The pain from the water faded away. I stoppes thrashing; I didn't feel the need to anymore as I wasn't in pain. Immediately after I stopped, I noticed that I wasn't in Carousel Boutique anymore; I was in a bed. With clothes. With wired suction cup things on my chest. with a heartrate monitor. With doctors holding me down to keep me drom thrashing any more. Human doctors. Flesh and blood human doctors.

I'm in a hospital, I thought, probably Sycamore Shoals hospital; it's the closest one. If I'm in a hospital, that must mean that time passes while I was in Equestria. That couldn't mean anything good. Does my telekinesis function here?

I focused on a small object that I considered unnoticable, and made an attempt at what Twilight had taught me on telekinesis. It flew to an exact spot that I pictured it flying to and fell back dowm as I let my focus slip out of relief, then looked up at the still silent doctors. "He's awake, but he's violent. Lock him down until he calms." came a voice from behind one of the paper-ey surgical masks.

The team of doctors silently complied and pulled bed-cuffs out from hidden seams in the hospital mattress. "You're not serious, are you? Forst day back in my own world and I get treated like a hospital criminal. I bet Satan himself would have a shit-eating grin if he saw this." I replied.

"Patient shows signs of delusion. Mental therapy may be recommendable." the lead doctor reported.

"And here we are, more damned therapy. As if every Friday wasn't enough of that shit."

The team of doctors simply ignored that comment and finished binding my limbs with the once-hidden bed-cuffs.

After I was sufficiently bound, they slid the key imto a nearby drawer and ledt me to myself. They didn't know I could break the laws of physics, they thought I was stuck like this. That was my escape plan. Using Telekinesis, I pulles the drawer open, almost ripped it off of its hinges accidentally, and took the said key. with my ameature ability, I, albeit with lots of wobbling and a bunch of misses, unlocked each cuff.

As I got up, an idea came into my head. If I could just open the window and glide down... but I don't have wings anymore, right?

At that moment, I felt a ruffling on my back. I walked over to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, to see myself with a pair of etherealistic wings protruding the hospital gown I was wearing. Perfect, I thought, now to find the window latch.

Several seconds ;ater I found and used the twist knob mechanism that held the window in place. Pulling the window inward, I found myself staring into a night, feeling rather warm. Hmm, the weather must've turned back around while I was gone.

I decided to travel home first; I definitely wouldn't make it until about 9:00 in the morning, with the distance I had to cover, but I felt it would be worth it to go there and get real clothes, my trusty old red jacket, amd my Shield along with earbuds. Maybe I could listen to some of my Gramatik tracks, maybe some Haywyre, I didn't care, maybe I could get more progress in on my Terraria save. Clothes were more important than entertainment though, so I decided I'd get my clothes on before envying the power of android.

I landed fromthe impossibly ill-equipped glide after thimking things over and broke into a full run in the direction of the parking lot. I had an idea. I could use my telekinesis to break in and steal a car, and use that as a means of temporary transportation home. I'd take care of it at least, return it when I'm done. Maybe I'll ride it a bit hard.... ok I'm probably going to ride it very hard.... but I'll make sure that it doesn't get a scratch from the ride.

I foumd a suitable car of some random make/model, unlocked it from the inside, and, after I got comfy in the driver's seat, used telekinesis to punch in all of the locking pins in the ignition keyhole. Starting it up, I set it into reverse and backed out with relative ease.

As soon as I was backed out, I set it in drive and floored it.

The engine gave off a triumphant and powerful roar as the RPM's made the tires squeal. I was yanked forward and instantly knew that this was going to be a fun ride. I pulled out across the street in a traffic clearing and floored it as I got into the middle lane to avoid what traffic there was at night. My eyes darted between the road and the speedometer, counting the speed every second.

20, 40, 55, 65, 70, 80, 90, 110, 125, 135, 140, 150

I did have a permit and knew the laws of the road, but I felt like I didn't need to care anymore since I would never truly be jailed anyway; I wasn't exactly bound to this body, and I knew of several good hiding places that would work well even when I went back to Equestria.

I sped on until I reached my elementary school, Hunter. I quickly parked the stolen vehicle in a casual spot and started a hike up a road that I knew well from a combination of biking and permit practice in my grandmother's minivan. I decided to go the backroad route since it had trees that would cover me if anyone came by, with a grandfather going to work specifically in mind.

I was about a fourth of the way when I heard a familiar engine roar in the distance. I knew that sound, and I knew that the sound meant that I'd soon have to duck and cover amonf some trees. The sun was about halfway over rhe mountain that was the edge of the horizon, and the shades of blue had been brightening slowly to an almost cyan shade, with a subtle gradient into darker blue facing away from the sunlit sode of the sky.

I cowered behind a nearby tree as my grandfather drove one of his many, MANY ford trucks past and made sure to scope the tree as his perspective of it changed with angle. After he finished driving off, I slipped away from my cover and began to make my way home again.

