"What? What's this place? Where am I? I can't see anything, why does it feel so cold?" Everything around her was pitch black, not much was able to be seen. It didn't seem like she was in her room. She couldn't feel her bed that was ones underneath her, and she tried to see in the darkness making her pupils grow to where her eyes hurt. Then something called to her as she felt she wasn't the only pony that's around. "Who's there? I'll hurt you, I swear I'll fight back!" Still no sound from the unknown pony. Though it didn't seem like a pony, she couldn't hear hoofs just a form of scratching and as she looked harder, she saw a pair of two white eyes. These eyes had no pupils of any kind, just clear white as snow, "Don't come any closer!"
"Then leave this place."
"I can't..."
"Then die!"
She felt scratches on her wrist as it stuns her, feeling something running down her arms. More scratches happen at other places, even on her face. She screamed for every scratched that happened. She woke up breathing heavily screaming for her parents. They barge in after hearing her, "Sweetie what's wrong? Was it a dream?" Asked her mom.
Script cached her breath not wanting to say anything. She's been keeping a lot of things from both family and friends, even her nightmares. A former from of Unfortunate Events happened to her a year ago, leaving her emotionally scarred to where she felt like she had to hurt herself in order to keep whatever away. She always well hid her cuts, some to where she has to rapped herself so her family didn't ask or end up taking her to the hospital for treatment since she was terrified of them, "I'm fine... It's nothing."
"Are you sure? It's something if you end up screaming." Said Script's dad.
"Thought I saw timberwolf."
Her dad checked outside of the window, seeing nothing. All he saw was rabbits at a tree, squirrels looking at him. He closing the curtains just so she didn't see anything that could be outside. Though it wouldn't matter so much. They both hugged Script along with kissing her on the head, walking out of her room with Script still stood up looking around the darkness in her room. A pair of eyes were staring right back at her, these eyes were different from the ones in her dream. Red with it smiling at her. Teeth were very jacket and while he spoke, it was quite like the soft of wind.
"You're my little pet, there's no hope for you. No matter where you go, no matter what you try to do, I will be there always watching you."
Script put the covers over herself trying to hide with voices now whispering in her head. She started to cry as her heart ends up beating faster to where it felt like it came out of her chest.
Script didn't sleep much that night (mostly because of some voices ending up talking to her). She went to her bathroom to splash some cold water on her face looking at the mirror watching her tired face. A knife appeared as she looked down, with stains of blood. Looking back at the mirror, she saw her other self (a dark version). Sticking the knife up to her throat as it slides from the side cutting her neck open while blood runs out of the wound. Her face in the mirror ended up smiling while cocking her head. Snapping back to reality, no knife was in her hoof, neck not being cut opened, and her original Self was back to normal.
If you hold back, then I can't do anything for you. That voice again (the one from her dream) it sounded more friendly than the other voices, most of them just gave her negativity or wanting her to die, The scars will always stay fresh. And will never heal. Looking at her arms, the scars were now being visibly seen while they began to leak blood.
Script's mom came in to check up on her being as she wasn't in her bed. Script jumped seeing her mom, but she didn't see the scars that were on her, only smooth skin, "Sweetie? Are you going to be okay going to school?"
"Yeah mom, I'll be there shortly."
"Sweetie? You sure you're doing okay?"
"Yeah, mom I'm fine."
After her mom left, the voices started up again. She covered her ears not wanting to hear them, but could still hear. Grabbing a razor she cut at the back of her ear just so the voices wouldn't whisper to her. They stopped while the calm voice came after, Is this how you should do it? You're letting them stay by doing this. Even him and I can't help you if you call for me.
"Go away, please."
You don't understand do you? I'm here because of your fear and pain, I am much like those other voices. But unlike them, I want you to be free not keep you in this darkness you decide to keep yourself in. My other side wants you to be free too.
"Other side?" The voice no longer spoke, everything ends up being quiet again. At this point, she didn't know what to do.
Walking to school, seeing a few of her friends talking to each other waiting for Script to arrive. Not wanting to go over there as she now ends up seeing other ponies that were shadows next to them.
Another pony ran into Script, this pony was a bat pony who had no wings though she does have vans and red eyes. Her coat was purple as her mane was black and almost poofy looking covering one of her eyes. This pony didn't make many friends since they just seem different not being a full-on bat pony. She has talked to Script a few times, but not enough to have a friendship with her.
"Oh, s-s-sorry Script. I wasn't paying attention."
"No, it's alright Miguel. I'm just not myself today."
"Ah, I see." Miguel looked down at her hoofs, "Don't we all feel that way? Just because no one really wants to hear us as we speak how we feel?"
"I guess so..." Miguel stopped speaking walking into the school, Why do I get the feeling she's not herself? I mean yes she's always like this, but today just seems off all because of how she spoke.
