Will you stay to Believe? Or...
“They were never really real…”
And there it was my breaking point, the day I knew my world was gone, my friends never existed, and all that I held onto; dreams of a better tomorrow and futures of an amazing adventure, vanquished like a dying flame. My body was broken, my mind was shattered, and what made it worse was the fact those events, those dreams, those beautiful moments spent with my friends never happened.
“Rebecca, do you hear me?” The Doctor’s voice brought me back to the world I escaped from, the world that had plunged me into such an imagination that it later on destroyed my fabric of reality.
“What do you want me to hear!? I-I lost everything! My friends, my dreams, my home, and all those I thought I knew and all the things I’ve experienced, were never really real!” I yelled at that dark skinned man with brown hair. He thought he was all that, just because he was dressed in his nice doctor’s outfit in this mind-rippling place they call a medical treatment center. How could I, of all people, be here? I needed no treatment, just space.
“I hope you understand you did not lose anything, Rebecca. Those fascinations were only projections of illusions you have sprung yourself into believing. There is no such place called Equestria, there are no such thing as a unicorn, Pegasus, alicorn, and a mythical source of power called the Elements of Harmony. Magic is not real, but illusions are if you perceive them to be. Rebecca, I only want you to know we are trying to help you get through this, you have been brought here for a big reason, and it was for the sake of your health not just from your family, but from the staff.”
I will begin from the start of this madness, apparently, my name is Rebecca Dean, daughter to some guy who owns this facility and the medical institutes branded by his very name to which he even owns factories that makes drugs for patients. Oh the irony that his daughter is classified as crazy! But I am not crazy! I can’t be.
I woke up in the middle of this damn room, under the burning bright light over my head where the walls were painted white and the desk was steel and nailed to the ground. Before me drawings of ponies who were happy and prancing around under a sun and moon were before me sketched out flawlessly with exact identifications to my friends. How could they not be real? How could this be the very day I knew all that were never was in the beginning…why did life had to be so cruel?
“Help my ass! Y-you all want something out of this, huh? You want a reaction from me don’t you! So you can post this to the big boys in their damn desks that they can print my madness out huh? The madness you all brought me into. Why couldn’t you all let me stay there, in Equestria!? Why couldn’t you all let me live in that fantasy?” I asked, bawling up my hands into the form of fists, angrily glaring at the doctor before me, staring into those brown eyes that only gazed back calmly at mine as if this was a normal reaction. But it was not! IT WAS NOT AT ALL I TELL YOU!
All the friends I made, all the dreams I made my goal to accomplish! I was perfect. I was flawless. I was grand. I was safe and sound. Until that dark cloud came and took over Equestria, covering the sky and all of light until it was pitch black.
That was what Twilight had called it before it swallow her into its ashy presence. It swallowed everyone away from me and only surrounded me. It spared me? No, it left me to wake up from the realm I called my home, my only world of happiness, the place where I had the life I never actually led.
“Rebecca, I want you to understand that if we haven’t, your health would be put in jeopardy to the point you may endanger your very life. You had to be brought back to reality, as harsh as it could be, you need to understand that all of those mythical things were never really real. Your friends, and all of those ponies were figments of your personality. A part of you formed into a living aspect of what you believed to be real.” That was the typical shit I would hate to hear over and over again from people like him. I…of course I knew how it worked!
But it could not be so possible right? Who am I asking? I…I cannot be this smart, I cannot be so shy, I cannot be funny—well only a little—but I could not be honest all the time. I…my friends could not possibly be pieces of me or I would have easily related with them, felt it grow so deep inside of me I would have broken out of that fantasy I believed to be absolutely true.
Everything was scrambled, my breathing was rampant, my anger boiled, and soon my mind was in shambles to see the fact that this was indeed reality. It was harsh. It was cold. It was cruel beyond my only control.
If only Princess Celestia was real, if only she could show that reality was not so harsh with her regal and royal power. The power that proved she knew everything and was ready to solve it. Or maybe Twilight, perhaps she could use her brain to solve anything and find a solution to ease this massive load of stress. I was afraid…too afraid.
“But for what gain did this actually accomplished?” I asked, trying to figure out why they would care about my life if I technically did not since I wanted to live in that world I called home.
“The gain? The gain, Rebecca was to help you.” He stated calmly, gently pulling out a document from the bottom of his chair and laying it upon the desk, keeping his eyes trained on me as I gazed down at the document, seeing a photo of…me…clipped to the side on the right upper hand corner.
“You helped enough…” I muttered aloud.
“No, we helped to our fullest, the rest is up to you…will you accept reality or fall back into to where we must get you out?” He asked me. I hesitated, wishing I could answer this in the right form, but what form of a right answer was it possible to make.
“Well…do you wish to liberate your consciousness to realize where you are…?” He asked, “Or do you wish to stay in the fantasy from where you lead a life you couldn’t have?”
“I…” I began, but the words could never escape my mouth.
-Fin-