Looking at my surroundings, I stepped out. The hospital was grimy but white. There not a lot of windows, and only one set of large double doors. I looked around, seeing the houses and shops, colored in shades of blue and white, matching the scenery. The people working at the shops all seemed to be so happy, as though they had no care in the world. I saw one man sweeping up the sidewalks, a grim look on his face that changed to a smile as he saw me. I attempted to smile back, but failed.
But when I looked over the car, I saw a little girl. I blinked and the little girl changed-— changed into my sister, Sweetie Belle. My eyes watered at my late sister’s beauty and innocence. Then, something went wrong. Her happy smile turned into a frown- her look of happiness to a look of complete terror. I recoiled slightly, but couldn’t look away. I could hear her screams... again. I blinked again, hoping for a different image. A different image is what I got, but not the one I wanted; it was the fire. The fire. The fire.
I blinked to get the image away from my eyes. This time it worked, the little girl who had stood there was gone-— not my sister, just a random little girl.
I shook any remembrance of seeing that fire again from my mind with a desperate shake of the head, but it was too late. It had already made its mark in my mind. I sighed mournfully and got my bags from the boot. The bags were filled with clothes and other such things I would need, like makeup and beauty magazines.
I walked up to the rehabilitation hospital. The white walls got slightly more tarnished with every step. I tried to stop paying so much attention to detail but I simply couldn’t. The door needs golden hinges to match the wood, I thought as I dragged my bags on their wheels. The door needs to be repainted with a slightly darker brown and the handle will look better with a golden sheen to it. I placed my hand on the door but quickly took it off, being careful to wipe the moisture it left on my hand on the back of the door and not on my designer clothes.
I looked down at the floor and cautiously placed my hand back on the door. This shouldn’t happen, I thought. I spun around and started to run. This shouldn’t happen I continued to run. This shouldn’t happen. I can’t-—
My thoughts were cut off by something grabbing my arm. I turned to see one of the doctors glaring at me with cold blue eyes and a hulking orderly with his hand latched onto my arm. I tried to protest, but I was cut off by the doctor staring me down. I bit my lip and he pulled me to the door. The brute of an orderly let go of my arm and the doctor crossed his arms, glaring at me to open the door; I did, making sure to wipe my hand as I came in.
The receptionist looked terribly bored. She slouched while chewing gum, causing the attention of every man or hormone-enslaved teenager in the hospital to just stare at her barely concealed form.
But before I could mention to her about her unflattering style of dress and suggestive position, I was grabbed again by two more orderlies. I didn’t kick and scream as I was just dragged, though I was careful not to destroy my clothes in the process. When I got to my room, I was dropped onto the panelled floor. As the doctors left, I began to sob, drawing the attention of some of the other patients, I sniffled a bit.
“What the hell are you looking at?!” I shouted
Making them avert their gazes from the scared little girl in her room, I continued to sob. But when the caretaker came around, I noticed something about her. The hat that a usual janitor wore was more of a cap. What she was wearing looked more like a Stetson.
“Are you okay?” the caretaker called out, looking up from her mop as she wet the floors.
“No, I am not! And I do not see a point in you caring!” I shouted out of the door. I crossed my arms and sat down on the bed, trying to stop the rivulets of tears flowing down my cheeks.
“I do.” The janitor said again, and I saw it was Applejack when I looked out the door, smiling in her own way.
“Applejack?” I said with surprise, bouncing up to the door.
“In the flesh,” was her calm retort.
“Why are you in a place like this?” I asked, placing my hands on the window.
“I need a bit more money to keep the farm afloat durin’ winter, so I got a part time job here. Mac’s doin’ the same.”
“Really? That is pretty swell for your family!” That actually cheered me up a little.
“You haven’t seen me in quite a while.” She hung her head down a bit. “Do you want to talk about it?” She piped up a bit, raising her head again.
I tried to look away, but her brilliant green eyes pinned my gaze in place. After a few moments, my resolve left me.
“Fine... fine.” I sniffed.
I finally spilled everything, even the painful stuff, and about Sweetie Belle... so young and innocent... having her life ripped away before her time, burnt in a fiery death. My fingers grazed past the burns on my arms, tracing along the outside, looking at them. I knew they flowed across my stomach, then down my legs like a serpent.
The flames jumped higher, engulfing my sweet little sister in a blazing inferno. Sweetie Belle screamed horridly as her body was being charred, turning to ash. I cried and tried to get to her, feeling my skin burning.
The pain was terrible, but I couldn’t just stand there as my sister, my ONLY sister died before my very eyes. I stepped slowly into the fire, feeling the fire creeping in on me. I stepped farther into the fire, but it was too late…
She was gone. there was barely anything but bones and charred skin left of that brilliant little girl I once knew.
I was snapped out of my daydream by Applejack saying my name over and over again.
“Rarity? Are ya there?” Applejack said, her southern drawl heavy on her lips.
“Whatever do you need, Applejack?” I asked, in what Applejack used to say was the most beautiful voice.
“Oh, nothing really, just making sure you’re okay.”
“Well, I was just thinking of my kind little sister. I miss her with all my being. and there is nothing on this Earth that could stop me from getting her back.” I choked while trying to hold back tears.