by: Thegodhand Edited by: ToastHandle and Brony17 Special thanks to: JakeHeritagu for his inspiring writing and encouragement to start my own story Thank you to all who made it through my very first attempt at creative writing.  Knowing you enjoyed my work made it all worthwhile. Brohoof