Scar Tissue

You awaken to the sound of an electronic beeping.

You slowly open your eyes groggily and turn your head, seeing the room spin into focus. "Ugh, where am I?" You ask, straining to see. You attempt to move but are held down by an unknown object. "What? Why can't I move?" You ask as you look down at your body and see to your surprise, that you're in a hospital gown, and in a hospital bed. You look back up and look around once more and finally realize that you are, in fact, in a hospital. The object holding you down is a leather strap. In fact there are four of them, one for each of your limbs. You instantly begin to panic. "Somepony help! Get me out of here!" You struggle and toss and turn, pulling on the straps, when the door instantly bursts open and two ponies in scrubs, a pegasus and a unicorn, rush at you.

"Stop struggling, it won't help you." The pegasus says as she gallops at you and holds you down.

"What the buck are you doing?! Why am I in a hospital? And why the HELL am I tied up to the buckin' bed?!" You yell as the unicorn starts opening some cabinets against the wall and using her and magic to grab a syringe and a vial. She then stabs the syringe into the vial and pulls out the liquid inside. She then begins to slowly walk over to you. You begin panicing and hyperventilating.

"N-now just h-hold o-on a min-minute. I'll calm do-down. Wa-watch." You say, barely managing to control your breathing. The pegasus laughs and slowly begins to loosen her grip on you. By the time she has let go, you've managed to get your breathing to a manageable level, well, where at least ponies will be able to understand you. "OK, so why am I tied up?" You ask, making a list of questions to ask in your head.

The unicorn sets down the syringe and opens her mouth to speak. "Well let me say this first, you belong to San Marcos, and by 'belong to' I mean that San Marcos is responsible for you. There is a stallion out there, his name is Mr. Glow I think and he said to make sure you were tied up because you're a danger to yourself and we don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Can I speak to Mr. Glow please? Can you tell him to come in?" You ask demandingly.

"Sure." The pegasus says. She turns around and trots out of the room. You can hear talking outside the door and then Mr. Glow pops in and trots over to you.

"Hey there, glad to see you're awake and feeling good! I'd have thought that knock to the head would have done a number on you, but I guess you're OK!" He says with an annoying voice.

"Look can you untie me please?" You ask, obviously annoyed.

"Well I will here in a bit, but if you make any other moves or attempts to hurt yourself, I'm gonna have to restrain you again."

"Look, I like to cut myself. It feels good, just leave me alone and let me do what I want with MY OWN body." You say.

"Listen, you can't cut yourself. It's bad and unhealthy. It scares people. Besides, imagine it in the real world. What if you had a job and your boss or a co-worker caught you cutting, or they saw your cuts. You'd be fired. It's just not accepted or looked well upon in society." He says, lecturing you.

"Not accepted in society? Looked down upon? Let me tell you what I think of your society. Your society raped me, it abused me and killed my father. It allows ponies to beat up other ponies and get away with it, just because they are a different race or behave differently. I don't give two shit's about your society!" You yell, hatred in your voice. The old feelings start bubbling up and you begin to cry. The memory slowly starts entering your thoughts but it stops right when Mr. Glow places his hand on your shoulder and unties the strap on your left arm. You look up and smile at him as he unties the other one. you sit up and rearange your tail. "Ugh, that was giving my tail a cramp. So you trust me now? What changed?" You ask, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Oh it's not that I never thought you were lying, or that I didn't trust you, I told you I was going to untie you didn't I? Just, don't try to hurt yourself. Please? At least try not to until we get back to the treatment center." He says, as he unties the straps restraining your hooves.

"Wait, what do you mean, 'until we get back to the treatment center'? Are you implying we're somewhere else?" You ask, astonished. You stroke your legs gingerly, rubbing the part where straps were previously.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm implying. We don't have a hospital at the treatment center, just a nurses clinic."

"Oh, OK." You say. I wonder if I can make a run for it once we leave you think as you get off the bed slowly. Thats when your head begins to spin and you stumble.

"Woah, be careful, the pain medicine they gave you is still in your system." Mr. Glow says, grabbing you and helping you lay back down.

"What kind of medicine?"

"Hydrocodone." The pegasus says. I should get hit on the head more often you think with a smile.

"What you smiling for? You better not have any ideas up your sleeve." Mr. Glow says, giving you a warning look. He then smiles and claps his hands together. "Well, I'm going to get started on the paper work. You just rest and before you now it, you'll wake up in San Marcos."

"Wait, 'wake up'? But I'm not sleepy." You say.

"Yes but it's midnight, and you should be sleeping. The nurses here will give you some meds to help you fall asleep and then you'll be at San Marcos, talking to the doctor and everything.

"What day is it?" You ask

"Monday, it used to be Sunday, but it just changed because it is now 12:01" He says, giggling. You groan. Ugh, he's one of THOSE people.

"Allright, well I'm off, and remember; NO PLANS OR CUTTING." Mr. Glow says, eyeing you as he leaves the room.

"OK sweetheart, I'm just going to give you this-" The unicorn says, gesturing to the syringe floating in the air. "And before you know it, you'll be back home."

"Back home! More like back in hell! I've only been there half a day and the place is a nutjob's wet dream." You yell. The nurse shudders when you mention 'wet dream' and brings the syringe close to your fur and skin. She slowly injects it into your bloodstream and then pulls out the syringe. You begin to feel very drowsy and you relax your body. The medicine kicks in fully and you drift into sleep.

