Ch.4
I wake up to the sound of silence, a first.
I am back in my somehow clean bed, at the cottage, MY cottage.
I have no idea how I've gotten back home or if I even ever left; maybe it was just a nightmare? Or maybe just a figment of my endless imagination?
I sit up to slide out of bed but a wave of nausea rushes over me causing me to slump back sideways into my top covers. It feels as though I was hit by a steam train. Again, I try to sit up, successfully and trek down my bedrooms stairs pausing only to glance at the clock on my green-striped, wallpapered hallway. The clock says its 9:07am.
I continue on my way to the bathroom. Everything is clean as a whistle, I don't remember every having my bathroom this clean, but the sight is pleasant none the less. A weird sense of relaxation has been inside of me ever since I woke up.
Maybe it was a dream, I think to myself.
With a smile, I peer into the crystal clean mirror. I watch the pony in the mirrors smile melt off, mimicking my horror.
My cutie mark.
My cutie mark has 2 butterflies and a sewn up wound in the shape of an 'X' where the first butterfly should be. I rush out of the bathroom in tears, my whines of grief chocked by my sobs of sadness.
I gallop outside, away from this evil place; I demand answers before I'd even think of returning home.