Broken Howls and Tattered Leaves

AN: I know I have done a previous Visions chapter, but this one is more along the lines of a 'real' Visions chapter and not just some random snippet. Enjoy the spoilers!

        My old room looked just as I had left it so many years ago. My bed was actually a nook built inside the wall with a bookshelf surrounding it. The sheets looked to have been recently changed and prepped for my arrival from the hospital. Even the bookshelf had been dusted, now the only thing left on the shelves were old photos I never brought with me when I moved out. I ran a finger over the old shelving and felt the minute bumps and dents from where I had once placed a book back on the shelf too hard or when I threw a temper tantrum when I was younger. I walked over to the old, scarred writing desk that sat underneath the window and looked out into the busy streets of New York.

        "Are you sure you'll be okay alone?" My mother asked, concerned that I might just slip away once again. The doctor's had told me that I consumed a lethal dose of my sleep medication, but thanks to my nosy neighbor, I made it to the hospital in time to save my life. Everyone was confused when I made it out of my coma due to my panicked state. I nearly knocked my older brother unconcious with a mean right hook, at least as mean as I could have with my degraded muscle. I had thought they were all some illusions brought on by Deceit. It also took me a while to realise that I could speak normally again. Everyone gave me funny looks when I told them about my 'dream', as the doctors so delicately put it. They might as well just said, "Boy be crazay!" and saved myself a visit to the therapist.

        Tossing those thoughts to the side, I ran my hands over the gored wood, loooking back on my memories in this room. Was I truly back? Was it all just some dream as the doctors say? I really hoped this was just another of Deceit's elaborate illusions made to make me become unbalanced again. I felt underneath the desk for the old inscription I carved there when I was younger and just thought it sounded cool.

        "To truly see the world, you must first close your eyes."

        How true that statement became for me back in Equestria. It felt odd to be able to see with my own eyes again, and I found that I missed being able to see the ebb and flow of the aether that wrapped around every living thing. Even though I had my eyes open, I felt more blind than ever before.

        Hours passed me by as I sat on my bed, reading an old book I found in my desk. Oddly enough, it was about trees. Mostly sciency junk, but I did love my biology back in the day. With a quick glance out the window, I could tell it was almost 4:00 pm. Almost time to leave for the therapist. He was supposedly supposed to get me straightened out, but I already know what he is going to say.

        "It was all a dream." "This is your reality." "Blah blah blah, I'm an idiot, Blah blah blah."

        You know, normal therapist stuff. on a passing whim, I hovered my hand over my desk and tried to will it to change shape. My eyes only opened to my dissapointment. Nothing had happened and I was crazy.

        "Derek! Time to go!" My father called out to me as I sighed in dissapointment. I opened the door and closed it behind me. Leaving an old room only slightly changed and a small twig growing out of my desktop with two new leaves that soaked up the afternoon light.