Project Heartstrings

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You squint your eyes at your surroundings. A metal table is to your right, several tools covering it. You're hooked up to an IV, as well as a heart rate monitor. You look to your left, and see a recognizable pony asleep, head hanging over the armrest.

You are Lyra.

"Swe... Sweetie Drops?"

She lifts up her head seconds later, and looks over to you. A smile forms on her face. You attempt to sit up, but a pain shoots from your neck, stomach as well. Lifting your blanket and looking down, you find several stitches within your stomach. You grab a mirror off of the table to your right, and aim it towards your neck. Stitches along the diameter of it as well. You set the mirror down, and look over to Sweetie.

"What... happened..."

S he gets up and walks over to you. "Lyra, I'm... I'm so glad you're alright. The doctor said he did all he could, and that we would just have to wait it out. You've been unconscious for months."

"What? I don't understand... Everything was... No... I couldn't see anything."

She lies a hoof on your arm. "I know... It's alright... You're back home now."

Another strike of curiosity hits you. "Wha... What do you mean 'I'm home now'? Where was I?"

She looks down. "I don't know. None of us do. You were in a world of... well, 'intelligent primates', and they did..." She goes silent, and breathes out. "We're not entirely sure. They used things on you that we've never seen before."

It hits you. You slowly regain your memory. "I... remember. Not all of it, but most of it."

She looks up to you. "What do you remember? Uh, that is... if you don't mind me asking..."

You look up to the ceiling, closing your eyes. "The last thing I remember seeing was being on a cold table in... their world. I could understand what they said. I then went to sleep suddenly. I woke up, and... and..." You open your eyes. "Do you ever wonder what it's like to be blind? You close your eyes, and you see darkness, but that's not what a blind person sees. Because a blind person doesn't see anything. That's how it felt."

You look down, and fondle with your sheets. "I was still able to feel, though. But that's because I could feel everything hurt all over... And it wouldn't stop, Sweetie. It hurt so much..."

You look over to Sweetie who is on the brink of crying. A terrified expression covering her face.

"I can remember waking up on a hard ground with hard rain coming down. Someone tried to touch me again, and I took defense. I thought he went away, but then he did it again. But he didn't hurt me... He... Rubbed me. I thought no one cared about me anymore, but... But someone did. He picked me up and took me to a place where it didn't hurt to rest." You look forward. "I then remember dreaming. I was back in Ponyville. None of this happened. I had my life back... But then..."

Your eyes shut. "I woke up."

You sniffle a bit before continuing. "I remember standing up with my... friend. I remember walking with him for a while. We stopped moving soon, and I sat down. It took him a while to do something... But suddenly, pain shot through my body, and I couldn't stop shivering..."

You look back over to Sweetie.

"I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream... So much... But I couldn't."

You look up and think further. "I slightly remember the last thing that happened. I was drawn to something. I could feel something give off energy. I thought I knew where I was going... I looked behind me, because I then knew where I was going, and I wanted to say something to my friend, but I could only repeat it over and over in my mind... I stepped through the portal, and remember hugging somepony-"

Sweetie puts her hoove back on your arm.

"Wait... The park... Is... Is 'it' still there?"

Sweetie looks up at you. "No. I looked behind me as we were taking you off to the hospital, and suddenly, in the park... something gave off the force that of a sonic rainboom. Ponies went to gather around nothing but a black crater in the ground."

You lie your head back on Sweetie's shoulder, and ask in a shaky voice, "Sweetie... Who helped me?"

She gazes out the window... She closes her eyes, small tears leaving the shutters, and replies with:

"A God helped you, Lyra..."

And she hugs you tightly. The hug felt like it lasted for hours. She lied you back down in your bed, and you shut your eyes. But this time, it's not the last.

End.