A Rainbow No More- Chapter 4
That rhymed.
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I have made a decision.
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Night had fallen over Equestria, and the hospital had gone mostly dark.
The few lights that were on were dim, and the tapping of hooves could be heard throughout the building.
Every few minutes, the sound of screeching wheels and the rattling of loose bolts would pass by Rainbow's curtain.
...But what truly invaded her senses was the smell.
The stench of white. It was a bleached odor, the smell of artificiality. The smell of disinfection; the smell of sterilization.
It was unearthly.
She couldn't sleep; she couldn't shut her brain down. Nothing she tried would work.
She laid on the bed, as still as possible. If she attempted to move, her wings would fight back, as she was regaining the sense of touch in the nerves on the inside. It felt as if she had relaxed her wings and slammed them on a table. That moment of pain was the perished result of the pain killer that had been injected into her body.
Applejack was asleep.
Rainbow was being tortured, practically teased like an animal, just thinking about all the things she had done.
Telling Applejack was the worst decision she had ever made. What would happen if she had said otherwise, or not have even flew there in the first place?
She would have been at peace with herself. Applejack would... she didn't know if there would be a difference in AJ. She didn't even know if there was the slightest amount of guilt in her heart. She didn't believe there was.
So she waited.
She waited for dawn.
Applejack woke up.
She looked around.
She looked at Rainbow.
Rainbow looked at the back of her eyelids.
Applejack turned herself to lay down again. She had dreamt of something she would never tell anypony.
Applejack woke up. She was confused; she had woken without remembrance of ever sleeping. She got out of bed, the wood floor of her room rough with splintering boards. Every other one creaked, but it was a sound that was never heard. The sound appeared in her mind, as a form of alert; it was never a sound to recall hearing.
She pushed her door open.
The hallway was silent; the curtains of the window at the end floated like the waves of the ocean. A draft drifted through the house.
Her door slammed, startling her. The window let the air pressure relax.
She stepped down the stairs, hoping to see her sister or Big Macintosh at the table. Yet the room was silent, as well.
The front door creaked, swaying in the breeze. It was left in mid swing.
The chimes outside twinkled and danced with the wind; the dry air whispered.
It whispered her name.
It called to her; it beckoned her forward. She followed its lead. It led her to the barn.
She approached the barn door. As she did so, the wind stopped.
It spoke no more.
She opened the door, the creaking wood as silent as an illusion.
The following events represented fear in the eye of the beholder.
Around a beam across the ceiling, a rope was tied. The dull, dusty colors were accented by nothing; they stood as though they were a faded photograph.
Her eyes followed the rope down to where it ended in a loop. It was wrapped around itself, and tied through the loops to hold it tight.
Applejack saw herself, tied around the neck, swinging lightly on the rope like a chandelier.
Her arms were crisscrossed with red scathes.
...A circular stool was still rolling along the floor of the barn. It made a circular path as it rolled. It stopped, and rocked back and forth in its resting spot.
The door slammed behind her; she had mindlessly walked forward.
On the doors, scratched out with new, dripping blood, was a single sentence.
'Pain is never heard.'
Most of this was the dream.
Freaky! It just came to me as I was singing to my cat.
...creepy, I know.
HA! Whatever.
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