Perspectives

by Polarity

Untethered

One step

Two

Three steps
One more and I'm there.

Time stops

What if you died right now.

All the exertion and the blows to your head brought you to a peak.
And this step plunges you over it.

The last thing you see is the world turning blue, then black.

And now you are here.
Here at this place of limbo.
Waiting to die.

Because you aren't dead yet, oh no.
It's never that simple with you.

While you fell over the world goes on.
Applejack and Fluttershy brought you to Twilight.
They were actually really concerned.
Apparently you made more of an impression than you realized.
Twilight didn't know what to think of you, or what you are.
So she wrote to Celestia.
And she came.
She knew.

But she had no way to send you back.
It wasn't her magic that brought you here.

But she wanted to send you back so badly.
Too much of a risk, she said to Twilight.
But there was nothing Celestia could do.

So here you are.
Hooked up to nothing but magic.
Keeping you alive.

And so you grow old.

Stuck here.

Oh, sure they visit you from time to time, usually twice a year.
But they dwindle.
The visits, the time spent watching you.
Hoping you would wake up.
Quietly hoping you would wake up while they watch.

But you never do.

Time flows, again.

Why.
Why.
Why.
WHY.

WHY IS IT BACK.

THIS CURSED THOUGHT.
Curse this speeding mind.
These racing thoughts.
Faster than perception.
Whole lives lost in the blink of my eye.
For what purpose?
To show me the worst possible reality?
Or the most probable.

I thought they were gone.
I thought they were gone.
I thought they were gone.
I thought they were gone.
I thought they were gone.
I thought they were gone.
I thought they were gone.
I thought they were gone.
Why is it back.

"Um, what're yer doin?"

That accent brings me to my senses.
And I find myself on my knees.
My chin is wet.
My eyes are blurry, but it doesn't matter because all I see is green with two pillars of yellow rising up out of my sight.

And I realize it has been a few good seconds.
I try to stand.
But the world spins under my hips, keeping me locked to the earth for a few moments more.

So I look up at her.

She is sitting, head back, eyes locked with mine.

Here, on the ground, we see eye to eye.

She is still afraid of me.

Am I truly a monster?
Something to be feared?
You know the answer to that one.
You wouldn't even have taken the trip if you didn't.
You know you are a monster.
You should have walked off that cliff when you had the chance.
Useless.
Waste.
Kill yourse...

"Fluttershy?"

She squeaks.

"Can I have a hug?"

"..."
Nothing.
All she does is look at me with fear.

I am a monster.

"I'm sorry."
Monster.

I can't look at her anymore.
I don't want her to see me lose my hope.

I don't want her to see me cry.

"I'm sorr"

And she hugged me.