Pinkie promise

by Deadcat


Regression

Chapter 14: regression

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The small ringing noise in my ears grew louder and louder. My eye lids were to heavy to open and my sheets felt different then before. It didn't take a genius to know that I was not in my normal hospital cell.

Thoughts of: 'where am I?' And 'what happened?' Flooded my mind. The constant beeping of a machine steadily continued at an even rate.

I gave an attempt at opening my eye lids. They felt like they were made of lead, and that somepony had glued them to my face. Finally I had got them almost all they way open with much effort. The room swam into focus as I noticed that I was in a real hospital bed. The bed was more cushioned, with wires dressed along my arms and chest. The sound of the heart monitor continued to beep on. My vision then focused on a figure looming over my restrained body.

"Oh, you're awake." The figure hissed with disdain. I recognized the voice immediately and placed it as none other than Doctor Helfing's.

Suddenly, I remembered the events that led up to this. I remembered the sensation of falling, and Dashie next to me. I remembered the golden aura that surrounded us as we were lifted from the ground and up back to the roof.

I remembered the filly Pegasus whispering: "3A" into my ear.

I remembered my voice yelling: "I love you Dashie!" As me and my friend were torn apart. And most of all, I remember her response: "I love you more!" That being the last thing I remember before blacking out.
"W-what happened?" I complained in a small and delirious voice.

"Well, you and your mare-friend failed at a double suicide attempt. I managed to save you before you hit the ground using my magic, but unfortunately, the thrust of your tiny little body against the harsh spell I was using couldn't take it, you blacked out and suffered from hypothermia, you have been in a coma for 3 days." He retorted, slightly annoyed by the fact that I had almost succeeded at ending my own life.

"W-What!!? Where is Rainbow?!" My weak voice shouted in surprise. I began to breath heavily. 'What if she actually died?!' As soon as the thought entered my mind, I pushed it back, knowing that I wouldn't be able to cope with that.

The white manned doctor groaned in frustration. "She is fine!" He snapped, "But it doesn't matter anyways because she has amnesia! The impact hit her head and she is beginning to forget things, and soon she will forget you."

My relief was short lived. My heart dropped into my stomach. This time, I was not as numb, I was angry.
"NO! SHE WOULD NEVER FORGET ME! DONT SAY THAT!" My restricted limbs could not thrash, so I simply put all my energy into conveying my voice.

"Soon she will be able to leave, and you will be stuck here forever!" His deep voice yelled back, like he was a foal again, fighting. He began to smile, in pleasure of my agony.
Tears poured down my face.

"You really are making my life miserable on purpose." I cried weakly, my squeaky voice accepting defeat.

Doctor Helfing's sly smile was gone, and all that was left was rage.
"You bet I am! I will continue to make your life as miserable as I possibly can because of what you have done! You should have been put to death row! You should be dead, it's slaughterers like you that make Equestria a dark place! It's Ponies like you that destroy everything! It's ponies like you that killed my parents right before my eyes, so it's my responsibility to give you the hell that you deserve!!" He screeched, his voice echoed through my head.
Silence filled the room. Doctor Helfing had been taking out all his anger on me, all his hate and rage for the killing of his parents was on me. Perhaps he had once been a good pony, with good intentions, but I have seen his heart warp into a dark, emotionless mass of pure rage.

"But I'm not the pony that killed your parents, I'm just a little filly that made a mistake." I squeaked timidly. Doctor Helfing's eyes became wide with anger.

"All slaughterers are the same." He echoed with rage and wrath.
Prejudice.

The preemption that I would never see Dashie again became evident. Rage filled me but I held it back, knowing that it would make me no better than the real phycopath In front of me.

"You are so lost, Doctor Helfing." I smiled timidly. His anger disappeared and was replaced by a simple stare. The anger that I thought had left, suddenly shot back on his face.

"You are going to be locked up forever. I hope you rot." His harsh voice interjected.

My smile did not leave my face as I softly shook my head. "I'll tell somepony what you plan to do with me, and I will get you fired." I calmly stated.

