Hello again all you bronies and pegasisters, hope you enjoy another installment of Equestria Insane Asylum! Ps sorry it took so long, schools been a bitch.
Pinkie Pie/Pinkamena Diane Pie- Split personality disorder
Rainbow Dash- Histrionic personality disorder
Applejack-Schizophrenia
Rarity-Anorexia nervosa
Fluttershy- Depression & Anxiety disorder
Twilight Sparkle-Bibliomania & Anankastic personality disorder
This chapter is very close to me personally, as I've suffered with anorexia and body issues for many years. For all the people in the same boat as me, you're beautiful, you're good enough, and there are people out there who love you for all that you are.
Ch 2: Rarity
I didn't want to come back to this place, I was terrified of this-this Hell Hole! But I couldn't just let one insane mans words get to me, I had a duty to my sister, to the patients, to myself, to help those people. All mental disorders can be cured, no matter how many years it takes, it's just like trying to cure a disease, we'll find the answer eventually and everyone will be normal, no one will be thought of as inferior, the world will be in harmony.
At least that's what I want to believe.
I can't bring myself to speak with Discord again, at least not right now. Instead I'm going to meet some of the other patients.
"Good morning ." The nurse greets me cheerily.
"Hello Nurse Redheart," I sighed out. Fatigue was getting to me, I hadn't slept, nightmares to dark and painful to endure. "Who will I be seeing first today?"
"You're first patient is a severe case of Anorexia nervosa, worst case I've ever seen."
I look up from my coffee, furrowing my brow. "An anorexic? I've dealt with plenty of them, I don't see how this one could be much different."
Nurse Heart shakes her head, part misery, part knowing. "If that's what you believe, her room is C34, she's waiting for you now. Your other patients are already on the list."
I look down at my clipboard as I begin to walk down the long corridor to room C34. The moans, shouts an insane laughter echo around the small inclosed space. I finally reach the door and open it, making sure to shut it quickly behind me.
"Hello doctor."
A hunched over figure draped with a blanket greets me. Her voice is lovely, but sounds hollow and empty. I can't see her face, it's covered with the thick purple fabric. She shifts and I can see crystal blue eyes, and curled purple hair. It's an odd color, and I'm surprised at how clean ad well kept and professionally done it appears. The guards don't usually allow such finery as name brand shampoo, let alone a hairdresser into the asylum.
Her face registers surprise as I take a seat next to her bed. "You're not és."
"My name is , I'm replacing és as your therapist. What's your name?" It's a pointless question as the data files have already let me know everything about her I need.
"Rarity Geneva" she holds her hand out to me and the blanket slips off her shoulder down to her waist. She's naked and all I can see is bone, wrapped so tightly around skin that it looks like it could tear. The hand she offers me is skeletal, thin fingers resembling sharpened pencils with long protruding nails at the end. Her skin is ghostly pale, almost grey, making me wonder if the bones where sticking out if I would even be able to tell. I take her hand into mine and am aware of how cold she is. Everything about her radiates death, and yet she's still living.
"Sorry about my atrocious appearance, I haven't been able to workout since my parents have me placed in here." She pulls the blanket back over her form, making it almost appear to belong to one of a healthy person. "As soon as you give the approval for my release I'll be sure to fix it."
"Rarity, you realize that this is exactly the reason that you're here, you need to gain weight not lose any more."
She shrinks in on herself and hides he face in he knees, taking herself into a tight ball. "You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wring, you're wrong-" She keeps chanting it like a mantra, over and over, her body beginning to quiver and shake, growing in violence with the volume of her voice. "-you're wrong, You're wrong, You're Wrong, You're Wrong! YOU'RE WRONG!"
Jumping up on the bed the blanket falls off of her, exposing a sunken in stomach and sharply protruding hip bones. Her legs are so weak that they give out under we and she falls off the bed, crumpling into a heap at my feet.
"You haven't been eating here have you!" I kneel down to try and help her up but she recoils from my touch and kicked herself away from me, ramming her back into the bed post. "Why haven't the staff members been watching you to make sure you eat!?"
Rage consumes me as I think of a staff member leaving her with food and then just leaving. She could have discarded it any number of ways, flushing it down the toilet or sink, or eating it and then simply vomiting it back up. The staff should be keeping a close eye on such a server case, and yet she's just been getting worse.
"I need to lose weight, I have to be skinny." She starts sobbing softly. "There's no point in living unless I'm beautiful. I have to be perfect or else my life is worthless. Why can't you understand, why can't anyone understand? I need to lose weight, I need to look beautiful, I need to be perfect. I'm a fat, I'm disgusting, I'm worthless, and if I don't lose weight I'll never be able to get better. That's the only way I'm going to get better, just let me lose weight and I swear I'll get bette-" a needle goes into her arm and before she is even aware of it's presence the drug has already taken effect. She looks up at me with wide eyes before croaking out. "I just want... to be beautiful."
I sigh as I pick her up; light as a feather. Placing her back in bed I radio the medical staff.
"Patient Rarity Geneva needs to be taken to the medical ward immediately. I want her hooked up to an IV and a feeding tube. If I find out she's not being monitored 24/7 heads will roll." I click off the radio and give a last glance at the anorexic girl laying in the bed. Her eyes are rimmed in black from lack of sleep, and the rest will do her good.
Note to self: prescribe sleeping pills.