//------------------------------// // Sweet memories // Story: My Little Rosey // by Vinyl-ScratchDJ17 //------------------------------// Sarah's P.O.V When I wake up from sleeping, I look down and see Rose, still snoozing, and snoring away. I can feel the rise and fall of her chest with each inhale, and exhale. She stirs around in my lap, trying to get into a more comfortable position, and she lays her head against me. Her mane becomes as mess, and out of shape as she moves. I stroke it a few times, in an attempt to correct it again. Then a question comes to mind as to why we are sleeping here on the couch at this time of day. I rub her back, as I try to recall what happened earlier. I remember waking up this morning and almost freaking out, cause she wasn't in her bed this morning, but then I had remembered she was in school. Then I remember being called to pick her up because she had gotten hurt by another student. Then the worst part comes. I remember coming home, to see a paramedic lifting my dead mother into the rear on an ambulance on a stretcher. I look back down to Rose, and I remember how she had cried. I rap my arms around her now, and I hold her close to me. The thought of seeing her cry again, just pains me so much. She's all I have left now. She may not be human, she may not be the same as everyone else, she may be thought of as a freak by some, but she's my daughter, and I will never treat her any different. I love her so much. Me constantly saying this must be getting annoying, but haters gonna hate. I will do anything in my power to make sure she is safe, and as happy as can be, cause as of right now, that's the only thing that maters to me. I smile now, but not for long, when her breathing starts to slow way down. Immediately, I feel her chest for her heart beat. Thump-thump.....thump-thump.....thump-thump. This isn't right. I paid attention in science class, and the smaller the creature, the faster the heart beat. Her heart beat is about as fast as an average human, but a bit slower. It should be about two times faster right now! I get up from the couch, with her in my arms, as I head for the front door, but I guess I got up too fast cause my vision has almost completely gone, and I feel really dizzy and light headed. I old Rose in one arm, so I can get my phone. I call the cab station to bring me a cab as fast as possible. I fumble in my pants pocket for my phone. The pocket is really tight, so it takes me a few seconds to even get a grasp on it. When i finally get it out, it slips out of my hand, and lands on the wood floor, just missing the door mat. I groan, as I bend over to grab it. I can't reach it so I bend down on one knee, as I reach down and retrieve the small meta and plastic piece of communication. I dial in the numbers for the cab company, and I hold the phone up to my ear. The phone rings five times before getting answered. I speak up before the person on the other side of the phone has a chance to say anything. "I need a cab at 432 Orchard Drive as fast as possible thank you!" I say into the phone, as calmly as possible, even though every bit of my body wanted me to scream. "Yes ma'am, I am sending a cab out to you right now." I hear a masculine voice say. "Thank you!" I reply before hanging up. Then I look down to the sleeping filly in my arms. I can barely feel her breath against my chest now. I walk out onto the porch, and sit in the chair as I wait for the cab to arrive. I just hope nothing is too wrong with her. I don't know why she's not breathing much at all, and I'm no doctor, so I don't have the first clue of what to even do. After a few minutes of waiting, I hear the sound of a car approaching from my left. I look to see the cab finally coming, and it screeches to a halt in front of the house. I get up, and quickly head down the steps, and walk out to the car. I open the door, and sit in the right side seat. I fish my wallet out of my sweater pocket and pull out two five dollar bills, as the driver turns to look at me. I hand him the bills. "Where to?" He asks with an accent that I think i from India. "Just get me to the closest hospital as fast as you can." I reply, buckling myself in, while still holding Rose. "You're gonna be okay." I whisper to Rose. "Are you talking to a stuffed animal?" He asks, as he begins to drive. "She is not a stuffed animal!" I snap. "Okay then." He replies, speeding up a bit. He begins zooming around corners, weaving through traffic and running stop signs. Well, my idea of him possibly being from India has been proven correct. Rose's breathing is still slowing, and has become shaky again. I feel her chest again for her heart beat. I can't even feel it now. Finally, we get to the