I looked down into the well taking a penny out of my pocket. Slowly, I look at it wishing to start over, in a happier place not being very specific. I turn around walking away not seeing the flash of light appearing from the well behind me. I walk towards my car sliding the key in the lock and getting in the drivers seat. Turning the car on drive and pressing the gas pedal I drive away lost in thoughts approaching a bridge.
The next moment my car is falling. I realise the screaming I hear is coming from me and I look down at the big blue ocean hurtling rushing towards me. I realise I had unknowingly driven off the bridge, squeezing my eyes shut I wait for the impact. The angry ocean sends its deadly waves above me. Quietly my car sinks, the pressure of the water slowly squeezing through the cracks and crevices of the car. I knew that even if I tried to get out I had no chance. I silently wait, the water slowly surrounding me, pushing my lungs and curling around my throat, choking me. I slowly let out my last breath, before going unconscious as the rest of my body shut down. My grave would forever be the ocean, until someone found the remainder of me and my deadly car.
How long had I been here? Weeks? Months? Years? I had lost track a while back, not that I wouldn't have anyways. I was floating in a warm place, surrounding by darkness along with a continuous drumming never seeming to stop. "Ba bum Ba bump Ba bum." Oddly I felt safe even if I was forever lost floating in the dark in a small round room. At least it was warm. Was this heaven? It was so boring if it was. I had even forgotten my name. I try to look around feeling lost and hopeless. Perhaps this was not heaven. Maybe it was hell. Had I really done something wrong enough to go there. I hoped it was not hell. I shiver thinking that at any time something could torture me forever and I'd be stuck when suddenly the when the walls come in on me painfully squeezing me. I panick and start kicking the walls as they push me down. I struggle helplessly until I fall out of the floating room, screaming. Suddenly a cold rush of air comes at me. I couldn't open my eyes to see what was going on. I hear random garbled sounds and feel things picking me up. I scream even louder.
What had I done to deserve this, I think. I continue screaming until I feel myself being placed onto something soft, and another thing being pulled onto me. What I was laying on oddly felt like a bed, and the thing that was pulled onto me felt like... A blanket. Oh dear lord... Was I?...... A Baby?!? The thing I was thinking was worst out of all of this was the thought of having to go to school. All over again. I scream again and feel myself being picked up. I feel my head being pushed forward as my mouth was forced onto something soft. Oh.. My god.. It was a nipple. Instinctively I start sucking as I try to stop myself, panicking. I was being breastfed! As I suck it I start to calm down. This was actually starting to taste good, though the actual breast felt a bit weird. Almost furry. I suck faster realising I was pretty hungry and take in the creamy rich taste of the milk. It was delicious, I decided to keep sucking even if it was gross, as it was the best thing I had ever tasted.
I truly realise what I am doing after I'm full, and quickly pull of gaining my mind back and being disgusted. How could I have drank that? That is just gross. Absolutely disgusting. My eyes start to tear up as I realise I was actually turning into a baby. I try to stop myself but sniffling I burst into tears unable to stop crying until somebody sticks something into my mouth. Again I instinctively start sucking and I wonder what it is until I wonder how I didn't know before. It was one of those thins you stick in a babies mouth to stop them from crying. I could not remember the word and decided to refer to it as a babu. Tired I feel my frail baby body that felt strange falling asleep and so was I. I yawn and turn into a more comfy position, my mind totally forgetting the recent events.
When I awake I feel the feeling of wet and gooeyness on my butt. I also smell the smell of poop. I had pooped myself, I really was turning into a baby. My eyes start tearing up again and I wonder why I could not control my feelings anymore and then I think, perhaps the afterlife is being reborn and that might be why babies always cry. Unfortunately it also meant I would be a typical baby.
I let out a big wail and start sobbing my eyes and and I hear footsteps coming towards me. I feel myself being picked up again and I get put on a hard surface. What I think would be a diaper is being pulled off me and I feel myself being wiped clean as cooing noises are being made which makes me angry and I cry even harder. I feel a new diaper being put on making me embarrassed even if I was just a baby. I start sniffling and my crying gross weaker as I start feeling better from the new diaper. More cooing noises are made but I try to ignore them. Something is suddenly forced in my mouth. I try to push it out and protest realising its a bottle and I'm not hungry but I finally give up being much weaker than the person feeding me and start sucking on it making my stomach hurt. I slowly fall asleep again to the sound of myself sucking on a bottle.
