As I rise up off the ground from whatever is doing it, I reach out to a branch hanging to my left. I grab it, half expecting to go through it, and try to figure out how to stop ascending. I flex my stomach and I descend. Perfect, a constant ab workout just to stay grounded.
I look down at my back hooves, since I'm still descending, and notice that they're gone, replaced by some wavy tail, but not rainbow colored, just cyan.
I flex my stomach more to go down to the ground, until I start to be sucked back into my body. The feeling is similar to being sucked into a vacuum.
My eyes flutter open and the unbearable pain comes back. my breaths come out shaky and short. The adrenaline coursing through my veins gives me enough strength to stand up. I roll over, the area where my other wing was touching the ground for a second, leaving a burning sensation. I give a raspy scream again, and hear leaves rustle behind me. I need to get out of here now.
I take a step with my front left hoof and stumble, my body is still shaky from being a ghost for a good twenty seconds. I steady myself and then look around hoping to spot anything that could help me right now, and see a small hill about 20 yards to my left. I walk to the short hill, hoping it will help me figure out where I am, and give me a place to go.
I reach the top of the hill and collapse, looking around i can see Fluttershy's cottage about a mile out. The dots return into my peripherals, but I can make it to her, and then she'll be able to patch me up, right?
I bend my front knees, trying to get up, but fall again. I'm going to have to crawl if I wanna make it. The blood pouring out of where my wing was starts to puddle around me as my vision blurs out, and slowly, I feel myself rising back out of my body.
I flex my stomach so I don't go flying into the sky again. Unfortunately, my hooves go right through my body, I'm dead for good now. I lay down and cry, thinking of all the ponies I'll be letting down. Scootaloo will have to move out of my house and become homeless again, the rest of my friends will have to find a new element of loyalty, and Soarin will have the most trouble moving on, we had been dating for three years now, and Spitfire was telling me about how he was almost ready to propose.
To keep myself calm, I try to remember what Twilight said after her brother died from cancer.
"I hate it," she said, "I hate it how ponies will get old, and then, everything they ever wanted, a good life, a nice pony to live with forever, a couple of foals, or just something as simple as a house, they wake up one day and don't realize that it'll be their last. But ponies whose life will just slowly fade, like Shining's know that eventually they're day will come and no longer will they be able to enjoy life." She broke out into tears after saying this, but still managed to continue with her sad rant.
"No matter what pain everypony goes through, the Alicorns like me will have to bear the death of everypony we hold dear that isn't royalty. Everypony I'll even see walking through the street will die one day, and I'll be powerless to stop it."
She held so much sorrow that day, and now her and every other pony I've ever known, even some of my fans, will have to deal with the fact I no longer live. I'll be forced to see my friends crying, hunched over my grave, hoping that there will be some way to bring me back. But by the looks of my corpse, I don't think that's going to be happening pleasantly.
In order to calm myself down again, I remember the day I adopted Scootaloo. She was so happy, practically jumping on my head to hear that I would take care of her.
"Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She said, hugging me so tightly I couldn't breathe for a bit. She looked up at me and let go with a slightly sincere face.
"Sorry." She said.
"It's fine Scoots, being on the street since your parents disowned you must have been one of the worst things to happen to anypony." I remember saying to her, thinking about how much pain I went through when my parents couldn't take care of me when my sister was born, she had a mental disorder which meant she needed extra attention to make sure she didn't hurt herself. I still remember her gray mane and her bubbly personality, even throughout all the teasing she faced, it always brings a smile to my face when I think about how much worse I could've had it. Ditzy eyes, clumsy front hooves, and constant teasing for being who I am.
I smile, thinking of the good times I had with my sister; teaching her how to fly, helping her out when she got in trouble for her clumsy behavior, the incident of town hall right before the town meeting to honor Applejack's help in Ponyville, where she broke about five things in thirty seconds, and spoke, which is a rarity for her.
I get up, confidence restored, and look at my body. Maybe if i can get to Fluttershy's house I can some how get her to discover and bury my body, Which is almost completely white from the blood constantly pouring out of where my wing was. The cutie mark on my left leg has been cut in half, no doubt from one of the multitude of branches I hit on my way to the ground, my face scratched and bruised for the same reason, and my attached wing definitely broken, given that it's in a perfect L shape.
I head towards Fluttershy's cottage, hoping my plan will work so at least my body can be peaceful after death.