Padded Walls and Smiling Faces

by Blake Winter


Day 3

"So Scarlet, beautiful name by the way, you're from Cloudsdayle?" My friend smiled, twitching his neck like he normally does.
I nodded, "Yup. Right next to the Rainbow Falls." That wasn't entirly true, but I could see it from my balcony.....when I jumped off it....
"Heard it's quite the sight." He smiled at me. I returned the smile, a real smile. I felt warm...

My friend took a sip of the glass of water he had and levitated a couple of hay fries to my mouth, I grabbed them all in one big chomp around the yellowish-green aura. Having a unicorn when you have a straight jacket really helps out. "Thanks Twitch." He smiled and nodded. We sat in silence for a while, occasionally munching on our fries. The room in which we sat was the same dull off-white as any other room in this building. There were askew tables and chairs lying about, a couch and a television. The TV didn't seem to play anything besides a happy, colourful cartoon I wasnt familiar with. Other patients with various conditions sat around, eating, sitting in corners, some were on the floor rolling around. It was sad really.

I heard hoof-clops behind me. I let out a pitiful whimper as Doctor Redheart wheeled me back to my room for bedtime. Twitch gave a shakey wave, presumably as upset as I was. Well, I suppose I made at least one new friend here. Once we reached the door, Redheart pulled out an envelope and put it infront of me to read.
"Look who sent you some mail Scarlet, your good friend Fluttershy!" She smiled. Opening the letter for me. She set it on the bed for me to read, it was the usual 'how are you doing?' type thing, genuinely concerned for my wellbeing, as per the personality of Miss Shy. The letter made me feel better in a way, at least she had not forgotten about me. Though, part of me felt bad that she had to think of me wasting away in here. I was never getting better, I knew that for a fact.

Doctor Redheart said goodbye and left me in the empty room. The drawings were still stuck to the wall, the one of me still overly pretty. I flung myself onto the bed, staring up at the blank ceiling. I don't know how long I lied there. But it must've been a while, I passed out. Tonight seems to be a dreamless one...