Empty Memories of a New Beginning

by Written Sound

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance, Original Character
Length: 1235

Waking up with amnesia isn't fun. It gets a lot worse when you have a crying mare next to your bed.

[ Cancelled do to lack of inspiration...]

Amnesia. Nopony wants it. To lose their life in a flash. But they don't really get a say in it, do they? So when Written Sound wakes up from a coma to discover that he has it, it takes all of his remaining sanity to not freak out. And now stuck in a special therapy for weeks, Written Sound now has to cope will all the new memories emerging with each day...
So what happens when he stumbles upon one he doesn't want to remember?

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Published 2015-02-09 01:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-10 05:21:30 UTC

Who Am I ?

Author's Note

[now with edit]
Here Is the completely revamped and filled in hole I dug myself into.
Now I actually have a path that I will be following.
Wish me luck
-Written Sound

Who Am I ?

Empty Memories of a New Beginning

Chapter 1: Who Am I?

Beep, beep, beep. A steady, high pitched beeping noise echoed through the silenced room, reaching my ears as I suddenly found myself jolting awake. The first thing I notice is that there’s something soft under my head, and I instinctively think I’m in my bedroom.. what does my bedroom look like again?I open my eyes to look around, only to slam them closed again as a bright white light scorches them. Damned bright light that I don’t remember buying.

Finally after about a minute of hearing the constant drone of beeping, I dare to let my eye’s see the outside world again, and see a white ceiling right above me. Hmm, don’t remember that either. Having enough with the ceiling, I slowly crane my head to the right and see a heart monitor beeping away, the steady pulse of green on it darting up in tune with the beeps. Seeing as it’s attached to someone, I follow the cord all the way down to a certain Pegasus’ fore hoof…

My fore-hoof.

The beeping sped up as I feel a cold sweat on my forehead– heart threatening to break out of my chest. I hastily turn head to the left where I see a purple Pegasus mare with a aqua blue mane crying the name “written Sound” into her forelegs. I open my mouth to say something, anything. But the only thing that comes out of me is a slight croak, and a fit of coughs. I immediately sit up, a hoof instinctively reached out to my snout, through the pain I begin to feel in my back and wings nearly forces me back down.

I am in a coughing fit, unable to do anything else but… well, cough. About halfway through it I get a splitting headache that feels like needles being thrust into my skull. I fall back onto the bed as the assaults of pain only worsens. Hours seemed to pass consisting of the occasional lung crushing cough and the never-ending chainsaw to my head, but it did end, leaving me to take in a shaky breath.

Yet I am assaulted once again. This time by hugs from the grieving mare as she finally notices me, rushing up to my bed with tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. I open my mouth to ask her who she is, but before I can get a word out she quickly apologizes for several things, that frankly I have no idea what she is referring to. After a minute or so of this behavior, I finally speak up.

“Umm miss… Who are you ?”

The mare’s talking instantly ceases at my words and pulls away with a look of shock and hurt plastered on her face.

“W-what do you mean honey? It’s me, Riptide, your wife!”

I do a double take but before I can speak again I notice a door on the other side of the room open for the first time. In walks a rainbow maned mare with a cyan coat, who has her head held down and looks troubled. When she notices Riptide out of her chair, she looks up and when she lays her eyes on me she breaks down into sobbing mess while falling to the floor.

“W-what's going on? Why are you to crying? And, just who are you two!?”

The rainbow maned mare looks up with sadness written all over her.

“Y-you don’t remember us?”

I shake my head.

“Do you even know why you're in the hospital?”

Well I had some thoughts on that.

“Well, from the large amount of pain I am feeling from my back, wings, and head… I want to say I got severely injured?”

At this statement the rainbow mare, slinks closer to the floor, a fresh wave of tears coming out. She mumbles something inaudible, pawing at the floor a bit.

“What was that?”

She takes in a deep breath.

“It’s… It’s because of me… I messed up a new trick I've been developing and I lost control, and crashed into you when I tried to land… I’m sorry.”

I look down at my hooves laying at my sides, trying to process everything that I was just told. I was… crashed into? Why don’t I remember it? I look up at Riptide and ask with a hint of fear…

“Who am I ?”

Before Riptide can say anything the door opens again, and this time a stallion walks in reading a clipboard. He appears to be a doctor, with a white lab-coat and stethoscope hanging around his neck. His brown mane is neatly combed back, and his blue coat is just as shiny and clean. As he walks in he glances up and smiles.

“Ah, Mr. Sound! It’s good to see you up and awake, I am your doctor, Dr. Stable. I’m here to check your vitals and your cognitive reflexes.”

“My… who da what now?”

Dr. Stable smiles again and replies, “Your thought process and memories. Quite a nasty fall you took there.”

“Oh… well, why didn't you just say that then ?”

Dr. Stable chuckles to himself and lifts up the clipboard.

“Okay sir, I need you to answer these questions for me. One: do you have any memory of any past event prior to these few minutes ?”

“... No?”

“Hmm, okay then.” Dr. Stable scribbles something down on the clipboard, and continues, “Next question, do you know the identities of the two mares in the room with us ?”

I look between Riptide and the cyan mare that appears to have finally calmed down. “Until a moment ago I didn’t know much of anything, now I at least know who Riptide is to me.”

Dr. Stable jots down a few more notes on his clipboard.

“Ok now. Can you tell me your name, son?”

“M-my name ?”

Dr. Stable nods “Yes son, what is your name ?”

I look from him, to the guilt ridden mess of a mare on the floor, and to Riptide. I stop looking around and just stare at my forelegs. And in a shaky whisper…

“I- I don’t know. I can’t remember.”
……………………………………….

Poem 1: Poker

Author's Note

Insert portion, will occasionally happen when least expected.

Poem 1: Poker

The world around is a cruel one

With many a lie to tell

But the pain I feel around me

Shows me so much more

There are people like you and I

Who just want to smile too

But sadly forgot how

We are here

Not as people

Not as pawns

Not as a cruel joke

But as a reason to keep going

To keep fighting

To fear

To laugh

To cry

To love

So please

When you feel it is the end

Just look at your hand

And call lifes bluff

Because this is your hand

And it's not a bad one

Just sit back and smile

Because no one knows

You've got the winning hand

It's up to you

To either Fold

Or go ALL IN

Because your hand

Will always

And I mean always

Be better than someone elses