Dearing class, Script started to drift off while paying attention to the teacher. The scar behind her ear beginning to itch, scratching it kept it from healing. Looking at her hoof, she saw more blood then she should of feeling it running down the side of her jawbone. She asked if can be excused, stepping outside the classroom, voices came back louder than before. Running to the bathroom, she tries to drown them out some more. Shadow like ponies stood there in front of her causing her to scream, "Leave me alone!" They just stood there making her surroundings begin almost cost phobic like. Her chest started to hurt while having a hard time breathing, she even started to cry wishing the pain would stop.
Another voice came to her, but it sounded like her own. She stopped freaking out seeing her other self, though her coat and mane look faded instead of bright colors and when she spoke, her lips didn't move, Poor little Script. Bottling up all this misery, why can't you embarrass it? She said.
"I don't want to, it's just too horrible to want."
If you don't want, then just end it all. I am so sick of you doing this not wanting what was given to you.
"I don't understand, what?"
The death of others. Ponies need to suffer just like you, deal with all misery you decided to take in. The earth pony changed into a shadow too, though this shadow looked the same from last night, red eyes and wings of a raven. Grabbing a hold of her hoof she kept on refusing try to pull away.
The fire alarm ended up setting off causing the shadow to leave, Script wondered who set off the fire alarm? The commotion ending up her hearing of somepony on the roof.
Outside everypony was in front of the school seeing Miguel who was the one on the roof staring down at the ponies below.
"Mig! What are you think you're doing?!"
"Stay away! You can't help me, no one can!" Tears ran down her face with each step towards the edge.
"I don't want to see another pony die in front of me, it's too horrible!"
"Then walk away! Do like everyone else so I won't be missed!"
Script wanted to walk away, but at the same time couldn't. Shadow figure stood there next to Miguel as if wanting to push her, "NO DON'T!" confusion came over Miguel; instead of her jumping, it ends up being Script. Everypony screamed in shock seeing her holding for life. Miguel just watched in fear while Script tried to pull herself up.
Black claws kept her from moving up while they dug into her hoof, "This is your chance to be with me. No more living with this miserable life. just us, no more fear of death."
She kept on pulling still wanting to live even though she always thought about ending it all with the self-harm of cutting herself, "Maybe I should... Keep going."
"Sorry, ones you think about death you'll receive it." Letting go plumbing to the sidewalk landing on her shoulder facing down.
"Why am I here? Did I already die?"
"Of course you did, now you're with me. No other pony can help you." Black tentacles reached out keeping her from running away, "Oh how I waited for this moment." His chest sprout open about to devour her.
Script saw the white eyes shadow watching doing nothing. It kept watched in hopes for her to finally it, "PLEASE! PLEASE SAVE ME!"
Waves cut the tentacles off dropping her. They tried to regrabbed her, but the shadow pony stood in front of her not letting him touch her, "Out of my way you!"
"This filly wants no part of you."
"She should have thought of that when she gave herself to me!"
Light has blinded him as he screamed fading away like ash. Script still felt on edge when the shadow pony turns to her keeping a blank look. Finally seeing him, he was more of a dragon than a pony having bat-like wings, horns of a moose, pointy ears, green flame at the end of his tail, and claws that appeared to be bear-like.
"So... You're the one has been in my nightmares."
"I have been in everypony's nightmares, your's however always been the one who pulled me back."
"Is he... Really gone?"
"He is only if you let him go. That's your only way from your torment, those scars you have will never leave if you keep him around."
Looking at her arms, the cuts stayed fresh along with the one behind her ear. "I always think he's there, even though it has been a year."
"Then no more thinking about him. It all comes down to you in the end. I'm just here to help you through the darkness."
"You said something about your other side doesn't want to see me this way as well?"
He moved forward ever closer to her while she just stood there. Hoofs changed light green, the face of a young stallion with silver spiky mane and glasses. Ones a shadow was now an alicorn, "Because I see somepony wants to be saved like you. I have always been in the dark for so many years, and I never like when others are in there with me. Your heart and soul are too precious to be in here."
"No, it's really not..."
Putting his hoof around her, "You are still young, there is always room to grow... Now, it's time for you to wake-up little one."
Woken up in the hospital, Script muffled in the bed with her mom sitting next to her. Opening her eyes with hoof being held by moms. The scars on Script's arms were gone, even checking the back the ear, no longer felt the blood, "Mom? May I ask why I'm here?"
"You saved somepony from falling, then lost your foot in falling yourself."
Holding her mom close as she kept on apologizing in her arms.
"I'm sorry... I'm so very sorry..."
Author's Note
I would say she's doing okay, but. Only time would tell for the path she'll choose. All we can do is hope and pray for her to turn her life around. Still very young, all we can do is guide in the right direction.