hospital, and I rush out of the car, and burs through the front doors. This may be a shock the receptionist, but I dont care. His/Her feelings don't matter to me right now. I Come to the desk, and she looks up to me, seeing me sweating a bit. Her hair is blond and comes to a ponytail in the back, she has blue eyes, and a few freckles under her eyes. "May I help you?" She asks. "Well I'm pretty sure I'm not going to just run into a random hospital, and not need help." I reply. "Ma'am please calm down. What do you need?" "She needs help." I say showing her the unconscious pony in my arms. "She's barely breathing, and I can't feel her heart beat." She takes a look at Rose, and gets up from her desk. "Please follow me." She says, walking into one of the many nearby halls. I comply and follow her as we head down many different halls, and up a few flights of stairs. Why didn't we just use an elevator? Eventually I stop trying to keep track of where we have been, and she leads us into a small white room, with a bed on the left side of the room, and counters on the opposite side. There is a window above the bed, with blue curtains, drawn over the blinds, leaving a blue hue on the white bed. Immediately I lay her down on it, and she lets out a small moan, The lady looks at her with a face that has "Dafuq?" written all over it. I glare at her basically saying to not be judge mental or she's gonna be wishing she was the one in the bed, and not this little pony who is barely breathing at all. "A doctor will be here soon." She says, before leaving. "Thank you." I say right before she closes the door. I look at the sweet Little filly with a frown on my face. I would love to be happy to see her, but I can't when she is most likely on the verge of death. I have gone through so much with her in the short year I have had her. From finding her, to her calling me mamma for the first time, to playing hid and seek most of the time. I remember christmas. Her first christmas. We were outside playing in the snow. I'm covered head to toe in winter gear, and I'm freezing cold, where as she has only a scarf to keep her warm, and she looks as warm as can be. Sometimes I'm jealous she has a fur coat to keep her warm, but then again, a human covered in fur would most likely be the strangest thing in the world. It's only normal with monkey's primates, and gorillas and such. I turn my attention back to Rose, who is still not waking up. I hug her head in my arms, as I try to fight back tears. She just started school too, and was making friends, like she has wanted. My body is screaming "Please don't die on me!" My breathing has become shaky, and my body begins to tremble. I stroke her red and pink mane with a hand, hoping she's going to be okay. I look out of a window that looks out to the hallway, and see many people, and doctors going by, and then, two doctors, one male, with short black Taylor Lautner like hair, and a female, with long red long brown hair, enter the room. They look to me, sitting on a chair, next to the bed, then they see Rose, "Ma'am" The male starts up. "It's not a joke to come in here, with a stuffed animal, and say it's dying. We have real lives on the line right now." He says sternly. With that, I get up from my chair, I grab his left wrist, and pull him over to the bed, and place his hand on Rose's chest. "Does a stuffed animal have a heartbeat!?" I shout in his face. He takes quick glances from me, to Rose, to me, then back to Rose. I van hear him try to say something, but then he begins to stutter, and the female, who is still by the door, has her hands over her mouth. "I-I...I didn't know ma'am." He says softly, slowly pulling away. "We'll have to ask you to leave the room, so we can do our work." He moves out of the way, and gestures his hand towards the door. "Doctor, with all respect I wish to stay in here with her." I reply softly. "As much as I would love to say yes, I can't allow that. We're gonna be going back and forth in here, and we don't want you getting in the way or anything." He says, putting a hand on my back as if trying to get me out the door. "Really? Come on, I want to make sure she's gonna be okay!" I plead, moving his hand off of me. "If you really wish for her to be okay, you will leave the room. Besides, all this going back and fourth isn't helping her situation, so please ma'am." He says with a reassuring voice. I hate to admit it, but he does have a point. I let out a deep sigh. "Fine." I reply, getting up, and moving the chair back against the wall, before leaving, and sitting on a bench in the hall. The bench is a small, three seat wooden bench, with Green cushions, nailed to it for the seats. The cushion is soft, and sinks down as I sit, but