"And who do you think they are gonna believe huh?! A delusional mental patient, or me, a trusted doctor with a PHD?!" He shouted.
For a moment, I felt like we had switched places, here I was, calm and kind, and he was like the patient, yelling and screaming all source of nonsense.

"Look at you. Look at all you can do, you could help so many ponies-" I was Interrupted by a hoof slam to my face.

Silence and shock filled the room. Warm blood trickled down my already bruised, and badly beaten face.

"Your just throwing away all you could do." My words rang through the impeccable and eerie silence.
The crazed doctor ran to the door and stood in the doorway before whipping his deathly gaze at me. He then stomped out of the door with a slam.

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Worry had been my enemy.

I had been told that Dashie was forgetting. Forgetting all we had.
Tears streamed out my eyes as I paced around the room. It had been two months and the unsure feeling of wether or not my dear mare friend remembered me haunted me every second.

The guards outside my door had been dismissed this night due to staff shortage and my limbs moved freely without restraints or restrictors.

This was my chance.

My flustered demeanor grew when I scattered all across the room in hopes to find something to open the door. The feeling of desperation filled me and I felt like I was rotting. I was slowly dying, the physical pain of my wounds was nothing compared to the fact that my Dashie would probably have forgotten me by now.
I couldn't find anything to open the door, and It was killing me.

"NOOOOOOO!" My voice screeched a bloodcurdling cry. The blood pumping through my veins boiled, and the feeling of hopelessness grew. Warm tears that glazed my coat once again, began to flow out of my blood shot eyes.

In my sudden surge of emotions, I gazed upwards, as if I sensed something up there.

"P-p-please C-celestia, if you truly a-are there....p-please t-take me to my Dashie" I cooed weakly. Tears streaming from my eyes.

Then I noticed up on ceiling, adjacent to the door, a vent.

It wasn't the vent itself that I was particularly interested in, but the nails, plastering it to the celling.
I knew that I needed one of those nails.

A grin grew across my face as the feeling of hopelessness subsided. I walked over to the window that was right below the vent. Bars of iron decorated the window making any access through it impossible, but I didn't need to go through it, I wanted to climb on top of it.

Swiftly and silently, I bowed down, giving a meaningful prayer to Celestia, for thanks.

Then I hoisted myself up into the window ceil, and then proceeded to wedge myself in-between the bars. It was rather uncomfortable, but worth it for Dashie.

I was finally high enough that I could reach the vent. A small burst of warm air pushed back my bouncy mane.
Now I needed something to unscrew the nail. I grunted at the fact I was empty hoofed.

Suddenly, I knew what I could use.
I grabbed hold of the wiggly tooth in my mouth, it was already coming lose, and since it was just my baby tooth, it would grow back, or something along those lines, I'm no dentist.

I ripped out the tooth and held in a cry of pain. Tears welled up in my eyes as my mouth began to bleed. I stuck the tooth into the wedge of the nail and began to turn it around until it was lose. I fell to the floor and spat more blood out onto the floor.
My mouth hurt so much, but it didn't matter, I was going to see my Dashie.

I remembered 3A.

"THATS IT!!" I yelled in excitement as I realized that 3A was Rainbows room number. It all made sense, that's why she whispered that in my ear before we jumped! I almost giggled in excitement as I began to pick open the door.

I darted through the hallways at a fast speed.

1B, 2B, 3B

The rooms sped by me, but the only one I wanted was still far away.

4B, 5B, 6B

Suddenly, a guards flashlight blinded my vision and hoofsteps filled my ears. There was no where to hide.
No. No I was not going to get caught, I had gone to far. I sped over to a wall and tried my best to hide myself.
The guard was right beside me, then, his pupils met with mine. We stared at each other in silence.

He looked away and walked on.

I continued to dart down the hallways.

'How had he not noticed me, I knew he saw me, why did he not yell at me?' Panicked thoughts darted through my mind as I remembered something that Apple Jean said to me a long time ago....

She had said before she left my solitary confinement room, that everypony was on my side. Perhaps the guard was on my side, perhaps he didn't care, but it didn't matter to me anymore.

I stood In front of room 3A.

I fiddled with the lock and galloped inside. Excitement and happiness morphed into tears, and I smiled
Only to be met by a confused looking Rainbow dash.