It's 3 years ago. You're crying as the camera clicks, taking photots of you. "Stop crying, you have no idea how beautiful you look." Mr. Shine says as he continues to take pictures of you in various positions. He bends down and takes his fingers and spreads your vaginal lips and then takes a quick picture before he buries his face in your cunt. You moan as he licks and nibbles on your vagina. He uses his hand to pinch your clit and uses his other to rub your tits and squeeze your nipple. "Mr. Shine, please stop. I won't tell anyone what you're doing, I promise. Just please stop!" You cry. Your body is betraying you and you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, aproaching climax. Mr. Shine stops squeezing your tits and takes his finger and shoves it forcefully in your ass. You cry out at the strange feeling and moan loudly. Mr. Shine starts slowly moving his finger in and out of your asshole. You look down at him with shame in your eyes. How can he do this You think as he then pulls out his finger and shoves his whole fist inside your vagina. You scream loudly, the pain bringing even more tears to your eyes. You twist and shake, trying to get away, but Mr. Shine holds you down with his other arm and presses his body against you, the weight restraining you. You shudder as he begins to pump his fist in and out of your cunt.

When you open your eyes, you find yourself in a van.

Damn, another bad dream you think as you look out the window and see the stadium that you and your mother passed on the way to the treatment center. You look at the driver and find that it is Mr. Glow. "Yo, I'm awake." You say arrogantly.

"I see that, and I'm glad because we've just arrived." He says as he passes the front entrance and drives up the long road towards the office. When you reach the top you unbuckle your seatbelt and wait for him to open the door. When he doesn't, you grumble and open it yourself. No manners you think when you step out of the car. You follow him into the office and see the same secretary from before. She smiles when she sees you.

"Well well, back already?" She says with a smile that would stun even the best car salesman.

"Yep so let me just sign her back in and we'll be headed back to the cafeteria." Mr. Glow says, reaching for a pen. The secretary hands him a notebad and he writes something down and then hands it back to her.

"Why are we going back to the cafeteria? What time is it?" You ask questioningly. You look outside the window and see that the sun is up and shining brightly. Looks like Celestia's done her part, and damn, I didn't know the sun was up already. I guess I wasn't paying attention you think as Mr. Glow checks his wrist watch.

"It's 12:08, you slept for around 12 hours." He says with a chuckle.

"Dang, sorry bout that." You see, getting embarrassed.

"It's cool, the medicine the nurses gave you was powerful. Now, ONWARD!" He says, extending his arm forward like a spear.

You follow him and you both exit the office. You walk down a gravel road and pass a sign that says slow. You go down a steep hill and arrive at the cafeteria. The smell of food makes your stomach grumble, reminding you that you missed breakfast. You enter the cafeteria and grab a tray. Salad with an apple fritter for dessert. Yum you think, licking your lips. You look up and see your group already seated. You see Silverspoon and Diamond Tiara seating at the table in back, waving to you. You head in their direction when you hear a voice.

"Hey pony, come sit here with me." You turn and see a mare just as tall as you with hair as dark as oil and fur as red as blood. She's got on a tattered Wonderbolt jacket. You notice she is sitting by herself, and you look up at Diamond Tiara and Silverspoon and see that they are gesturing for you to sit down with her. You sit down and set your tray on the table.

"So I see you're a cutter." She says with a smirk.

"Mind your own damn business." You say. You give her a heated look.

"It's pretty hard to in a place like this. Besides, I didn't mean to get on your bad side. Name's Weezer, I'm your roommate." She says, giving you a wink. Somehow it doesn't manage to creep you out. I like this mare you think. "Hey," She says, interupting you from your thoughts. "Don't worry about the whole senario yesterday, if that was me, it would've been my 5th. time. I'm a cutter too, see." She then rolls up her jacket sleeve and shows you all the missing fur and deep cuts and gashes she has. "Hope you don't mind but I just got back from the hospital and I just resently went through a detox so yea...I'm gonna eat my food." You rudely say, ending the conversation. "But it is nice to find another cutter in here too. I'm so addicted to it." You add.

"You're addicted? Mare, cutting is my life. That and smoking meth. Or weed, whichever my dealer has at the time." She replies, slowly eating her salad. You take a bite of as well and find it revolting, but due to your hunger you endure and continue eating. Besides, I don't want to seem like a freak. I've already made enough mistakes at this place you think. "Ah I'm also a huge drug addict, a usually do hydrocodone, weed, acid, or whatever my dealer has." You tell her. You hear Mr. Glow yell 'LUNCH IS OVER' and everypony gets up. You get up and throw your food away, placing your tray on a rack next to the trashcan. You walk with Weezer and get in line with her. The ponies begin counting off and this time you remember to count off along with them. You exit the cafeteria with your group and head to the house. When you get inside, everypony heads to the 'living room' while you head to your room, only to be interrupted by Ms. G when she calls you.

"Yes?" You ask, peaking your head outside your room.

"The doctor and nurse wish to speak to you. They're upstairs. I'll take you up there." She answers. OK, lets get ready to be bombbarded by questions You think, shaking your head as you leave your room and head towards Ms. G.