I finished my walk home to find noone there, being as they had each gone to their seperate jobs now. I walked up amd fabricated some locksmithing telekinetics to open the door, and, seeing everything was mostly the same as it was on the day I left, I made my way to my room. My shield was charging, ,y clothes were still in a neatly folded stack, everything was normal.

I had clothed myself and grabbed my shield and earphones, alongside an ultra sharp knife, and walked back outside feeling refreshed and comfortable. I had stuffed the hospital outfit in the closet so as to not be noticed and made sure I locked the door back. I was prepared now, I only needed to find a hideout. I sat on the steps of the porch, pulling my shield out of my jacket pocket and getting on Facebook Messenger. I found Tyler Carrier in my friends list and began the chat.

"Bro, need you to help me hide, broke out of hospital, no time to explain, will show you some cool shit though."

"Ok"

"I need you to pick me up, I'm at my house, spent all morning hiking up here, pretty sure that the stolen car is probably on the news right now."

"Bro thats some serious shit man"

"Just come and get me. I'll show you shit that defies logic. The most accurate description I can give is 'magic'. I can lift your truck with it if you want a good example."

"Whatever man ill see it when i get there."

"Ok. I'll see you in a few"

Tyler arrived in his black Chevrolet S10 anout fifteen minutes later. He stepped out of it to see his door seemingly close itself after being engulfed in an off-shade of a banana-ish yellow. "The fuck?"

"Yeah, I'm supermam, I just closed your door with my MIND, bitch." I approached him and showed off my ethereal wings as he found himself staring in disbelief, "Meed to see me fly? All I can really do right now with these things is glide, but still."

"Where the hell'd you put the smoke and mirrors?" Tyler replied, disbelief definitely visible in his eyes, "I know that has to be fake as hell."

"Nope, not this." I lift his truck with telekinetics, "Proof enough?"

"Lift me." my disbelieving friend commanded, "Then I'll try to believe it."

"I'll throw in a teleport too," I started as I telekinetically lifted a suprised Tyler into the air, "but you might want to be ready to feel like shit, I'm still adjusting to the teleportation myself."

I teleported to the back yard with my friend, whom was now kneelimg over amd trying to not let his dinner spew. "We can go whenever you're ready, and by the way, thanks for skipping school for your friend. It means a lot to me."

"No... problem... Next time you teleport, please don't bring me with you." Tyler said as he recovered and regained his balance.

I walked my half sickenes friend back to his truck and let him go about halfway, when he seemed to be walking steadily again. We got in the truck and I turned it around using further telekinesis. I felt a magic headache coming on from overuse, so I decided that defying logic could wait a little longer as we traveled.

I explained exactly what was going on to Tyler as we were sriving back to his house. Being a jack of all trades for this world and a learning magician prince/ess of comets in another made almost no logical sense to the guy. Especially the magic part. I made all references to Equestria sound human and didn't mention the gender change so as to not make his understanding be worse than it already was.

"Any way thay I can see this 'Equestria'?" Tyler questioned at the end.

"Not unless your aoul becomes a prison for an evil spirit frm Equestria,, such as what my case seems to be."

"Damn son that's a lot of shit to take in."

"I know, right? I caught a building on fire with my magic trying to figure it out."

"God Damn!---"

"I stood in the middle of the fire and didn't burn."

"How the fuck did you manage to do that?"

"Supposedly the form I take there is a a-sort-of-god that relates with ridiculous amounts of heat and flame."

Before Tyler could reply to that, I was suddenly out cold.

"Sam? Bro? You with me? God damnit Sam."

After a bit of shaking, Tyler finally figured out the situation, "What the hell am I going to to with his body while he's gone?" Tyler questioned out loud to himself.

Author's Note

Here we are, a human world chapter, written in about five hours with minimal editing along the way to eliminate mistypes. I couldn't think of anything for the characters, whom are both completely based upon real life counterparts under the same names (hint, one of them is writing the book right now! Jack of all trades fits my description pretty accurately; Writer, Algebra Ace, Learning in Auto body, something above average gamer, PC hardware specialist, PC software specialist, basic blueprint designer, realistically accurate stencil artist... the list goes on.)
I'm going to stop bragging in parenthesis and say yes I'm referending the fact that the main character of the book is a fictionalized version of his writer. And I am also referencing real locations in East Tennessee that are ACTUALLY in/around my hometown. look it up, I'm sure if you go to Hunter Elementary and start driving down nearby backroads that you'd eventually find where I live. Anyway, now that story me is sure that he won't be in a hospital bed with hidden restraints he just passes out nack into Equestria. Could Hellmare be trying to make his life convenient or horrible? Not even I know this; I haven't written that far yet (At the time of writing this AN, at least)! All I can say is that we can only figure out what will happen Next Time on Living Hell.