Sixteen years old and dying of a condition that only first appears in people twice my age. I was first Diagnosed with Multiple sclerosis when I was thirteen, that's when I had my first sign of those symptoms. I had looked it up it up and apparently I was young for that kind of condition, but yet here I am again in this hospital, legs numbed, mind splitting headache and the voice in my head telling me that this is it, this is the end of my journey.

I sit here, waiting for my untimely, early ending to what most people call life. I feel the pressure in my head rising and then, I black out.

I open my eyes and find myself lying on the cool ground, no beeping of machines, no migraine. I can feel my legs so I go to move them. I get up and face something that has made my younger years a little more easier to bare, I am looking at Ponyville.