There Octavia Philharmonica sat. Alone. In a room filled with mountains of cardboard boxes, each of which held her personal belongings. Dust filmed the ground, as if no pony has set hoof in the room for months, only tiny paws of rodents were visible proof of existing life in that very room.

Octavia sat on the bed. It was covered with a white plastic sheet that crinkled with every breath she took, but as annoying as it was, she chose not to pay attention to it. She stared at the floor for what seemed like hours, her dry and aching eyes burned with every frequent blink. A mouse skidded across her vision just then, causing a wave of fright up her spine, but she refused to move nonetheless. The mouse just made a straight line across the giant room, leaving more paw prints on the wooden floor. Octavia didn't follow the mouse with her eyes, nor did she care where it came from and where it was going.

Octavia just didn't care anymore. Octavia wanted to die.

She looked up at her cello that lay beautifully in front of her. It was the only thing that used to make her fell alive, running the bow over the strings and playing a simple note, long and deep, felt just like breathing to her. Or at least, it used to feel that way.

The perfectly carved, beige cello with dark brown strings, one of her very own creations, couldn't even made her crack a smile, for it was that very instrument that caused all of these problems. It was certainly nothing to be smiling about. She saw the bow with brown hair lay cracked on the floor beside it, stained entirely with blood that had gushed out of her flank in attempts to cut out a large section of her flesh with it. It was the least she could do after what happened to...

She took in a deep, long breath, and then let it out slowly and silently. Over and over she took these breaths, contemplating, thinking about how cruel it was for Princess Celestia to let her live this long without proper punishment. She wanted to know why she wasn't being murdered or tortured already, why the Princess was this thoughtless. But then, Octavia closed her lids, the white hot burning sensation it gave while her dry and tired orbs moistened. This was the only movement she's been capable of doing all day after she got that phone call that changed her entire life...

As she thought about it, her body froze even more, if that was even possible at this rate. Her breathing stopped and her blood turned into icy rivers of red that pulsed through her body and tingled every nerve with fear. She couldn't stop the violent shiver that rippled up her back.

She couldn't move. She didn't want to move. She wanted to stay alone in her room forever, but she knew sooner or later she would have to meet her surprise fate. She wondered where they would take her... and when she though about it, her eyes widened.

“The white coat” She thought, her head spinning with the images and possibilities that all ended up with Octavia strapped tightly in a nut house, “I don't want to be in a white coat...”

Octavia couldn't stop yet another vehement shiver.

“I don't want to be in a white coat...” She wanted to cry, but her eyes didn't let a single tear drop. They were wide open in fear, drying up quickly again. She tried to get up, but she couldn't move.

“Vinyl....” The grey mare thought about the beautiful, pure white mare with the electric blue mane. “How could I have let this happen to you?” The double eighth note cutie mark danced around in the pony's mind and then vanished. Octavia looked back down at the ground.

Octavia heard muffled banging downstairs and she knew it was the guards, breaking down her locked door to see what was inside. She already knew what was lying beneath the floorboard of this house and quite frankly she didn't want to think about it. She wished at this very moment she could just forget everything about her past and restart new... she's been wishing that ever since she was a little filly. She hoped and prayed that everything would change around for her, but nothing ever did, and through years and years of torture and despair, loneliness and those... those thoughts, she finally found somepony who was willing to help take that all away...

Before she could finish her thoughts, they were interrupted by banging on her bedroom door. Octavia quickly jumped off the bed, all her joints and muscles stung from the sudden movement. The doors to her grand bedroom swung open without warning and Celestia's guards were pooling in one after another, quickly surrounding the grey mare.

“Kill me, please!” She wanted to yell, “Leave me here and let me die!”. She tried to make her voice be heard, but her throat ached with dryness and was unable to mutter a single word.

She thought they could hear her by the way they stared at her. She screamed it over and over again in her mind but stopped when one guard grabbed her from behind and used his magic to strap a muzzle around her mouth, almost suffocating her. Another guard took her hooves and pulled them behind her back, shoving her to the ground. Octavia didn't struggle, but they still needed to take precautions with her.

Octavia closed her eyes tightly as the flesh around her hooves were pinched and strewn together with magic, making it impossible to break free.

“That's some strong magic” She frowned.

The men pulled her up on her hind hooves and used their magic to lead her out the door and out of the house. When Octavia saw the big white carriage with steel bars on the windows and door, she started to panic. She thrashed about, trying to break free finally, but the magic bound her limbs together, causing her to twist and jerk her body in a failed attempt to break the spell. But even if she could break the spell, the guards would just find her again. They would find her, but not kill her. Octavia whimpered when a guard swiped her across the head with his heavy hoof. It felt good to feel something other than utter loneliness, but she forgot how badly a hoof to the head stung.

“How did I let this happen?” She thought again as the barred doors opened for her entrance.

And finally, a single tear rolled down her cheek.

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Author's Note

Thank you for everyone who read this! I'm proud of myself for actually composing something I can add to this wonderful site of fantastic stories! It would be awesome to rate and review on how you truly feel about this story so far! Hope you ponies enjoyed the prelude.