When I awake I realise I had finally gotten my eyes open. I look around and everything seems strange, but it must be due to newborns having bad depth perception. I look down and my body and my pupils shrink in alarm. I was covered in a strange white fuzz! I slowly bring my eyes to my hands and feet. They ended in stumps! Hard stumps! I bring them closer and realise I am a horse when I see the hooves. If I was a horse.... That meant my 'parents' were horses to but how could that be. Horse were not sapient creatures. Were they?
I let out a whimper and watch someone come in through the bars of my crib, which to me seemed like a cage. The creature in front of me was definitely a pony. Not a horse. But it looked strange. The eyes were too big. It looked like a female. She let out a squee of delight and hugged me. I wished I could understand her but it seemed the language was different from English. She picked me up and I looked curiously up at her as she carried me away. What I strange world I was now in. I would never call them my parents though, I had my own parents back in my world, probably at my funeral right now. I remembered most things from my old life, they could never replace my real parents. The strangest things about this pony, was that she had a horn smack dab on her head surrounded by her mane. Huh.
A day or two later I started understanding a few of the words they were saying by decoding them. This land was called Equestria. The sun and moon did not move by themselves. That was weird because how could somebody move the sun and moon? But then again how could this place get any weirder. My name was supposedly Sunshine. That was most likely because I was white with a yellow mane. I had yet to figure out my parents names they were tangled up in a series of words, but I think my 'moms' name had something to do with purple, as she was purple and my 'dads' was something that starts with an f. I have yet to figure out the rest though. I'm surprised I found out this much. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I was supposedly a unicorn and could do magic when I got older. I have yet to see that, but I can't say I don't believe because being reborn into a pony world kind of takes all of the disbelief out of you, you know?
It was a month later. "Bedtime!" She, my 'mother' said, bringing out a book. She always reads me a book, well part of one at bed time. Unfortunately it always happens to be a boring big book. We had just finished a beginners guide to magic, and now were reading the encyclopaedia of magic. Even though it had only been a month, I had already gotten used to being a baby... Pony.... A foal.... It was food, nap, play, food play, food and story and bedtime. Same routine every day, who couldn't get used to this? I think it's time for a change in routine. I quietly wait till she is finished jabbering on about magic and reading a few pages of that horridly boring book. She yawned and magicked the book away slowly walking away. The strangest thing is that I had started thinking in equestrian too.
Perhaps I could magic this crib cage bar thing down.... Just let your inner magic flow out. What do you know, maybe those books came in useful after all! I shut my eyes and imagine magic, coursing through my body, coming out of my horn and I hear a slam. I quickly open my eyes to find the crib door down. Yay! I scream and ignore the fact that it comes out a garble and I clumsily climb out with a squee. Time to escape this joint. I make my way out of the open door and though the hallway as quietly as I can to not to make a noise.
Clumsily but quietly making my way down the stairs when a sudden realisation hits me. I was a baby. Babies cannot go wander the streets by themselves..... I made it down anyways, I might as well go. I bring myself up on a chair climbing over a desk, then crawling through an open window. I slowly look down. It isn't that high, is it? I wince looking down once more and jump, scraping my legs, but it was worth it. For some freedom. Sore, but otherwise fine I crawl along the cobblestone at night, gaining a few scratches but not very painful, though it would be for a real baby.
Somewhere along the lines I had fallen asleep on the street, as my wee baby body is i resistant to being tired. The next thing I knew I was being picked up by a pastel yellow pony and being cooed at.
"Now who are you little baby?"
I scream in anger, I was finally free and now I felt like I was gonna cry. I try to help it but my eyes start watering and I start crying.
"Now now, don't cry." She whispered and hushed which surprisingly calmed me down.
"There, see I'm not bad, now lets get you back to your moms house" she said with a small smile and put me on her back carrying me away. This surprised me, how did she know who my mom was? I hadn't quite recalled this pony, but then again, I don't recall a lot of things. I must be loosing my marbles!