stops, when it reaches the original wood seating. I watch as the lady, closes the door, and pulls the blinds down over the window, looking into the room. I let out a deep, long sigh, as I put my face in my hands. I've only had her for a year, and now it's ending already. She can't die this young, she's only six! Why does god want to take her already? This isn't right, she's been happier than ever, and now she's dying. I can't think about anything right now, the only thing I can focus on, is hoping she lives. I pray to god for a few seconds that she does. I hear the door open, and I look up to see the male doctor, leaving the room, and after a few minutes, returning, with a cart, with a blue sheet covering whatever is on it. Such a long time has gone by, yet it feels as if it was just yesterday when I found her in the woods. I had picked her up, and brought her home, I had only thought, she was just some being from a different planet, who was lost, and needed help, but turns out, she wasn't. She was created from the wish I had made, and she had become my daughter. Not by opinion, but really, my biological daughter, but why was she made the way she is? That's the only thing I want to know. I ponder over this for a while, as I listen to the various noises and voices going on in the room. Eventually I gave up, trying to figure out why she had been made a pony, and not human, because all that matters, is that I love her, and that I made sure she was happy and loved me back. I go back to when I was six years old myself. I had a dream of having a pony friend, similar to Rose, but I had paid no mind to it, since it didn't really mean anything to me. But when I had the dream again, a few weeks later got me wondering why I had it again, and the second time it was more clear, because the first time it was a bit fuzzy. The pony looked a lot like Rose, and looked at me, with those same big round oval, hazel colored eyes, and said "I love you mommy." I never told anyone about these dreams, but I was confused as to why such a weird dream would come out of nowhere. But now I think I know why they happened. Another time I think of, is when I was eight, two years later from the day I first had that dream. I was with my parents, on a picnic out in a big open field, I forget where it was, but I was running through a big patch of roses, avoiding stepping on them. I came to a spot where there was no roses, so I laid down, on my back on the soft green grass looking up to the bright yellow sun, with not a single cloud in the sky. It felt as if I was in heaven, and I couldn't be happier. Then, I turned around on my belly, and propped my head up on my hands. There was a single rose right in front of me, about three inches away, and I heard a voice say; "I love you mommy." Then the same pony from my dream appeared in my head. I just shook it off, and went about frolicking in the small field of roses. I smile, thinking about my life, when my parents were alive, and how they loved me so much, but then the tragic day came, when I lost them both. Now i lost he woman who adopted me, who I also came to love, and now I might lose Rose. I think all those dreams, and Hearing that voice in my head from time o time were a sign, that she was going to be a part of my future, and now she is. But now she might not be anymore. That sweet little creature in that room, is all I have ever wanted, and all I will ever need, and all I will always love. She saved me on that fateful day, I was going to take my own life. She has made my life the only life I want. I turn my focus to the room on the opposite side of the hall, and that's when I hear it. "Clear!" I hear the mans voice say, then a short shocking sound. At the same time i hear it, I feel a purge of what feels like electricity course through my body. I jitter, and shake a bit from the feeling for a second, then i hear it again. "Clear!" Shock. Jitter, shake. "Clear!" Shock. Jitter, sake. Then it stops. With every time I hear him shout clear, I get the same electrifying feeling, causing me to almost fall off the bench. Other people just stare at me in confusion, cause to them, it must look like I'm having a seizure. I regain my posture, and I sit back up, from my current lying position on the bench. Then a fearful question, pushes it's self into my brain. Is she dead, or is she alive? Just a minute or two, until I get my answer, but for now, I just have to wait. I'm filled with worry, that she may never breath again. But yet, at the same time, I'm filled with hope, that he's gonna come out, and tell me she's okay. After a few more moments of waiting, he comes out, and he puts a hand on my shoulder, and he speaks softly. "I'm sorry for your loss."